CHAPTER 112: CHAPTER 112: DIVINE ASSISTANCE IN FLIRTING WITH SISTER, SO AWESOME!

Ye Siyuan felt like crying, and tears immediately streamed down her face. It wasn’t just Mo Yinhe she had been waiting for; Ye Siyuan had also waited five years.

Once, they were not only sisters-in-law but also as close as best friends.

Now, seeing her sister-in-law before her with a completely different appearance, Ye Siyuan’s heart ached, yet she also felt grateful.

As long as her sister-in-law could return, Ye Siyuan was willing to accept her, no matter how she had changed.

Ye Siyuan’s enthusiasm made Si Mingjing quite embarrassed.

It was that awkward feeling when someone is incredibly enthusiastic, but you’re completely lost and can’t reciprocate the emotion.

Si Mingjing gently pried Ye Siyuan’s clinging hands off her.

She wanted to politely say that Ye Siyuan had mistaken her for someone else.

But upon seeing Ye Siyuan’s face, for some reason, Si Mingjing inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity.

It was like two friends reuniting after a long separation.

Perhaps this was what people called an instant connection.

With people you are destined to meet, you feel a sense of warmth from the very first glance.

Ye Siyuan gave Si Mingjing that very impression.

So, Si Mingjing said, "Hello, my name is Si Mingjing. May I ask who you are...?"

"Auntie, Auntie!"

Ye Nianbai came running down from upstairs—THUMP-THUMP-THUMP—and sprinted toward Ye Siyuan.

Si Mingjing then understood.

This had to be the Second Miss of the Ye Family, Ye Siyuan.

She was truly beautiful, with a porcelain-white face, eyes like stars, cherry-red lips, and a delicate, slender face. No one, not even other women, could deny her beauty.

"Auntie, this is my wife!" Ye Nianbai declared, pointing at Si Mingjing, his voice filled with pride.

Ye Siyuan had already heard about it from Ye Shen.

But hearing the little boy seriously call his own mother his "wife," Ye Siyuan still felt an urge to laugh.

"Alright, Auntie understands," she replied.

Ye Siyuan felt a pang of sadness. Her sister-in-law had forgotten her, so she would have to introduce herself all over again.

Ye Siyuan didn’t even dare to look at her brother’s expression.

She was already this upset; how heartbroken must her brother be, forgotten by his own wife?

Mo Yinhe had already taken off his shirt and was lying on the sofa, revealing his well-built chest and sexy six-pack abs.

He casually rested his hands behind his head, waiting for Si Mingjing to perform acupuncture on him.

His long legs nudged Ye Shen, who was sitting on the sofa, as if he were in the way.

Ye Shen immediately stood up, allowing Mo Yinhe’s long, straight legs to rest on the sofa’s armrest in a lazy yet distinguished manner.

Under the warm lighting, an air of infinite charm filled the room.

I feel so out of place here, Ye Shen thought.

"Sister-in-law, I’ll take your luggage upstairs," Ye Shen said, quickly grabbing the suitcase and making himself scarce.

Ye Siyuan hadn’t eaten yet, so she asked the butler to prepare dinner for her. Then, she sat nearby to watch Si Mingjing perform acupuncture on her brother.

Ye Nianbai started bragging again, "Auntie, my wife is super amazing! I’m going to tell everyone how awesome my wife is..."

Then, the little fellow chattered endlessly for a full half hour. Si Mingjing had already finished performing acupuncture on Mo Yinhe, but Ye Nianbai still hadn’t finished his praises.

No one knew where he got all those flattering and grandiose words from.

At that moment, Ye Shen received some news and rushed downstairs—THUMP-THUMP-THUMP. "Bro, I just heard! Song Pianlan attempted suicide at the police station!"

Si Mingjing, who was tidying up her Silver Needles, narrowed her phoenix-like eyes. Attempted suicide? Song Pianlan would absolutely never do such a thing.

