Chapter 230: Chapter 230: I Must Take My Wife Back! 1
Ye Nianbai huffed angrily. "Dad is really a bastard! Little Master is going right now!"
Not only did Ye Nianbai go, but he also wanted to buy flowers at the hospital entrance.
The little guy strutted with his silly little steps into the flower shop at the hospital entrance, tilted his small head, and pointed at the roses, saying, "Little Master wants this one."
Today was Valentine’s Day, and Little Master wanted to give his ’wife’ roses.
"Little Master wants eleven roses. Wrap them up beautifully for me. I’m going to give them to my ’wife’ to make her happy. If they’re not beautiful, Little Master won’t pay!"
"Alright, Young Master. Please wait a moment."
The flower shop owner recognized Ye Nianbai at a glance.
Ye Nianbai was the super Little Cutie who had charmed countless young female fans and mother fans. His delicately carved, handsome little face made him the center of attention wherever he went.
As the flower shop owner wrapped the flowers, she asked Ye Nianbai, "Young Master, who is your ’wife’?"
"You don’t know? My ’wife’ is super awesome—the number one beauty from Prison Star, Si Mingjing. Have you heard of her? My ’wife’ is in the hospital. Little Master is going to give her flowers to make her happy."
The flower shop owner remembered that two hours ago, a demonically handsome man had also come in to buy flowers. Judging by his appearance, that man was the tall and valiant Mo Yinhe.
The flower shop owner asked gossipingly, "Young Master, isn’t it breaking news online that your dad, Mo Yinhe, is pursuing Si Mingjing? Your dad sent Si Mingjing a red envelope worth over three hundred million to confess his love to her, and it has already caused a sensation across the entire internet."
Ye Nianbai knew about this, alright!
Dad had sent his ’wife’ a red envelope, but Little Master hadn’t thought too much about it!
So Dad was trying to steal Little Master’s girl?
Ye Nianbai snorted haughtily.
After paying with facial recognition, he held a large, beautiful bouquet of roses and asked the driver who had brought him to the hospital to take him to the ward.
Si Mingjing was still asleep.
Mo Yinhe had taken care of Si Mingjing all night and all day. It was now after four in the afternoon, and he was extremely tired. He climbed onto the hospital bed and lay down next to Si Mingjing.
He wrapped his long arm around Si Mingjing, pulling her into his embrace. Less than half an hour later, he heard the door creak open.
Ye Nianbai, the little guy, walked into the ward holding a large, beautiful bunch of roses.
Upon entering, he saw Dad in bed with his ’wife’.
After some pointers from his godfather, no matter how the little guy looked at his dad, he felt his dad was a dishonorable bastard.
Instantly, he was filled with rage.
Ye Nianbai immediately untied his shoelaces, took off his shoes, and climbed onto the hospital bed.
His small arms forcefully pried his dad’s hand from his ’wife’s’ waist and pushed his dad with all his might.
Desperately squeezing his small body in, he successfully wedged himself between the two and wrapped his arms tightly around Si Mingjing’s neck to stake his claim.
The little guy’s movements were large, and his possessiveness was strong.
With both arms wrapped tightly around Si Mingjing’s neck, she was jolted awake by his hold.
Mo Yinhe also woke up and asked his son coldly, "You little rascal, who brought you here?"
"Little Master came by himself!"
Ye Nianbai’s face was full of pride, and he had no interest in dealing with his dad anymore. "Dad, my woman is sick, why didn’t you tell Little Master? And you were holding my woman while sleeping! Do you even remember that Jingjing is my woman?"
Ye Nianbai grumbled at his dad, his face full of dissatisfaction. But when he looked towards Si Mingjing, his delicately carved little face was filled with tenderness and concern.
"Jingjing, are you still feeling unwell?"
"I’m not unwell anymore."
Si Mingjing woke up to find her fever had subsided.
As she touched her forehead, the Coral Horns that had been there were now concealed. Mo Yinhe had pressed them down.
"Jingjing, how did your hands turn this color?"
Si Mingjing’s ten fingers were all frostbitten. Each one was swollen and displayed a ghastly purplish hue—ugly and jarring to the eye.
Just one glance, and Ye Nianbai’s heart ached unbearably.
Puffing out his little mouth, he blew on Si Mingjing’s fingers. "Jingjing, let Little Master blow on them for you~"
As if blowing on them would make the pain disappear.
"It doesn’t hurt much, it’s okay," Si Mingjing said nonchalantly. But when she looked up, she saw ripples of concern for her in the eyes of both father and son. Their expressions were strikingly similar.
"Jingjing, these are flowers Little Master got for you."
Ye Nianbai got up, toddled over his father’s body, picked up the brightly colored flowers, and clambered back over the mountain that was his dad. He squeezed himself between the two, presenting the fragrant roses to Si Mingjing as if offering a treasure, trying to cheer up his ’wife.’ "Jingjing, Happy Valentine’s Day~"
"Thank you, Xiaobai."
If Xiaobai hadn’t reminded her, Si Mingjing would have forgotten that today was Valentine’s Day.
"Dad, why are you sleeping on my wife’s hospital bed? Are you trying to sleep with my woman?" Ye Nianbai asked his soul-searching question.
Upon hearing Ye Nianbai’s interrogation, Mo Yinhe remained composed.
Where could Si Mingjing possibly hide her face?
This man! He actually climbed into her bed while she was asleep?
"Your ’wife’ was cold, so Dad held her to keep her warm," Mo Yinhe replied. He was still lying comfortably in the hospital bed, his tall, slender figure taking up half of it, and he showed no intention of getting up.
"If you don’t believe me, ask your ’wife’ if she got frostbite."
Ye Nianbai indeed asked, blinking his large eyes, "Jingjing, is that true?"
Si Mingjing, flustered, was tempted not to corroborate his story.
"I’m not cold now," she said.
"Dad, my wife says she’s not cold anymore. She has Little Master to be her little heater now."
Ye Nianbai glared at his father, his eyes clearly saying: You can get out of bed now!
Mo Yinhe was extremely sleepy. He closed his eyes and confidently continued to lie there, his tall, lanky frame occupying half the bed.
"Dad has been taking care of your wife for a whole day and night. Now I’m very sleepy. Don’t make noise. Let Dad get some sleep," he declared.
Ye Nianbai tried to push his dad off the bed with all his might, but Si Mingjing stopped him.
"Let your dad sleep," Si Mingjing said softly, defending Mo Yinhe. This hurt Ye Nianbai’s feelings.
"Jingjing, have you fallen for my dad?"
This truly was a soul-searching question.
Although Mo Yinhe was resting with his eyes closed, his ears pricked up.
Si Mingjing was cornered by Ye Nianbai’s question, at a loss for what to say.
Heat tinged her ears.
"Jingjing! Have you fallen for my dad? Do you dislike Little Master for being too young? Are you not willing to wait for Little Master to grow up?"
"Don’t talk nonsense. How could I possibly like your dad?"
Si Mingjing tried to soothe the agitated Xiaobai, but Mo Yinhe lifted his eyelids to sneak a peek at her.
Si Mingjing pretended not to notice and continued soothing the ruffled Xiaobai. "I was locked in a refrigerated truck, about to freeze to death, and it was your dad who rescued me."
Ye Nianbai’s eyes, as big as black grapes, widened. "So, Jingjing, are you planning to repay my dad with your body?"