Chapter 252: Chapter 252: The Love Rival is Courting Death Every Day 1
The more Mo Yinhe thought about it, the more excited he became. Ripples of emotion spread through his heart, and he wished he could start preparing right now.
After the ceremony, it was time for toasts. Ye Shen, his face beaming, held his wine glass and went from table to table.
When it came to Si Mingjing’s table, Ye Shen, standing by Mo Yinhe’s side, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Brother, save me."
"On a day of great joy, what nonsense are you talking?"
Although Ye Shen wore a triumphant smile, his heart was filled with indescribable bitterness. "Uncle said we should get engaged first. Then, based on my future performance, he’ll decide whether to allow me to marry Tangtang. He said he’ll give me three years. If he doesn’t see any improvement from me in that time, he’ll find another suitable groom for Tangtang. Where haven’t I improved?"
"That demand isn’t excessive," Mo Yinhe said.
Even his own brother was siding with Uncle. Ye Shen felt utterly depressed. "Brother, tell me, where haven’t I improved?
I’m still in university. What kind of improvement is he expecting? My grades are top of the class, I get scholarships every year, and I’ve won several technology awards."
In an ordinary family, he would undoubtedly be a one-in-a-million young talent!
Unfortunately, he had a brother with too strong of a protagonist’s halo.
It made him seem dull and lackluster by comparison.
Mo Yinhe knew what Uncle found lacking in Ye Shen: leadership experience and skill in strategy. If faced with deceit and cunning, Ye Shen might just fall flat on his face.
As the saying goes, "In times of chaos, talents emerge; in times of peace, scholars are nurtured."
Ye Shen lived in an era of peace and had a brother whose protagonist’s halo was too strong, making it unnecessary for him to worry about potential dangers.
If the sky fell, he had his brother to hold it up.
But the S Country’s royal family was filled with intrigue and bloodshed. Uncle feared Ye Shen wouldn’t be able to protect Tangtang in the future.
"Starting next month, come work as my assistant. I’ll mentor you personally. If you don’t achieve anything within a year, don’t say I didn’t help you."
Ye Shen exclaimed, "Ah! But I’m still in my third year of university, Brother. I have to go back to A Country to study."
Mo Yinhe shot Ye Shen a contemptuous glance. "Do you have classes every day? Use the time you usually spend gaming, clubbing, drinking, and singing for an internship instead. I’ll arrange work for you; you don’t need to follow me around every day."
Ye Shen didn’t dare retort. "Brother, what exactly will my daily work be? Helping you with documents?"
Mo Yinhe replied, "Let’s start with serving tea and fetching water."
Ye Shen nearly stumbled. He pointed at himself in disbelief.
"Me? The national treasure Mermaid of A Country, starting by serving tea and fetching water? Brother, isn’t this a gross misuse of my talents?"
Mo Yinhe knew Ye Shen was overly ambitious and impractical. He shot him a cold glance. "You think serving me tea and fetching water is beneath you?"
Ye Shen swallowed hard, not daring to argue back.
"No, not at all! I don’t feel put upon in the slightest!"
He felt so put upon, he wanted to burst into tears!
Dear brother, can’t you see the look on my face?
Unfortunately, Mo Yinhe paid him no heed.
Ye Shen had no choice. As long as he could show his uncle he was striving to improve for Tangtang’s sake, he would do anything asked of him!
Only then did Mo Yinhe withdraw his cold gaze. "Go tell Uncle you’ll work hard to prove yourself to him."
Ye Shen went to do just that.
Midway through the engagement party, music started in the dance area. Young men and women began inviting each other to dance, expanding their social circles.
Mo Yinhe also wanted to invite Mingjing to dance.
At that moment, Si Mingjing received a phone call from her senior brother, Zhang Muguang.
She answered the phone, speaking softly, "Senior Brother."
Ripples stirred in Mo Yinhe’s heart, instantly turning into surging waves.
