CHAPTER 218: CHAPTER 218 SI MINGJING PUBLICLY DECLARES LOVE FOR MO YINHE! 1

Si Mingjing felt tears welling up. The child was just too pitiable. Holding her, Si Mingjing’s heart ached with an inexplicable intensity.

She asked Mo Yinhe, "Do trafficked children end up with a record? If not, could you help this child look for her parents?"

Mo Yinhe stared at Yun Xiaosu, his expression unreadable as his eyes flickered. After a long moment of contemplation, he said, "Why do I get the feeling that I’m this child’s father?"

Si Mingjing pressed her hand to her forehead. ...

How on earth did he arrive at that feeling?

"Intuition."

It was probably because he’d suddenly gained a daughter. Now, whenever he saw any little girl, he felt as if she were his own long-lost child.

Even Mo Yinhe was startled by this intuition, an indescribable storm raging in his heart.

He instructed Fengjue, "Check if she’s a missing child."

Fengjue nodded. "Yes, Your Excellency."

"If we can’t find her biological parents, I’ll adopt her. She’d be good company for Liangliang," he said, his voice clear and resolute. He was genuinely considering it; he’d taken an instant liking to the child.

"Wow! Really? Really? Daddy! Daddy!"

Yun Xiaosu’s words were incredibly sweet.

So sweet that Mo Yinhe froze on the spot, utterly stunned.

This man, who could face Mount Tai collapsing before him without batting an eye, was almost brought to tears by a little girl calling him "Daddy"!

The feeling was incredibly strange, as if this child was instinctively his own beloved daughter, someone he wanted to pamper endlessly from the very first glance.

Petrified, Mo Yinhe’s expression was truly terrifying. His stern, imposing features radiated a powerful, dreadful aura, giving others the mistaken impression that a storm was brewing and about to erupt.

Se Nuandong, for instance, was thoroughly scared.

Heavens, my precious Little Cutie, can you just call anyone ’Daddy’ so casually? What if Boss Mo gets angry? How would you ever handle it?

Se Nuandong mustered his courage, quickly took Yun Xiaosu from Si Mingjing’s arms, and handed her to two staff members.

"Um, Miss Si, Little Cutie here still has two sets of photos to take. I’ll have someone take her to change into her children’s clothes now."

Si Mingjing also found Mo Yinhe’s expression terrifying and nodded repeatedly. "Okay, please show me around."

Se Nuandong was immensely grateful. "Miss Si, this way, please."

Si Mingjing tried to pull Mo Yinhe away, but he remained motionless, his gaze fixed on Yun Xiaosu as she was carried off.

His tall, imposing figure stood rooted to the spot, his eyes deep and unreadable. It took him a long while to snap out of it.

Si Mingjing said softly, "Let’s go."

But Mo Yinhe’s feet seemed glued to the floor. Only when Yun Xiaosu was carried into the dressing room by the two staff members did he reluctantly withdraw his gaze, a sudden emptiness gripping his heart.

"I suddenly miss Liangliang a little," he said.

I wonder if I’d feel the same way—so moved and pained—if Liangliang called me Daddy?

Si Mingjing nodded; she felt the same.

However, even after touring the artist management department for over twenty minutes, they couldn’t leave Song Group.

Stacks of documents were delivered to the CEO’s office, all awaiting Si Mingjing’s decisions.

Being new to the role, how could she possibly know how to handle them?

Zhou Wanyun stood beside her, saying, "Miss Si, it’s alright if you don’t understand them. You just need to sign. Most of the documents that reach you are perfectly fine."

But Si Mingjing didn’t agree. She wouldn’t sign anything she didn’t understand. The problem was, she genuinely couldn’t understand them!

Her eyes pleaded for help from the man leisurely sipping tea next to her.

Mo Yinhe set down his teacup and walked over to her. He lifted the poor girl, who was clearly being pushed into a role she wasn’t ready for, from the CEO’s chair. After seating himself, he pulled her onto his lap, enfolding her in his arms.

Si Mingjing squirmed with embarrassment. "Can’t you just sit beside me and teach me?"

"No. I only want to teach you like this."

Si Mingjing gritted her teeth. "You’re exploiting the situation!"

Mo Yinhe chuckled. "Mingjing, I’ve never pretended to be a gentleman. You need to remember, Mingjing, men always act out of self-interest."

Si Mingjing stomped hard on his foot. "There are other people here!"

So, if no one else were around, she’d let me hold her?

Mo Yinhe suddenly looked up, his gaze, like a sliver of ice, sweeping towards Zhou Wanyun. "Is there anything else?"

Zhou Wanyun immediately shook her head. "No, nothing, Miss Si. I’ll be right outside. If you need anything, just use the intercom."

With that, Zhou Wanyun turned and quickly left, kindly closing the door behind her as she exited the office.

Only then did Zhou Wanyun take a deep breath. I definitely chose the right ally. With Miss Si backed by the incredibly powerful Mr. Mo, she’s bound to win!

Thinking of her cousin Liang Shimu, Zhou Wanyun wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. I must get my revenge.

「...」

At the same time, a short video suddenly started trending online.

The video showed a dozen motorcycles leading a convoy of a dozen luxury Bentleys as they roared down the city streets, stopping dramatically in front of the Song Group building. It was an absolutely iconic and incredibly cool scene!

However, netizens watching the video had no idea what was happening.

"What’s going on? What’s going on? That convoy is unbelievably imposing!"

"Ahh! This is the photo I saw on my social media feed! My sister is a receptionist on the first floor of the Song Group building, and those are Mo Yinhe and Si Mingjing in the background!"

Someone posted a picture in the comments section. In the photo, Mo Yinhe had his arm around Si Mingjing’s shoulder, followed by dozens of stern-faced guards, the group exuding an intimidating aura.

"Explosive news! Explosive news! I work at Song Group! Something happened to President Song today, and the president’s wife and Si Mingjing were vying for the position of temporary head. You have no idea what it was like! Si Mingjing had no advantage at all, but then Mo Yinhe stood in the corridor, made a few calls, and suddenly all our company’s partners were calling in. They said if Si Mingjing wasn’t made temporary head, they’d sever ties with us! Si Mingjing is definitely under Boss Mo’s protection!"

"I’m also a Song Group employee! Boss Mo is in our CEO’s office right now with Si Mingjing, just the two of them! Ahhh, my fangirl heart is exploding!"

"This is solid proof! The relationship between Boss Mo and Si Mingjing is definitely more than just doctor and patient!"

"..."

Some people dug up a video from a recent interview where Si Mingjing had assertively stated she had no improper relationship with Mo Yinhe, and they began making sarcastic remarks.

"@Si Mingjing, heh. Who was it that claimed she was merely the only doctor capable of treating Mr. Mo? That it wasn’t a sign of love, but Mr. Mo’s primal instinct for survival?"

"@Si Mingjing, when reporters asked if she, given Mo Yinhe’s excellence, might develop feelings for him during his treatment, who was it that assertively said: ’No’?"

"@Si Mingjing, ’A woman’s words are full of deceit.’ Who was it during the interview that asked everyone to stop linking her with Mr. Mo?"

"@Si Mingjing, heh. Aren’t you embarrassed?"

Si Mingjing was listening attentively as Mo Yinhe explained the documents, but the WeChat notification sound for mentions, DING DING DING, kept going off incessantly.

She opened the trending topics and saw they were all directed at her, full of questions.

Mo Yinhe saw her WeChat notifications too.

"Mingjing, Song Group desperately needs some crisis PR right now. If you reply with just two words, Song Group’s plummeting stock prices will soar. Want to know what those two words are?"