novelraw Chapter 445: Mo Yinhe Supports His Son Ye Jingzhe 2
Chapter 445: Mo Yinhe Supports His Son Ye Jingzhe 2
Ye Jingzhe’s magnanimous tone carried a subtle endurance. His naturally cold demeanor cast an intimidating presence that often made other kids steer clear of him. Only Gu Shurong clung to him like a sticky plaster, chattering in his ear every day. Now, without the constant chattering, five-year-old Ye Jingzhe truly felt what it meant to be alone.
"Boss, you’re number one in this baby’s heart! You’re even more important than my dad, really!" Gu Shurong immediately made his stance clear.
Right after he finished speaking, Mo Yinhe hung up the phone.
He liked Ye Jingzhe a lot. The child’s compelling presence reminded him of his younger self. "Uncle will take you out for dinner," he offered.
Ye Jingzhe pursed his cool, thin lips and nodded.
His assistant, standing nearby, said, "Young Master, you have a class at the training center this afternoon."
"Cancel it!"
Ye Jingzhe’s cold voice left no room for argument, exuding the powerful aura of an adult.
Mo Yinhe adored the little fellow’s temperament, finding it to his liking.
He pushed past the guards standing in his way, lifted Ye Jingzhe with both hands, and held him close, rubbing his little head. "Tell Uncle, what would you like to eat?"
Ye Jingzhe shook his head. He didn’t know.
After a moment of thought, he said, "Lijing Pavilion."
A few days prior, Ye Jingzhe’s deskmate had boasted about his birthday, telling everyone how his dad took him to Lijing Pavilion!
Ye Jingzhe had never been there, but he remembered the name.
It wasn’t that the name was anything special, but his deskmate’s bragging tone about being taken out to eat by his dad had filled Ye Jingzhe with envy.
Ye Jingzhe didn’t have a dad, but he wanted to taste the delicacies of Lijing Pavilion.
Mo Yinhe carried him onto his submarine, instructing the driver to head for Lijing Pavilion.
Soon, the driver brought them to their destination.
Mo Yinhe ordered a table full of dishes and asked Ye Jingzhe if they were good.
The little fellow ate elegantly, but he pouted, unimpressed. "It seems just average!"
I can’t understand what’s so boast-worthy about dining at Lijing Pavilion, he thought.
"Little Jingzhe, would Uncle like to buy something from you?" Mo Yinhe asked, wiping Ye Jingzhe’s mouth with a napkin. He still coveted Ye Jingzhe’s necklace after several months.
Little Bingshan Ye Jingzhe lifted his gaze. "What is it?"
"The Charm of the Deep Sea."
"Not for sale."
Little Bingshan refused outright.
Mo Yinhe then picked him up and sat him on his lap, coaxing him temptingly, "Isn’t Gu Shurong your good buddy?"
"He’s my underling."
After his declaration, Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan, added, "He volunteered! He practically paid to be my underling!"
Mo Yinhe’s devilishly charming lips curled slightly. My precious son is offering himself up—and paying—to be someone else’s underling? So promising!
"So, isn’t Gu Shurong your good little underling?"
Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan, pondered for a moment before admitting, "Mmm."
"Uncle wants to buy the necklace from you to give to Gu Shurong’s mom. Since Gu Shurong is your good little underling, shouldn’t you do him this favor?"
However, Ye Jingzhe didn’t play by the rules. His thinking was remarkably clear. "A good little underling wouldn’t force his boss to part with something precious. I’m saving it for my mom!"
"Who is your mom?"
"I don’t know." Ye Jingzhe held a small spoon, listlessly stirring the steamed egg custard in his bowl. "This is what I’m saving to give to my mom as a first meeting gift. Uncle, a gentleman doesn’t take what others cherish. Forcing someone to do what they find difficult isn’t what a good uncle does. You should reflect deeply on this!"
This clever little guy! Indeed, he’s a tough nut to crack! Mo Yinhe thought.
