CHAPTER 117: CHAPTER 117 SONG PIANLAN: I’M GOING OFFLINE

Song Pianlan, still laughing shrilly, fell into a pool of blood, dead so suddenly and unexpectedly.

"Be careful!" Fengjue drew his gun and shielded Mo Yinhe.

Mo Yinhe moved even quicker. He had already enveloped Si Mingjing in his arms, protecting her tightly with his tall frame. Simultaneously, he activated the Force Field Protective Shield, a layer of translucent blue light that rapidly enveloped them both.

The next second, Si Mingjing’s vision went pitch black. All she could smell was the man’s steady breath, a faint scent of agarwood—a powerful aroma that calmed the heart.

Si Mingjing wanted to poke her head out to see what was happening. She looked up and saw Song Pianlan lying in the pool of blood, her eyes wide open as if she had died with a grievance.

Si Mingjing paused for a moment, wanting to save Song Pianlan. Song Pianlan couldn’t die! She needed Song Pianlan’s testimony! She came to Earth not to watch the Song Family die, but to clear her mother’s name and restore her innocence.

But Mo Yinhe’s arms were already wrapped around her waist, carrying her quickly toward a specially modified car.

This empty intersection was like a shooting gallery.

After Mo Yinhe put Si Mingjing into the car, he got in as well.

Si Mingjing exclaimed in a low voice, "Song Pianlan can’t die!"

"Mingjing, it’s too late. Song Pianlan was shot between the eyebrows, her brain matter sprayed out. She can’t possibly survive," he said.

Si Mingjing’s head buzzed. Who was in such a hurry to kill and silence her? The Song patriarch, Song’s father, Song’s mother, Song Tengfei, Fang Jing... One by one, Si Mingjing considered all members of the Song Family in her mind. Could it be Song Tengfei? Song Pianlan was Song Tengfei’s own sister; could he be so ruthless? If it wasn’t Song Tengfei, then who could it be? Could her mother’s death involve someone else as well?

Si Mingjing quickly regained her composure and fell into deep thought, pondering for five minutes without realizing it.

At that moment, Fengjue came over and reported from outside the car, "Your Excellency, the person has escaped. We didn’t catch them; it was a sniper."

"Useless," Mo Yinhe said in a deep voice, uttering just two words.

Fengjue didn’t dare make a sound, feeling even a bit alarmed. He was grateful that the shot was aimed at Song Pianlan; if it had been meant for His Excellency, Fengjue dared not even think about it...

Si Mingjing’s concern wasn’t about that. "What about Song Pianlan?" she asked.

Fengjue replied, "Dead."

Si Mingjing muttered a curse under her breath.

Mo Yinhe gestured for her to stay calm and ordered Fengjue, "Release the news. Especially let the Song Family know that Song Pianlan was silenced. Then monitor the Song Family members closely and find the true mastermind behind Song Pianlan’s assassination."

Fengjue nodded in agreement, "Yes, Your Excellency."

Si Mingjing then understood Mo Yinhe’s plan.

Suppressing the rage in her heart, she understood that Mo Yinhe’s arrangement was the best strategy for the moment. By letting the Song Family know that Song Pianlan was silenced, their speculation about the killer would certainly be more accurate than hers, regardless of who was responsible. By observing the Song Family members, they would surely find some clues. In the end, they would definitely catch the murderer.

Mo Yinhe took a bag of chips from a plastic bag and handed it to her, "Eat something to settle yourself. We’ll wait here for the Song Family to come and collect the body."

Si Mingjing was in no mood to eat. Turning her head and looking out the car window at Song Pianlan’s dreadful corpse in the pool of blood, she felt intense nausea.

Mo Yinhe sat beside her, slowly stroking her back, "Scared?"

"No." But Si Mingjing’s face was deathly pale.

Mo Yinhe called his son for a video chat, hoping his son’s childlike innocence could lessen the shock Si Mingjing had received.

Ye Nianbai had just finished his bath, and through the video, one could see him playfully frolicking on his bed. Since he was at home, the little guy had no inhibitions. He spontaneously sprouted two bright, shiny, and adorably cute little Dragon Horns, presenting his treasures to the camera.

"Wow! Jingjing, I was just thinking about you~"

After saying that, Ye Nianbai blew a kiss towards the camera with all his might.

Indeed, human cubs are the best at healing hearts. Si Mingjing couldn’t help but smile.

"Xiaobai, what are you doing?"

"Of course, I’m thinking about you."

Ye Nianbai, the expert at flirting, said, "Jingjing, give Xiaobai a kiss, too, or else I’ll bother you to death in your dreams!"

Mo Yinhe’s brows furrowed slightly. This little rascal is joyfully flirting with my wife.

However, seeing his baby smile, Mo Yinhe decided to forgive his son.

Si Mingjing didn’t kiss him; she just laughed, though somewhat stifledly.

"Jingjing, are you unhappy?"

Despite his young age, Ye Nianbai was very observant. He had long noticed that Jingjing seemed a tad unhappy.

"Mhm, something unexpected happened, but it’s okay. The world never promised a smooth journey. Seeing you makes any unhappiness insignificant." Si Mingjing treated Ye Nianbai like a little adult, opening her heart to him.

Ye Nianbai’s cool and cute little voice earnestly said, "Of course, Xiaobai must always be number one in Jingjing’s heart. Daddy says, any man who can’t claim the top spot in his wife’s heart is a failure, and Xiaobai has never failed."

Mo Yinhe, long forgotten by his wife, suddenly rubbed his wrist as he sat beside her. Indeed, today is yet another day I feel like smacking my son! That comment hit home!

Unaware, Ye Nianbai reached out his small hand to play with the adorably cute little Dragon Horns atop his head. He said, "Jingjing, don’t be sad. Xiaobai will sing for you."

"Okay, sing."

Ye Nianbai could not only sing, but he also chose music to perform to. He sang and danced; after all, he was the reigning "Dance King" of every kindergarten in the Imperial Capital. The impromptu popping, paired with cool music, was super shocking and lit!

Ye Nianbai danced with all his might, exhibiting his most dazzling performance, aiming to cheer up Jingjing.

By the end, Si Mingjing was astounded! This little guy is incredibly talented! He dances with such style and skill, every bit as good as male stars on TV. He could debut anytime!

After finishing his dance, the little guy shook his adorable little Dragon Horns that could kill with cuteness and caught his breath. He then shot a charming look at the camera, his big eyes blinking. "Jingjing, are you head over heels for Xiaobai now?"

Exactly! Her mood instantly brightened! Any nausea, any irritation—all were healed by the little guy’s spontaneous dance and song.

The little guy still wanted to dance, but Mo Yinhe cut off the video.

My son is merely a tool. Now that he has served his purpose, it’s time to log off. Otherwise, I fear this mother and son might truly spark a romance!

Ye Nianbai, still wanting to continue entertaining Jingjing, was fuming. Daddy was too much! I still had two songs to sing, and Daddy had to be a love breaker! Humph! Humph!

Si Mingjing also felt a hint of regret. As she talked about Xiaobai, she visibly relaxed significantly. "Did Xiaobai learn his dance from a professional?"

Mo Yinhe noticed the amazement in her eyes. The smug man smoothed his frown, his shameless, clear voice boasting, "This little guy, always watching me dance, picked up a thing or two. It’s just a smattering, nothing to speak of."