CHAPTER 124: CHAPTER 124 SI MINGJING: I WANT TO DO A PATERNITY TEST WITH XIAOBAI 1

Mo Yinhe was also watching Si Mingjing pilot the spacecraft, soaring freely through space. The emotions in his heart tumbled like hot magma. She truly is my baby!

No need for instruction; she just knew! No, Mo Yinhe suddenly realized. It wasn’t that no instruction was needed, but rather that in her subconscious, those skills she inherently knew hadn’t been forgotten! He had taught her before, and she remembered it all! This was truly exhilarating! Did this mean that the bits and pieces of memories they shared hadn’t really disappeared but were sealed within her subconscious, and he simply hadn’t found the right way to unlock them?

Si Mingjing flew in the simulated space for nearly an hour without making a single mistake. In the end, she landed steadily at Yinhe Aerospace Base.

After everything was over, Si Mingjing closed her eyes. Every nerve ending in her body roared with pleasure and wildness. The feeling was too addictive, as if she had suddenly found her true self! It was as if this was the unrestrained life she was meant to live.

Mo Yinhe looked at her, his eyes burning with intensity. "Mingjing, do you know why you can pilot the ship so skillfully?"

Did Si Mingjing also want to know why? It was so strange!

Suddenly, Mo Yinhe pulled her into his embrace. "Because I’ve taught my baby all these things. It’s not that you’ve grasped it without learning; it’s that your subconscious still holds onto the knowledge I taught you. Mingjing, you are my baby. Your body is very honest."

Mo Yinhe was ecstatic. All the evidence proved that his woman had returned!

Si Mingjing struggled subconsciously but couldn’t break free from his strong embrace. The man’s domineering and powerful hold on her deepened the feeling of having regained what was lost.

Si Mingjing was annoyed, and her ears burned. "Mr. Mo, calm down. I’m still a virg—"

Mo Yinhe paused for a second and then burst into laughter.

"Baby, are you hinting that I’m not man enough?"

That was absolutely not what she meant! Si Mingjing wished she could bite off her own tongue. What she actually wanted to express was that she had never experienced carnal relations, so how could she possibly be Xiaobai’s mother?

"Mingjing, tonight I’m going to sleep with you." She’s hinted so clearly; how could he possibly disappoint her?

Si Mingjing was rendered speechless. "..."

Then, pure shock. "!!!"

Si Mingjing gritted her teeth. "Mo Yinhe, that’s not what I mean! Don’t you understand? It’s impossible for me to have had a child, and I have someone I truly love in my heart! Let me go!"

But Mo Yinhe wouldn’t listen.

If he hadn’t still been adapting to her new face, Mo Yinhe would have certainly bitten her hard. To make her understand who her true love should be.

Si Mingjing, overwhelmed by Mo Yinhe’s enthusiasm, tensed all over. "Mo Yinhe, if you keep treating me as Xiaobai’s mother, don’t blame me for being rude! Believe it or not, I’ll go get a paternity test done with Xiaobai and slap you hard in the face!"

Doing a paternity test without cause was an absurd idea, but to make Mo Yinhe see reason, Si Mingjing felt it wasn’t out of the question!

As Mo Yinhe listened to her words, his eyes darkened slightly.

How had he not thought of that? Because he was convinced she was his baby, he didn’t need a paternity test for further confirmation, so it had never crossed his mind. But now, his baby had reminded him.

He suddenly found it interesting. "Mingjing, are you sure that when the time comes, it won’t be your own face that’s slapped?"

"That’s absolutely impossible!" Si Mingjing declared confidently.

She grew up on Prison Star and had never experienced carnal relations. How could she possibly have birthed Xiaobai, such an endearing child, with Mo Yinhe? She did wish Xiaobai were her son. Unfortunately, circumstances didn’t allow for it!

Mo Yinhe said, "Mingjing, let’s wait and see. If the paternity test confirms you are mother and son, I will sleep with you immediately."

Si Mingjing: "!!!"

This man... has he been abstinent for too long? Every other word out of his mouth is ’sleep’!

Hearing footsteps approaching the simulator cabin, Si Mingjing panicked. "Xiaobai is coming! Let go of me, quickly!"

Mo Yinhe didn’t let go, a light, wicked laugh escaping him. "I’m not having an affair. I’m openly holding my own wife. What’s there to fear?"

Si Mingjing urged hurriedly, "Let’s wait for the paternity test results before we discuss this! Let go of me now!"

Mo Yinhe huffed but complied.

Just as Mo Yinhe released her, Ye Nianbai came running over.

"Wow! Jingjing! Jingjing! How are you so awesome?"

Ye Nianbai threw himself into Si Mingjing’s arms, his big, grape-like eyes sparkling with utmost admiration.

"Jingjing! Jingjing! Tell Little Master, did you learn how to do this before?"

"No," Si Mingjing replied, sighing with relief inwardly.

"Little Master gets it now!" Ye Nianbai had an expression of sudden realization. "Jingjing is naturally this outstanding! It’s truly despairing. It turns out it isn’t that Little Master is dumb, but that everything requires 99% talent and 1% effort. It’s all Dad’s fault for giving Little Master bad genes!"

Mo Yinhe snatched his little cub from Si Mingjing’s embrace and lifted him high into the air.

"Both your dad and mom are geniuses! How dare you, you little rascal, blame genetics!"

With such excellent genes, he’d still managed to raise a good-for-nothing. Mo Yinhe felt like throwing his son into a trash bin.

Ye Nianbai countered righteously, "Otherwise, how come Jingjing can do it, but Little Master can’t?"

"Then you should ask yourself, where’s your brain?"

Ye Nianbai, suspended in mid-air by Mo Yinhe, flailed his arms and legs and even touched his own head. "Dad, Little Master’s brain is still on my head."

Mo Yinhe’s voice was stern. "Other than being a smart aleck, what else can you do?"

"Little Master also knows how to pamper his wife."

Mo Yinhe: "..."

The cheeky brat! His old man could do that too; wasn’t it just inherited?!

Mo Yinhe carried the little guy out of the simulator cabin and handed him to Fengjue. "Continue teaching him. Don’t let him stop until he completes one successful flight! You little slick-talker, you never use your brain for anything worthwhile."

Mo Yinhe was especially strict when it came to educating his child.

Fengjue nodded, took Xiaobai back to the simulator cabin, and continued teaching.

Then, Xiaobai was cooped up in the simulator cabin, practicing for several hours straight, even missing dinner.

When he finally came out of the simulator cabin, it was already half-past ten at night!

Xiaobai ran to Mo Yinhe’s room, tumbled onto the bed, and bragged, "Daddy, Little Master didn’t crash and burn on the last attempt! Uncle Feng even praised me, saying, ’Like father, like son!’"

"So, ’not crashing and burning’ sounds promising, does it?" Mo Yinhe, the stern father, cast a disdainful glance at his son.

It took him five hours just to achieve ’not crashing and burning,’ and this little imp still had the nerve to show off in front of him? His not beating the boy was already an act of supreme mercy for a father like him.

Xiaobai deftly crawled under Mo Yinhe’s blanket. He noticed his father was looking at a photo album filled with intimate and affectionate pictures of his parents together.

The little fellow reached out his small hand and sympathetically patted his father’s large head. "Daddy, do you miss Mommy?"