He pricked up his ears to listen to her conversation.Suddenly, Si Mingjing stood up, her voice turning icy cold.
"What do you want? If you dare lay a finger on my senior brother, I guarantee you’ll regret ever crossing me!"
A middle-aged woman’s voice came through the phone. "I don’t mean to impose, but I’ve heard that Miss Si is an excellent physician. When Mo Yinhe’s son had a broken leg with necrotic blood vessels, it was Miss Si who prevented his amputation.
Now, my son is in a similar situation. I’d like to trouble Miss Si to treat him."
Treat Qu Gaoyang?
Si Mingjing wasn’t interested!
She had never been one to repay evil with kindness.
Besides, Mo Yinhe had helped her get revenge. If she were to turn around and treat Qu Gaoyang, she would be repaying a grievance with kindness. But if one repays grievances with kindness, with what does one repay kindness itself?
"Miss Si, I know a polite invitation might not be enough, so I had to resort to this tactic. You must arrive within five hours. Otherwise, for every half hour that passes, I will cut off one of your senior brother’s fingers. If I don’t see you in ten hours, you can come collect his corpse."
Si Mingjing clenched her fists, seething with anger. "Despicable!"
The woman on the phone said, "You must understand a mother’s love for her son. I’ve investigated. Zhang Muguang is your master’s only grandson. You wouldn’t want him to come to harm, would you?"
With that, the other party hung up, giving Si Mingjing no room to negotiate.
This woman was ruthless and knew exactly where to strike. Si Mingjing didn’t usually interact much with her senior brother, but the kidnapper clearly knew how important he was to her!
Si Mingjing was furious.
Qu Gaoyang’s arm had necrotic blood vessels; there was no way to save him!
She had saved Xiaobai because he was a dragon cub with incredible self-healing abilities.
Qu Gaoyang wasn’t so lucky.
If she rushed to Gendaya, not only would she fail to save her senior brother, but she’d also be walking into a trap.
What should she do?
She had to devise a foolproof plan to rescue her senior brother!
Si Mingjing took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
She had an idea!
She looked at Mo Yinhe. "Can you take me to Gendaya immediately?"
"What happened?" Mo Yinhe asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Ye Nianbai, sitting in her lap, asked, "Jingjing, what’s wrong? Who’s bullying you? I’ll wipe him out!"
"It’s nothing."
She looked up and saw the question in Mo Yinhe’s eyes.
She explained, "Qu Gaoyang’s mother has kidnapped my senior brother and demands that I treat Qu Gaoyang’s arm. If I don’t show up in five hours, she’ll start chopping off my senior brother’s fingers."
Mo Yinhe’s face darkened instantly. The Queen of Gendaya dared to threaten his Mingjing?
Mo Yinhe wouldn’t allow her to walk into danger. His voice was cold and heavy. "Mingjing, leave this to me. I’ll rescue your senior brother."
But Si Mingjing couldn’t rest easy. "I can’t risk my senior brother’s life. He’s my master’s only grandson. On Prison Star, my master not only imparted his knowledge to me but also raised me. I’ve already thought of a plan to save my senior brother. Please, take me there quickly."
Mo Yinhe remained unmoved. "That’s impossible!"
Si Mingjing immediately leaned into Mo Yinhe’s ear and whispered her plan!
A light flickered in Mo Yinhe’s dark eyes. "Are you sure?"
Si Mingjing said, "This is the only way to save my senior brother. Rest assured, I have no intention of actually saving Qu Gaoyang. They say healers should have compassionate hearts, but I don’t possess such compassion for him."
Mo Yinhe, convinced, entrusted the two children to his sister and then led Si Mingjing away from the banquet hall.
They traveled in a flying saucer-shaped aircraft that could navigate both sea and sky, reaching the undersea kingdom of Gendaya in just three and a half hours.
Before the aircraft landed, Si Mingjing looked down at the bustling Royal Capital of Gendaya. The jewel-like buildings stretching out beneath the sea were all in the Byzantine architectural style.