My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 769: Ye Jingzhe Instantly Turns into a Flirty Guy 2
Si Mingjing laughed herself silly. "What about later when Liangliang, Susu, and Yangyang get married? Won’t you suffer from insomnia every night?"
Mo Yinhe withdrew his hand from behind his head, turned on his side, and pulled her into his arms. "Later, my daughters will follow the customs of the Mu Continent and recruit sons-in-law. What do I have to worry about?"
Mo Yinhe wasn’t worried about this at all. He suddenly felt that the Mu Continent had an excellent custom; none of his three daughters would marry out. He could find live-in sons-in-law to keep under his nose every day. If anyone dared to treat his daughters poorly, he could just have them divorced!
Si Mingjing chuckled softly. "What about your son then?"
"My son, of course, will follow the rules of Atlantis!"
Anyway, he intended to take advantage of all the beneficial rules, using whichever customs suited him best!
That night, not only was Mo Yinhe in a foul mood, but Ye Shen and Ye Junqing’s spirits weren’t any better.
After the lively banquet ended, all three men felt an emptiness inside.
Si Mingjing couldn’t comfort him over this, nor did she feel it was necessary. She closed her eyes, wanting to sleep, but Mo Yinhe started to get frisky, lowering his voice to a husky whisper as he asked her, "How do you want to spend our first reunion anniversary?"
Feeling down, he could only think of happy things to distract himself from the melancholy in his heart.
"What reunion anniversary?"
"The day after tomorrow!"
Mo Yinhe wasn’t interested in celebrating the first anniversary of her arrival on Earth, but he placed considerable importance on their first reunion anniversary. He had been pondering how to celebrate it for a month and had plenty of ideas. Now, he wanted to discuss them with her and hear her thoughts.
"Isn’t the day after tomorrow your birthday?"
Mo Yinhe smiled. "The anniversary and birthday fall on the same day this time, so we’ll celebrate them together from now on. How do you want to celebrate?"
"Cook you a bowl of longevity noodles in the morning, and order a cake for you in the evening?"
Mo Yinhe kissed her intensely, with a force that felt almost like a punishment.
Was she planning to just perfunctorily get through such an important day? Longevity noodles and cakes were secondary to him; what mattered was the first anniversary of their reunion!
Si Mingjing was kissed until she could barely catch her breath. She chuckled softly. "Then how do you want to celebrate? You have so many ideas, why don’t you suggest a few, and I’ll pick one, okay?"
Finally, Mo Yinhe’s irritation seemed to be soothed. He said, "Mingjing, how about we plant a row of osmanthus trees in the palace? The first time I saw you last year, I smelled the scent of osmanthus on you. I still remember it vividly."
Si Mingjing rolled her eyes. "Oh, give it a rest. I clearly remember you saying that you didn’t really look at me back then. You didn’t even pay much attention to what I looked like, so how could you remember the scent of osmanthus on me?"
"Nonsense!" Mo Yinhe argued, defending himself with a serious face. "How could I have not paid attention to you? I thought you were beautiful at first sight—the most beautiful woman in the world."
Si Mingjing cited her evidence. "When I was treating you, and you were delirious with fever at night, you mentioned a female doctor had come to your home wanting to marry you. You said you couldn’t even be bothered to glance at her, not really noticing what she looked like. Men and their words... honestly."
Mo Yinhe adamantly denied it, forcefully insisting, "Mingjing, you must have remembered it wrong. You’re misremembering and blaming me for it. Look, isn’t it snowing outside?"
Indeed, snowflakes were fluttering outside the window.
This man was simply shameless! He clearly said those words himself, and now he was refusing to admit it!
Si Mingjing said, "The soil here isn’t suitable for planting osmanthus trees, right? And this isn’t the right season for planting trees either."
"How would we know if we don’t try planting them?" Mo Yinhe retorted.
He was determined to plant osmanthus trees. He had ways to procure osmanthus saplings and gardeners at home to carefully nurture them, ensuring that the osmanthus trees would thrive. When September and October came around, the fragrance of the osmanthus would carry for miles.
Si Mingjing couldn’t dissuade Mo Yinhe, whose mind had been set for a long time. She said, "Then go ahead and plant them. But where do you plan to plant them? I previously picked out a patch of land to grow medicinal herbs and had Mom’s favorite Tulip Garden flattened for it. If you’re going to plant more trees, make sure not to ruin Mom’s remaining garden."
"I’ll plant them at the entrance to the East Garden."
Mo Yinhe was a man of action. The very next day, he had people procure osmanthus saplings.
Since Mo Yinhe had mentioned it to Fengjue earlier, Fengjue had long arranged to have everything ready, waiting only for Mo Yinhe’s command to have the osmanthus saplings dug up and brought over.
「The third day was Mo Yinhe’s birthday, and it was also the one-year anniversary of their reunion.」
Both sides of the road leading to the East Garden were dug up, ready for the many young osmanthus saplings.
Si Mingjing had invited Old Lady Ye to teach her how to make longevity noodles. Instead of buying ready-made noodles from the supermarket, she bought flour and started from fermenting the dough. She did everything herself because what mattered most to her was the sentiment behind it.
Ye Siyuan brought Song Tangtang and Yan Zhenxi along to join the fun.
Due to Ye Siyuan’s engagement party, many friends who had come to attend were still in Yecheng and weren’t in a hurry to leave. The women gathered, chatting and laughing, making the house very lively.
Si Lisao also hadn’t left. Seeing Mo Yinhe with his coat off and sleeves rolled up, working vigorously with a hoe on a snow-covered pathway, he curiously went over to ask if he needed any help.
"No need!" Mo Yinhe refused directly.
Even when Fengjue offered to help, Mo Yinhe wasn’t pleased.
Just as Si Mingjing had started from scratch with the flour for the longevity noodles, Mo Yinhe didn’t want anyone else’s involvement. He had personally turned over all the soil on both sides of the path. Though clearly not a farmer, he wielded the hoe with surprising proficiency.
While Si Mingjing was kneading dough in the kitchen, she glanced through the floor-to-ceiling windows to see Mo Yinhe enthusiastically digging outside. A smile would occasionally lift the corners of her mouth at the sight, which, somehow, felt inexplicably warm and tender.
"Sister-in-law, what on earth is my brother messing around with?" Ye Siyuan complained, her brother having turned their home into what looked like a large construction site, ruining its overall aesthetic. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Si Mingjing laughed. "He said he wants to plant a row of osmanthus trees."
"Planting osmanthus trees in this sandy seaside soil? My brother really does whatever pops into his head."
"That’s why he went to the mountains northwest of here yesterday afternoon, dug up a lot of soil, and brought it back. He said he’s also replacing the top layer of soil so the saplings can survive. I’ve never planted trees before, so I can only listen to his confident assurances and hope they survive."
Ye Siyuan looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the icy, snowy world and, not feeling optimistic, threw cold water on the idea. "If you’re going to plant trees, you should do it in spring. Your saplings are shivering in the cold wind. My brother is really something else..."
At that moment, Mo Yinhe finished digging. Task accomplished, he then had Fengjue go into the house to call for someone.
"Call Mingjing over to help me steady the saplings."
Planting the trees was not something he planned to do alone. Eager and in high spirits, he wanted to plant them with his wife. He envisioned that when the osmanthus trees grew tall a few years later, flourishing throughout the garden, Mingjing would personally pick and collect the blossoms, then dry them to brew tea for him.