When Mo Yinhe found out Ye Jingzhe wanted to keep the necklace for his mom, he realized it was a child’s rare and precious love for his mother. Thus, he didn’t pressure him. He patted the child’s head and asked, "How can someone not know who their own mom is? Did your parents get divorced?"
Little Bingshan Ye Jingzhe tensed his small face, remaining silent.
After a moment, his young, cold voice, filled with resolute determination, declared, "I will find my mom!"
With that, Ye Jingzhe jumped down from Mo Yinhe’s lap, meticulously tidied his clothes, slung on his small backpack, and ordered in a domineering tone, "Uncle, you can continue your reflection here. I’m going to class."
That afternoon, with his little underling gone, Ye Jingzhe only had his studies left.
Mo Yinhe was amused by Little Bingshan’s commanding tone. After his assistant and guards had taken the little boy away, Mo Yinhe signaled to Fengjue.
Fengjue approached. "Your Excellency."
"Find out who this child’s mother is."
I want to help the child fulfill this precious love for his mother, Mo Yinhe mused.
Fengjue bowed. "Yes, Your Excellency. And the matter of purchasing the necklace?"
"Forget it. A gentleman doesn’t take what others cherish."
Mo Yinhe had wanted to buy a necklace to outdo the gift Si Lisao gave to Mingjing. However, that gift was also important to Ye Jingzhe. He shouldn’t bully a child, especially one who suited his taste so well. The boy walked with an air of authority and was bound to be extraordinary in the future.
Mo Yinhe instructed Fengjue to pay the bill, and then he left.
At the elevator bank, he overheard Ye Jingzhe arguing with another child.
"Who are you calling a bastard?" Ye Jingzhe seemed furious. His icy little face was taut, promising a brewing storm. The other child was so frightened he quickly retreated behind his mother.
Feeling emboldened by his mother’s support, the boy continued from behind her, "My mom said it, you’re a bastard! You caused your dad’s death! Mom, am I right?"
The child’s mother, Chen Sulan, had once been infatuated with the Second Young Master of the Hua Family.
However, five years ago, the Second Young Master of the Hua Family had brought home a son of unknown maternal origin. Not long after, the Second Young Master passed away. Chen Sulan blamed Ye Jingzhe for this, believing he was the illegitimate child of some unknown woman and that he had caused the death of the Second Young Master of the Hua Family.
Chen Sulan protected her son behind her and faced the imposing Ye Jingzhe, saying, "What’s the matter? Looking to eat someone at such a young age?"
Ye Jingzhe was indeed furious enough to do more than just glare. He stretched out his small hand, angrily pointing at Chen Sulan, his voice as cold as if the Demon King himself had descended. "Within three days, I want your Chen Family bankrupt!"
"Haha, what big talk."
Chen Sulan was on the verge of laughing hysterically. Their Chen Family, although not among the absolute top-tier wealthy families in the Imperial Capital of Mu Continent, was still considerably rich and influential. A five-year-old bastard was shamelessly claiming he would make her Chen Family go bankrupt in three days—where did he get such courage?
Chen Sulan was defiant. "Little bastard, forget three days. If you can make the Chen Family go bankrupt in seven days, from today on, my son will take your surname."
"My surname? Your son isn’t worthy of it!"
Ye Jingzhe’s beautifully carved, icy little face was now dark with fury. He was cold and devoid of any human warmth, radiating an immense rage. His gaze held the power to destroy everything, as if he could crush mountains and rivers in his tiny fists. Then, he declared, "Two days."
Three days isn’t enough to quell my anger! Calling me a bastard is like calling my mother a loose woman. They can insult me, but insulting my mom means they deserve to be dragged to the eighteenth level of hell!
Having made his declaration, Ye Jingzhe turned and strode away, his small figure resolute.
His small, retreating figure evoked such pity.
Mo Yinhe had witnessed everything. A sudden urge to back the boy up surged within him. He gestured, and when Fengjue approached, Mo Yinhe let out a cold chuckle. "Two hours. I want the Chen Family razed to the ground!"