Mo Yinhe was indifferent. He simply asked, "Is she dead?"

"She’s been sent to the hospital. It’s uncertain if she’ll live or die."

An idea suddenly flashed through Si Mingjing’s mind. Could Song Pianlan’s suicide attempt be a ploy to escape while being transferred to the hospital?

Si Mingjing quickly put away her Silver Needles, her brow furrowing slightly. "Mr. Mo, my aunt’s life is in danger. I need to go to the hospital."

Mo Yinhe saw her urgency. "Prepare the car. We’ll go together. She stole from my woman; does she think she can just die so easily?"

Actually, Mo Yinhe didn’t care whether Song Pianlan lived or died. He just wanted an opportunity to spend the long night with Si Mingjing.

Ye Shen said, "I’ll go too."

Ye Siyuan immediately kicked him, whispering, "Our brother and sister-in-law are going out on a date! Why would you want to be a third wheel?"

He really has no tact at all! No wonder Big Bro always beats him up!

It took a moment for Ye Shen to process this. Then, realization dawned, and he quickly changed his tune, "I still need to help Xiaobai with his homework. I won’t go. I’ll get the car ready for you."

Ye Shen was about to call the head of the guards, but Mo Yinhe waved him off. "It’s late; they’re already off duty. I’ll drive myself. No need to bother them."

If the elite guards, on standby 24/7, heard Mo Yinhe’s words, they would definitely scoff. Your Excellency, aren’t you embarrassed saying that? You’re not usually this considerate!

In the end, Mo Yinhe personally drove a Maybach out of the garage and parked it in front of Si Mingjing.

Si Mingjing opened the rear car door, intending to sit in the back.

Ye Siyuan immediately said, "Sister-in-law, you might not know this since you just arrived on Earth, but it’s considered very impolite to sit in the back when there’s only one passenger. You should sit in the front passenger seat. Otherwise, won’t my brother become your personal chauffeur?"

Is that true? Si Mingjing genuinely didn’t know.

Mo Yinhe, from the driver’s seat, glanced at her with a seemingly casual smile. "It’s fine. Miss Si is worth having me as her personal driver."

Why do his words sound so flirtatious? Si Mingjing wondered.

Si Mingjing decisively closed the back door, walked around the car, opened the front passenger door, got in, and fastened her seatbelt.

Mo Yinhe gave his sister an approving glance.

On the way, he tried to find topics to chat casually with Si Mingjing.

"Don’t mind my sister. Like me, she firmly believes you are my treasure. That’s why she was so excited to see you."

It must be your brainwashing! Si Mingjing thought.

Si Mingjing didn’t want to continue on that topic and changed the subject. "Your sister is very beautiful. Your whole family has excellent genes."

They were all handsome men and beautiful women, including old Mrs. Ye. Despite her age, she was still a dignified and elegant elderly woman, which suggested she must have been a great beauty in her youth.

Mo Yinhe chuckled. "Yes, my whole family has excellent genes, including my Mingjing."

Hearing this, Si Mingjing nearly choked. When did I become part of his family?

Then she glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror—her pigtails and floral-print cotton top.

Ugh... Is this man’s sense of aesthetics even normal?

"Mr. Mo, please drive faster. Time is critical; I don’t want anything to happen to my aunt."

Mo Yinhe asked instead, "Mingjing, do you want to settle things with Song Pianlan?"

My treasure never wastes time on unimportant people, Mo Yinhe thought. He believed that her rushing to the hospital in the middle of the night wasn’t out of genuine concern for her aunt, Song Pianlan.

Seeing her silence, Mo Yinhe pressed, "Mingjing, how do you want Song Pianlan to die?"

"No, I don’t want her to die. Death is too quick a punishment; it would be letting her off too easily!"

On her first day on Earth, Si Mingjing had set a major goal for herself: to send everyone who framed her mother for murder to Prison Star. She wanted every single one of those culprits to suffer exactly what her mother had endured on Prison Star.