My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 767: Ye Siyuan’s Engagement Banquet 2
Bo Leng had, at some point, stood by her side. Clad in a black shirt, tall and commanding, he swirled a glass of red wine in his hand, gazing at the distant sea. In a deep voice, he asked, "What are you thinking about? The trials and tribulations of the past year since you returned to Earth?"
Si Mingjing was taken aback for a moment. She turned her head and smiled at Bo Leng. "Big Brother, your ability to read minds terrifies me. Are you the worm in my belly?"
"Is it that hard to guess?" A hint of affection, not easily detected, touched Bo Leng’s cool face.
The brilliant lights of the banquet hall cast a captivating interplay of light and shadow on their profiles, creating a unique atmosphere.
Si Mingjing raised her wine glass towards Bo Leng and said, "Big Brother, it’s surprising that you even know when I came to Earth. Few people are aware that today marks the one-year anniversary of my arrival."
Bo Leng pondered for a moment.
He reached out, placed his hand on her shoulder, and patted it twice. "That may not be the case. Seventh Brother chose today for his engagement considering this date. Finalizing it with the Ye Family today also meant they intended to celebrate with you. It’s just that not everyone felt it necessary to mention it aloud, preferring to hold the sentiment in their hearts."
Si Mingjing was surprised. "Is that so?"
"Mhmm."
Bo Leng gave her a look that seemed to ask, What else could it be?
Si Mingjing froze, a warmth blossoming from the bottom of her heart. She lifted her smile. "Then I’ll pretend I didn’t know."
Bo Leng patted her shoulder again. "Go inside," he cautioned coolly. "Be careful not to catch a cold!"
She was dressed in a long gown suitable only for indoors.
Even Bo Leng, who wasn’t afraid of the cold, felt the chill of the wind as he stood by the railing.
Si Mingjing nodded, and they returned to the banquet hall, one after the other.
Tonight, Mo Yinhe was extremely busy. He had too many guests to host and hardly any time for Si Mingjing. Known for her indolent nature and already feeling unsociable after a busy day, Si Mingjing had no desire to join the crowd around Mo Yinhe.
Fortunately, Bo Leng was also disinclined to socialize, so the two of them found a sofa and sat down, snatching a moment of respite amidst the busyness.
With Bo Leng, whose very presence seemed to repel strangers, sitting beside her, those hoping to approach Si Mingjing for a chat could only watch from a distance, deterred. Si Mingjing smiled faintly and said in a low voice to Bo Leng, "Big Brother, just stay by my side tonight. Don’t go away, and I’ll be perfectly content."
Bo Leng grunted coolly, his temper no better even with his own sister.
However, noticing the fatigue in her eyes, Bo Leng resisted the urge to go to the restroom and remained by her side.
He had someone bring him a book.
Bo Leng enjoyed reading but not e-books.
He enjoyed the leisurely feel and distinct atmosphere of flipping through the pages of a physical book. Amidst the bustling banquet, his quiet reading created an intriguing contrast, a captivating sight. Even Si Mingjing thought her Big Brother was a heartthrob no woman could resist.
"It’s a pity Sister-in-law didn’t come," she remarked.
"She’s at home taking care of Xiaobai for you," Bo Leng replied coolly.
Si Mingjing expressed her regret, "Xiaobai can’t witness his auntie’s engagement party. That boy must be quite upset right now. He and Si Yuan are the closest; Si Yuan practically raised him."
True to his straightforward nature, Bo Leng said, "What’s there to regret? I didn’t attend your engagement party either!"
His cool tone carried a hint of someone still holding a grudge!
Si Mingjing quickly changed the subject. "But Big Brother, you personally oversaw my wedding. Mo Yinhe wanted to give me a piggyback ride, and you refused him. He’s been holding a grudge about that ever since."
Now that they were even, Bo Leng’s slight irritation vanished, and there was no need to pursue the matter further.
Just then, Song Yuan hurried over to Si Mingjing. "Your Majesty the Queen, there’s been a small incident."
"What is it?"
"Young Master Jingzhe... he..."
Seeing Song Yuan’s hesitation, Si Mingjing’s heart sank. "What’s wrong with Jingzhe?"
"Your Majesty the Queen, it’s better if you see for yourself. I can’t quite describe it."
Without another word, Si Mingjing stood up. "Lead the way."
Bo Leng put down his book and followed, as cool and detached as ever.
Si Mingjing had assumed something terrible had happened to Ye Jingzhe. She never imagined that when Song Yuan led her outside, she would see her usually stoic son dancing energetically in the courtyard, with surprising passion.
Her usually stoic son preferred cerebral activities over physical exercise and was extremely restrained. Though only a five-year-old child, he always carried himself with the solemn maturity of a thirty-five-year-old man, prim and proper in every way.
The dance he was performing was the one Little Liangliang and Xiao Susu had choreographed for that evening.
When the two little princesses performed on stage earlier, they had danced this exact routine. Si Mingjing remembered it clearly.
To avoid making any mistakes at their aunt’s engagement party, the two little princesses had rehearsed this dance for nearly two weeks. Every evening, Si Mingjing would watch the children practice it once more to reinforce what they had learned.
Her Little Bingshan, Ye Jingzhe, definitely hadn’t learned it. But perhaps he had watched them and memorized the moves?
Si Mingjing asked, "What on earth happened to him? Did something shock him?" What could have turned her usually reserved little boy into such a little show-off?
Song Yuan rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It seems the Young Master is drunk."
"Hmm?"
Song Yuan confirmed again, "Yes, he’s definitely drunk."
Realizing the situation, Si Mingjing burst out laughing, finding it utterly hilarious.
"This child is usually so tense, so rigid. Now that he’s drunk and letting loose, he actually looks like a child should! Let him be. Let him dance. Hmm, yes, record this. We’ll play it for him when he sobers up."
It was a wonderfully wicked idea. If the Young Master sees this footage of himself being so unrestrained and enthusiastic when he sobers up, Song Yuan thought, he’ll probably want to find a hole to crawl into and never come out.
Si Mingjing urged Song Yuan, "Quick, record it!"
Song Yuan pointed to a nearby security camera. "Your Majesty, there’s surveillance."
"Oh, then copy that segment from the surveillance footage later and send it to my phone," Si Mingjing said.
Bo Leng stood by, watching coolly for a while before commenting, "Such a good child, and Si Lisao raised him to be like this. He must have been pushed to his absolute limit to let go like this, even when drunk."
Bo Leng snorted heavily. It was just as the saying goes: extremes often lead to reversal!
Little Bingshan Ye Jingzhe was completely drunk, thoroughly enjoying himself in the courtyard, blissfully unaware that his antics were amusing everyone watching. Moreover, his dancing was no worse than Liangliang’s and Susu’s; his talent was astonishing.
Si Mingjing was dying of laughter. She said to Song Yuan again, "Go get Mo Yinhe. Let him see how much dancing talent his usually stoic son has! Oh, and Ye Shen too."
Song Yuan slapped his forehead. "Your Majesty, the Young Master will die of social embarrassment!"
Si Mingjing suppressed her smile, unconcerned, and continued to plot against her son. "What does it matter? Hurry and call them. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
