My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 786 Si Lisao Comes 1

It was truly exhausting. Si Mingjing, sitting beside Ye Siyuan, felt anxious about her acting; in the end, however, Ye Siyuan accomplished her task without disgrace.

It was evident to everyone that Ye Siyuan, who received the bouquet, struggled to maintain a forced smile. It was indeed an incredibly difficult smile to muster!

Clearly, her illness was a formidable challenge.

On stage, the host teased the newlyweds, asking them to perform. The request sparked excitement, but Ye Siyuan seized the opportunity, when everyone’s attention was diverted, to sneak away from the banquet hall. Her departing silhouette conveyed a profound sadness to those who noticed.

Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan, saw his aunt’s despondent expression, jumped down from his chair, and quietly followed her out.

The Little Bingshan, though cold on the outside, was warm on the inside. He followed his aunt silently, without a word, without disturbing her, fearing she might be deeply troubled and that something unfortunate might happen.

Ye Siyuan walked along the romantically lit hallway, bouquet in hand, limping, her shadow elongating and shortening intermittently.

Snowflakes began to drift outside once again, falling thickly.

She paused and reached her hand out beyond the corridor, like a mischievous child.

A few snowflakes landed in her palm but melted before she could take a closer look.

Ye Siyuan smiled faintly, unperturbed as the cold wind gusted, teasing her hair into soft tendrils. Dressed only in a thin gown with her shoulders bare, the cold air made her shiver. She clutched her shawl tighter and quickened her pace.

As she neared the West Garden, where she lived, she faintly heard light footsteps behind her.

She turned around and asked in surprise, "Jingzhe, why are you here?"

Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan, pulled out a piece of candy and offered it to Ye Siyuan. "Auntie," he said, "when you’re unhappy, you should eat candy."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

Ye Siyuan took the candy and held Ye Jingzhe’s small hand. "Come on, come inside with Auntie. Did you come all this way to give Auntie candy because I seemed unhappy?"

Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan, maintained his cool, expressionless face.

He remained silent, his concern evident in his actions.

Ye Siyuan led Ye Jingzhe into the house, up the stairs, and into her bedroom. After closing the door, she chuckled and said, "Silly child, Auntie isn’t unhappy. I was just acting for others to see. Don’t worry about me."

Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan, furrowed his brow slightly. "Really?"

"Of course."

She tore open the candy wrapper, popped the wedding candy into her mouth, and then sat down on the armchair.

Her foot was aching, so after sitting, she propped it up and began to massage her ankle.

Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan, stood beside her, his young face dark and dangerously serious. "Auntie, who bullied you?"

Ye Siyuan didn’t know how to explain it to her little nephew.

Just then, Si Lisao called her.

Seeing the caller ID, Ye Siyuan felt a wave of apprehension.

She let the phone ring, unanswered.

Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan, stood quietly beside her. Not a curious child by nature, he found a small stool and sat down, silently keeping his aunt company as he watched her stare, conflicted, at her smartphone, which had started ringing again.

"Auntie, do you want me to answer it for you?"

"Er, no need."

When Si Lisao called for the third time, Ye Siyuan took a deep breath and answered the video call.

Si Lisao’s handsome, furrowed face appeared on the holographic virtual screen. When he saw the video finally connect, the severity in his expression softened. In a deep voice, he asked her, "Why didn’t you answer? Does your foot still hurt?"

"Yes, it hurts."

Ye Siyuan noticed Si Lisao seemed to be on an airplane. "Where are you?" she asked curiously.

"On a plane. I should arrive in Yecheng tomorrow morning."

"Ah? You’re coming to Yecheng? Why didn’t you tell me?"

Si Lisao shifted to a more comfortable position and explained, "I had actually planned to visit your parents for the New Year, but I have a lot to handle on my end and can’t get away just yet. Has it started snowing again in Yecheng?"

"Huh? How did you know?"

"I saw the weather forecast."

She giggled. "It didn’t snow during the day; it only started tonight. The snowfall is quite heavy now. I bet when we wake up tomorrow, everything will be a blanket of white. You’ll arrive just in time to see the beautiful snowy scenery."

A faint smile touched Si Lisao’s lips as he imagined the scene. "I’m looking forward to it."

Ye Siyuan felt an itch in her heart, hoping Si Lisao would bring up the rumors about her. However, he chatted with her for half an hour about other things without touching on the subject. Ye Siyuan didn’t want to bring it up herself, so she had to patiently wait.

On the other end, Si Lisao chuckled softly and murmured, "See you tomorrow morning."

"Mmm, see you tomorrow morning."

Ye Siyuan hung up, took a deep breath, and looked down at Ye Jingzhe, who was still sitting quietly beside her, engrossed in an e-book. "Jingzhe," she asked, "do you think your uncle would still marry me if he knew I was infertile?"

Ye Jingzhe put down his e-book and nodded.

Ye Siyuan smiled. "You have that much confidence in Auntie?"

Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan, said, "Auntie, Uncle said he’s destined to have no descendants in this lifetime."

"PFFT!" Ye Siyuan nearly choked on her own saliva. "What?!"

Could it be that Si Lisao is infertile?

"Uncle can’t produce a Little Dragon."

Ye Jingzhe was very certain about this. "Uncle told me."

This... Si Lisao had never told me!

Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan, said, "Auntie, Uncle has no right to look down on you. You haven’t looked down on him."

"Of course, I wouldn’t look down on him!" Ye Siyuan was absolutely certain of this.

Ye Jingzhe, the Little Bingshan, shrugged. "So, Auntie, you shouldn’t feel burdened."

Why is my little nephew’s way of comforting people so peculiar?

And yet, he actually managed to comfort me!

After much thought, Ye Siyuan sent Si Lisao a WeChat message: "I will never look down on you. Not ever. Whatever happens—old age, sickness, even death—I won’t."

Si Lisao saw this inexplicable WeChat message, his mind filled with question marks. "???"

「Meanwhile, back in the banquet hall, the revelry was in full swing, with toasts and laughter echoing around.」

Song Tangtang and Ye Shen accompanied their parents, going from table to table toasting the guests.

Ye Shen accepted every drink offered and ended up consuming quite a lot.

The groomsmen, who had originally planned to take drinks for him, were left speechless, feeling their services were no longer needed.

This was especially true for Yan Mu.

Yan Mu had an exceptional tolerance for alcohol and had assured Ye Shen three days before the wedding that he would handle the toasting duties.

Now, Ye Shen was indulging himself, seemingly addicted to drinking.

Once quite drunk, he began to speak carelessly, even blurting out that Ye Siyuan’s infertility was due to diet pills she had taken. He then hugged Song Tangtang tightly, saying, "My dearest wife, I love you! Through sickness and health, old age and death, I will always love you and never leave you. I swear, I swear it right now..."

But Song Tangtang’s face turned deathly pale.

Clinging to Ye Shen, she said to the guests, "He’s drunk and just babbling nonsense; he’s making it all up."

Ye Shen, unsteady on his feet, hugged Song Tangtang even tighter, pressing her hand against his chest as he slurred, "Tangtang, I’m not fooling you. This is from the heart. Feel this—my heart beats for you. No matter what you become, I’ll never leave you. If it comes to it, we just... we just won’t have kids..."