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My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband

Chapter 87: Mo Yinhe’s Scandal Shocked the Entire Web 2

Author: An Ying
updatedAt: 2025-08-06

CHAPTER 87: CHAPTER 87: MO YINHE’S SCANDAL SHOCKED THE ENTIRE WEB 2

In this world, aside from her mother, only the Demon King within her heart had accompanied her since childhood.

Although he was terribly annoying, always stirring up a jealous fuss in her mind whenever others showed her kindness, she didn’t feel the slightest bit of repulsion. She knew the Demon King cared for her and was afraid someone would take her away. She had so few relatives that his possessiveness, paradoxically, gave her a sense of security. She had come to Earth not only to avenge her mother but also to find the Demon King. She had a strong premonition that the Demon King was somewhere on Earth, waiting for her...

However, Mo Yinhe had been so intimate with her lately, yet the Demon King hadn’t intervened. What did that mean? Could he be scared of Mo Yinhe?

When the car arrived at the Ye Family estate, she immediately got out, avoiding Mo Yinhe as if he were a plague.

That palpable distance, enough to keep anyone thousands of miles away, stung Mo Yinhe’s eyes.

A chill touched Mo Yinhe’s heart.

Yet, no matter how much his baby recoiled from him, he still had an excuse to seek her out. He was sick, and only she could cure him.

But who was that damned man she mentioned?

Mo Yinhe’s heart suddenly felt heavy.

It’s alright, Mo Yinhe comforted himself. If anyone actually dared to compete with him for a woman, he’d just slaughter them!

Mo Yinhe was mentally resilient; he wasn’t wounded by Si Mingjing’s words. After lunch, he asked Ye Shen to accompany him to the small building where Si Mingjing was staying.

He was afraid that if he went alone, his baby wouldn’t want to see him.

The Sunlight Room in the garden of the small building was styled completely differently from the one on the Su Family’s terrace. This garden was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and sunlight spilled onto the fox-fur tatami mats, reflecting a warm, wintery luster.

Mo Yinhe, like a male lion basking in the sun on the savanna, leaned lazily against the tatami mats. His long legs were casually crossed, exuding an indolent yet graceful air as he waited for Ye Shen to call Si Mingjing.

Soon, Ye Shen burst back in. "Brother, she’s here!"

Following Ye Shen, Si Mingjing carried her medical kit on one shoulder. It was a very traditional-looking kit, the kind Chinese medicine practitioners often use.

Once inside, Si Mingjing placed the antique-style medical kit on the low coffee table. She opened it and took out a pack of Silver Needles, disinfectant alcohol, and several small jars and bottles. These contained medicinal essential oils which, when combined with the Silver Needles, were particularly effective.

Ye Shen sat on a nearby rattan chair with his legs crossed, watching Si Mingjing methodically make her preparations.

Mo Yinhe was also watching, his gaze sweeping toward her slender wrists.

His dark eyes narrowed slightly.

Where was the bracelet she’d been wearing on her wrist? Had she taken it off so quickly?

"Not cute at all anymore."

Mo Yinhe’s clear, magnetic voice was tinged with gloom.

Hearing Mo Yinhe’s out-of-the-blue remark, Ye Shen was puzzled. "Brother, what’s not cute anymore?"

Mo Yinhe ignored Ye Shen.

He methodically undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one. The well-defined muscles of his chest were gradually exposed to the warm sunlight...

Having disinfected the Silver Needles, Si Mingjing looked up and was met with the sight of a broad expanse of pale, firm pectoral muscles.

Sunlight struck the fair, smooth skin of Mo Yinhe’s chest, and it seemed to refract, sending a dazzling gleam into Si Mingjing’s eyes.

Si Mingjing felt her head spin. ...

"Do I need to lie down?" Mo Yinhe asked, his teasing dark eyes not missing the flash of astonishment in Si Mingjing’s.

Si Mingjing cleared her throat, averted her gaze, and nodded. "Lying down would make it easier to apply the needles."

Without another word, Mo Yinhe lay down. His fingers interlaced, casually resting behind his head as a pillow. His excessively long legs, exuding an air of asceticism yet perfectly straight, were casually draped over the low coffee table with an unrestrained air. The sharp crease of his high-end trousers accentuated their straight lines.

The entire scene was the very epitome of worldly allure.

Yet Ye Shen, standing nearby, made a completely incongruous remark: "Brother, you’re actually wearing long johns under your dress pants!"

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