CHAPTER 312: CHAPTER 312: SON, YOUR VEST FELL OFF 1

Seeing the skepticism that remained on her face, Mo Yinhe patiently and tenderly continued his explanation.

"Mingjing, I’ve been thinking. Why is it that when you returned five years later, your appearance had changed, your memories were lost, and even a maternity test couldn’t prove your mother-son relationship with Xiaobai? I think I might have an answer. Would you like to hear it?"

Si Mingjing pressed her thin lips tightly together, forming a straight line. She refused to give him any opening for affection, acting impatient and uninterested, yet she was actually eager to hear his explanation.

"Mingjing, you might have been reborn. After rebirth, your appearance changed, you lost your memories, and even blood relations can’t be proven. This is a plausible explanation."

Si Mingjing’s confused heart seemed to glimpse a ray of light.

Indeed, she had been reborn.

Chen Fengdu said it was the Dragon’s Nirvana.

But she had died during the prehistoric great flood to save the common people. At that time, she was also called Si Mingjing, and her appearance had not changed.

"But you are always my baby, and this I firmly believe."

Si Mingjing said nothing. She remained silent.

Mo Yinhe gently touched her face. "Give me some time, and I will figure everything out, okay?"

He kissed her forcefully, not caring about her resistance, kissing her deeply.

He wanted to kiss her until she was dizzy and confused.

Women should be a bit foolish and not take everything so seriously.

He was afraid she would obsess over feeling like a "substitute," become unable to extricate herself, and then refuse to listen to his explanations.

Mo Yinhe now wished he could trample his former self—the one who had spoken so flippantly to Qu Liushang—deep into the mud. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so plagued by anxiety now, all thanks to Qu Liushang’s scheming.

Si Mingjing’s body went weak from his devouring kisses. She pushed him lightly a couple of times and asked, "So, that Bai Jiusi I met... is she really a fake?"

"Fake. She is Bai Qingshui."

Mo Yinhe gave her a definitive answer. He had already investigated the impostor’s identity thoroughly.

"Who is Bai Qingshui?"

"Your sister."

Si Mingjing frowned. Imprisoned in his embrace, she no longer struggled or made a scene. Her emotions were complex, but she was also very angry.

"I’m still not certain how much of what you’ve said is true, so don’t jump to conclusions and assume I am Bai Jiusi. So, the Bai Jiusi I met... she’s actually the real Bai Jiusi’s sister, Bai Qingshui?"

Mo Yinhe nodded, his gaze cold and sharp, then added, "She had plastic surgery to look like she does now."

"Why did she get plastic surgery?"

Mo Yinhe gave her a pointed look. "Mingjing, you should ask her that question. I never concern myself with women other than you. I only want to understand you and figure out how to make you stop being angry."

Si Mingjing felt annoyed as she listened, not moved at all.

"You knew she was a fake, yet you put on an act in front of me, pretending you’d forgotten the past and wanted to start over with me! Is this the strategy you came up with after ’studying’ me? Mo Yinhe, you bastard! You actually dared to deceive me!"

Mo Yinhe turned his head and said to Fengjue, who was standing nearby looking everywhere but at them, "Fengjue, go buy ten durians right now."

Is he buying them for me to eat? Si Mingjing wondered.

She scoffed, "Don’t think buying me a few durians will make me forget this!"

"It’s not for you to eat," Mo Yinhe said earnestly. "I’m buying them to kneel on!"

Si Mingjing was speechless. "..."

PFFT! She couldn’t control the sound.

She raised her hand and smacked his shoulder hard.

"If you have the guts, then actually kneel."

Durian shells are covered in sharp spikes.

If he knelt on those, would his knees even be usable anymore?

And then she, as a doctor, would be the one to treat him. It was a self-harm ploy to gain sympathy! He could dream on!

Mo Yinhe pulled her against his broad chest. "Fine, I’ll really kneel, as long as it makes you stop being angry. Fengjue, aren’t you going to buy them yet?"

"Yes, this subordinate will go buy them right now. My Lord, should I buy a hundred, so you can kneel on one each day?"

The master and servant were perfectly in sync, playing off each other effortlessly.

Seeing Fengjue actually about to leave, Si Mingjing quickly called out to him.

She said angrily, "Like master, like servant! Don’t think I don’t know you two are deliberately putting on a show for me! Who asked you to kneel on durians?"

Mo Yinhe’s bravado soared. "Then what do you want me to kneel on? I’ll have Fengjue buy it, hmm?"

The final "hmm" echoed, lingering in the air.

Si Mingjing’s emotions were tangled and complex. She partially believed his explanation.

But without sorting out her thoughts thoroughly, she didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

Si Mingjing forcefully pushed away his confining arms and said, "Regarding what you’ve said, I’ll reserve my judgment for now. But if you dare to deceive me again, playing me for a fool, I’ll kick you straight into the sea!"

Having said that, she turned and walked away, entering the VIP seating area.

She sat down next to Ye Siyuan in an empty spot.

Mo Yinhe followed closely and sat beside her.

On stage, after the opening ceremony, was the live draw to select the competitors for the semi-finals.

The results of the draw were: The Lemuria Team vs. the Atlantis Team; and The Mu Continent Team vs. the Gendaya Team.

The official competition was set for the afternoon.

Following the afternoon’s matches, the two victorious teams would compete in the final round the next day to determine the champion.

Mo Yinhe didn’t watch the afternoon matches, as he had official duties and had to leave due to an unforeseen matter.

Ye Junqing and Ye Xinguang didn’t watch either; their main purpose was to support their daughter and daughter-in-law.

Si Mingjing wanted to watch, but Mo Yinhe forcefully took her away. He wanted to prevent Qu Liushang from harassing her again and saying things to unsettle her mind; Mo Yinhe was wary of being tricked again.

In the evening, the family gathered for dinner.

Ye Shen was talking about the results of the afternoon’s matches.

He was excited, speaking animatedly, "We won, and the Mu Continent team also won! Tomorrow morning, our national team will face off against the Mu Continent’s national team. The outcome is unpredictable!"

During the afternoon matches, the Mu Continent team displayed extraordinary strength.

Ye Shen continued excitedly, "There’s a player on the Mu Continent team named Wang Erya who’s like a swift little cheetah—incredibly fierce when piloting his spaceship! Big Brother, I think such a talent is definitely worth recruiting. We could train him to become a real astronaut, someone to spearhead your future interstellar endeavors!"

The Interstellar Sports Championship attracts young people not only with fame and fortune but also by offering a path to a real career in aerospace through various national space agencies. For young people who yearn for space exploration but can’t enter the aerospace field through regular channels, participating in the Interstellar Sports Championship offers a viable alternative path.

Mo Yinhe’s Yinhe Aerospace Base picked one or two talents each year from the Interstellar Sports Championship.

This year would be no exception.

Mo Yinhe, dining elegantly, responded, "I’ll have someone look into him later."

Ye Shen said, "That guy may look ordinary, but his past competition results are outstanding. Today, he piloted his spaceship as if he were the best one there!"