My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 685: Who’s the Little Troublemaker? 2

Ye Junqing smelled the stench and lifted the covers slightly. His exasperation was beyond words. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to argue with a child, so he just closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

Su Chaoyang’s sleeping posture was terrible; he kicked Ye Junqing several times during the night. Despite countless attempts to correct his position, it was no use. Eventually, Ye Junqing gave up, got out of bed, left the bedroom, and found the study to catch up on some sleep.

The next morning, he got up on time to go for a run and encountered his son, Mo Yinhe, who was also out for an early morning jog, yawning continuously.

Father and son both had a habit of running early in the morning; they were truly running buddies.

The palace had a special running track. Not only did Ye Junqing and Mo Yinhe run on it, but even people like Fengjue would jog on the track early in the morning. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Many people ran early in the morning, which had a mutually encouraging effect.

Usually, Ye Junqing felt refreshed after his morning run. This morning, however, he felt as if he hadn’t woken up properly and was teased by his son, Mo Yinhe.

"Dad, were you exhausted last night? Take it easy if you’re getting old," Mo Yinhe teased.

Ye Junqing glared at him. "Bratty kid, which eye of yours sees me as old? Last night, I encountered a little troublemaker with terrible sleeping habits; I didn’t get a wink of sleep all night!"

Mo Yinhe asked, "Is Mom’s sleeping posture bad?"

Ye Junqing hummed while running, "It wasn’t your mom."

Mo Yinhe’s expression visibly darkened. "Dad, were you sleeping with another woman behind Mom’s back last night?"

Ye Junqing shot him a fierce look. "What are you thinking? Besides your mom, who else could catch my eye?"

"Then who is this little troublemaker?"

Hearing the words "little troublemaker" from his father, Mo Yinhe couldn’t help but overthink.

"I don’t know!"

If Ye Junqing knew who it was, he resolved to give the little troublemaker’s parents a stern lecture. They’re utterly incompetent! How could they not send such a young child to kindergarten for a proper education, instead letting them learn crooked ways and swindling tricks?

Ye Junqing added, "Probably some poor little thing, unloved by their father and mother."

What kind of child, cherished by their parents, would become a Little Daoist?

Mo Yinhe was speechless.

Mo Yinhe still didn’t understand. Who exactly was this little troublemaker?

Ye Junqing ran only two laps before retreating to catch up on sleep, paying his son no more mind.

Seeing his father avoid him and leave, Mo Yinhe didn’t press the issue. He caught up with Fengjue, who had also been running, and asked, "Was there any news about Chaoyang yesterday?"

While running, Fengjue responded, "Your Highness, not at the moment."

Mo Yinhe’s face turned cold, his voice tight with barely suppressed rage. "How is there still no news at all? Is it possible Bo Leng has already sent him back to the Mu Continent? My men watching him—was there a slip-up?"

Fengjue quickly reassured him, "Your Highness, I’ve had people watching around the clock. There will be absolutely no mistakes. He genuinely hasn’t appeared yet. If Prince Bo’s men had found the Young Master, Prince Bo wouldn’t still be here; he’d have left. Isn’t Prince Bo staying precisely because he’s waiting for the Young Master?"

That made sense.

Bo Leng must also be waiting for news; he wouldn’t leave until he had some.

So, no news was, in fact, good news.

Mo Yinhe felt somewhat reassured. After a few more laps, he returned to the East Garden of the palace. Just as he was about to enter his residence, he suddenly saw the imposing figure of Bo Leng walking out, followed by two guards dragging suitcases. It looked like Bo Leng was preparing to leave.

Mo Yinhe’s heart skipped a beat. He walked up to block Bo Leng’s path, smiling wryly. "Brother-in-law, where are you headed so early in the morning?"

"Something came up. I’m leaving."

His reply was terse, as cold and unfeeling as ever.

Could Bo Leng have found Little Chaoyang and now be in a hurry to take him away?

Alarm bells rang in Mo Yinhe’s mind as he said with a smile, "In such a rush? It wouldn’t be too late to leave after breakfast."

"No need."

Bo Leng moved swiftly, clearly without the slightest intention of staying a second longer.

With a sidestep, he walked past Mo Yinhe.

Mo Yinhe quickly stepped forward, once again blocking Bo Leng’s path.

Bo Leng’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing within them. "What do you think you’re doing?"