CHAPTER 296: CHAPTER 296: MO YINHE FEELS HIS WIFE’S PARTIALITY! 1

At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly spoke up beside her, "Do you mind if I sit down and join you?"

The man’s tall, distinguished figure stood there, casting a long shadow that made his presence impossible to ignore.

Si Mingjing looked up, a little surprised. "Brother Crown Prince, why are you here too?"

Mo Yinhe’s handsome brows furrowed. He looked up sharply and, as expected, met Si Lisao’s gaze—a face he found utterly detestable.

Beside Si Lisao stood two equally tall and handsome young men, each with his own distinct charm.

Mo Yinhe glanced at them. They were all people he didn’t get along with.

But Sheng Liangliang and Yun Xiaosu were already so excited they jumped to their feet.

"Uncle!"

"Uncle!"

Seeing Sheng Liuyun and Yun Yin behind Si Lisao, the two little darlings couldn’t have been happier.

They immediately hopped down from their seats and scampered towards their respective uncles.

Sheng Liuyun and Yun Yin each scooped one up into their arms.

Dressed in casual yet elegant attire, Si Lisao pointed to Sheng Liuyun and Yun Yin behind him. "I arranged to meet two friends here for hot pot. We happened to see you all, and now there are no tables left. There’s a line of sixteen people ahead of us. Do you mind if we share?"

Mo Yinhe narrowed his deep, dark eyes. Could the world really be this coincidental?

Si Mingjing knew many people were waiting outside. Fortunately, their table was large. She also felt it was too much of a coincidence, but she responded warmly, "Of course, the more the merrier."

"I find it inconvenient," Mo Yinhe bit out coldly. Si Lisao, however, treated his words as if they were air, letting them go in one ear and out the other.

Si Lisao smoothly sat down beside Si Mingjing, casually taking off his jacket and hanging it on the back of his chair.

He rolled up the sleeves of his pure white shirt twice, revealing strong, well-defined arms and elegant wrists.

He introduced them to Si Mingjing, "This is Sheng Liuyun—you should have met him before—Liangliang’s uncle. And this is Yun Yin, Susu’s uncle."

Yun Xiaosu had turned into a little clinger, sticking to Yun Yin and refusing to let go.

Her two small, chubby hands clung tightly around Yun Yin’s neck, looking far more intimate with him than she was with Mo Yinhe.

"Uncle~~ Uncle~~ Are you here to take Susu home? Susu isn’t going home! Susu has found Dad! Susu wants to stay with Dad from now on~~"

Yun Xiaosu was both anxious and excited, her little heart pounding with unease.

She was afraid her uncle would take her back, just like he had before when she ran away from home.

Mo Yinhe’s gaze sharpened, settling on Yun Yin.

He had heard Susu mention long ago that she hadn’t been kidnapped but was raised by her uncle.

So, Yun Yin is the uncle who raised my daughter?

Mo Yinhe’s gaze grew inscrutable. Neither Sheng Liuyun nor Yun Yin are Mingjing’s brothers, so why does each of them act like they’re my brother-in-law? Is it because the Dragon Clan is so scarce on the Mu Continent? People value what is rare, so they like to proactively claim kinship?

Yun Yin also sat down, placing Yun Xiaosu on his lap. He had always been a man of few words, taciturn and not fond of speaking.

Yun Yin’s gaze shifted from his niece to Si Mingjing, and he stared in astonishment.

Si Mingjing’s gaze also fell upon Yun Yin, equally astonished. She subconsciously let out a soft cry, "Brother?"

The devilishly handsome man before her looked exactly like the brother she recalled from the memories unlocked after swallowing the second Dragon Spit Pearl—the one who had tried to prevent her and Mo Yinhe from being together on the city wall.

Her quiet utterance of "Brother?" fell into the air, and an instant later, three men’s hostile gazes all landed on Yun Yin.

Si Lisao subtly scanned him. Hasn’t Little Sis lost her memory?

Sheng Liuyun’s eyes blazed with jealousy. His younger sister actually called Yun Yin ’Brother’—a term she’s never used for me!

Mo Yinhe’s expression was unreadable. What’s going on? Could this Prince Yun, who often picks fights with me, actually be Mingjing’s brother? Impossible! Mingjing has lost her memory! Besides, how could Yun Yin suddenly become Mingjing’s ’Brother’?!

Si Mingjing spoke again, her voice filled with confusion, her gaze scrutinizing, her tone devoid of any affection. "Are you my brother?"

No, that can’t be right. This man must just look like the meddlesome older brother from her memories, surely?

Yun Yin was silent, stunned for a long moment. After a while, two words that sounded cold but were actually blazing with emotion rumbled from his throat: "I am!"

The next second, Si Mingjing abruptly stood up.

Her other two brothers were practically dying of envy, glaring daggers at Yun Yin, wishing they could bore holes through him with their stares.

They thought Si Mingjing had stood up to share a long-awaited reunion hug with Yun Yin.

Even Yun Yin himself thought so.

Therefore, he had already placed Yun Xiaosu, who was sitting on his lap, on the cushioned seat beside him. His tall, cool figure stood up, and he opened his arms, waiting for his sister to rush into his embrace.

But after Si Mingjing stood up, she walked around her chair, sat down right beside Mo Yinhe, and proactively took his arm.

Her sharp phoenix eyes watched Yun Yin warily, devoid of any warmth.

Yun Yin: "..."

Sheng Liuyun: "..."

Si Lisao: "..."

Only Mo Yinhe, who had been in a foul mood, suddenly felt the girl’s warmth. His eyes lit up as he watched Mingjing, who had proactively clung to his arm, a smile filling his eyes.

Mingjing’s actions were unmistakably clear, showing everyone else that she was his! Unexpectedly delightful.

Mo Yinhe felt his wife’s clear preference for him! A touch of sweetness from being doted upon.

He looked up, his gloating gaze sweeping over Si Lisao, Sheng Liuyun, and Yun Yin. Their eyes were like daggers, as if they wished they could carve him into pieces.

Especially Yun Yin. What was the meaning of this? It was too heart-wrenching!

His arms remained outstretched, awkwardly suspended in mid-air.

And so, the envious gazes turned into sympathetic ones.

Yun Yin felt a tightness in his chest. He lowered his arms and picked Yun Xiaosu up again, acting as if nothing was amiss—as if not acknowledging the embarrassment meant it didn’t exist.

Perhaps due to her past memories, Si Mingjing felt an inexplicable wariness towards Yun Yin. She tipped the plate of fatty lamb slices into the simmering pot on the table.

After a few swirls in the bubbling broth, the cooked slices of fatty lamb began to float to the surface.

Si Mingjing picked up a piece with her chopsticks, dipped it into the sauce in her dish, and said as she ate, "Help yourselves, everyone. This fatty lamb is quite good."

She had barely finished speaking when five pairs of chopsticks simultaneously reached for the steaming hot pot. Each picked up a piece of lamb and placed it in Si Mingjing’s dipping dish.

Among them was one pair belonging to Ye Nianbai, the little fellow who was second to none when it came to showing attentiveness.

"Jingjing, isn’t the piece I picked the tastiest?"

"Of course. Xiaobai is always number one in Jingjing’s heart."

Si Mingjing’s words brought an adorably smug, triumphant expression to Xiaobai’s face. The little guy, puffed up with pride, didn’t forget to shoot a victorious glance at his father.

At this moment, Mo Yinhe had no interest in feeling jealous of his son.

His icy gaze fell upon Si Lisao, Sheng Liuyun, and Yun Yin.

Then, he picked out all the pieces of fatty lamb they had placed in Si Mingjing’s bowl and disdainfully tossed them back into their respective bowls.