My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 38 Lady Ye: How Could I Not Protect My Own? 2

Lady Ye sharply turned and glared at Song Pianlan upon hearing this. "Miss Song, is this what you meant when you said my grandson is critically ill, and his life is hanging by a thread?"

Song Pianlan said, "Old Madam, it’s best you go upstairs and see Mr. Mo’s condition for yourself. After seeing it, you will know that my words are not false."

With the prescription from Si Mingjing, Song Pianlan had immense confidence. She was now convinced that Mo Yinhe was critically ill, which was why she acted so boldly and decisively.

"Hmph!" Lady Ye did not believe it.

She went upstairs with a stern face.

Old Master Ye did not go upstairs, remaining in the living room to entertain Minister Xu.

Ye Shen supported Lady Ye as they went upstairs.

In the bedroom, Mo Yinhe had taken his medicine. Just like the previous two nights, a high fever set in, accompanied by continuous night sweats, and his body quivered from the cold.

However, just as his symptoms flared up, Si Mingjing, the chibi adorable dragon trapped in the Force Field Protective Shield, began transferring energy to Mo Yinhe. Consequently, Mo Yinhe barely suffered before his body started to warm up.

As Si Mingjing was contemplating an escape, Lady Ye’s knocking interrupted his thoughts.

"Yinhe? Grandma is coming in, okay?"

Mo Yinhe was under the medicine’s influence. Despite receiving Si Mingjing’s energy transfer, he hadn’t fully regained consciousness, so he didn’t respond to Lady Ye.

Concerned, Lady Ye pushed the door open directly. The chibi adorable dragon Si Mingjing immediately burrowed under the covers.

After Lady Ye turned on the light and saw the Force Field Protective Shield, she frowned. "What’s this? How do you turn it off?"

Ye Shen, quick to fabricate a story, said effortlessly, "Oh, Big Brother always sleeps with caution, afraid that someone might harm him in his sleep. That’s why he activates the Force Field Protective Shield every night before bed. I’ll hack into his defense system and shut it down shortly."

In 2050, mobile phones had shrunk to the size of a ring, worn on the finger. Touching the ring and unlocking it with a fingerprint turned the palm into a virtual phone screen, making it extremely convenient to use. Only people of Lady Ye’s generation still preferred smartphones that could fit into a pocket, known colloquially as the new generation of senior phones.

Ye Shen’s right hand tapped and swiped on the virtual screen in his left palm.

He quickly hacked into Mo Yinhe’s ring phone, cracked the Force Field Protective Shield’s defense system, and turned the shield off.

Once the Force Field Protective Shield was down, Lady Ye walked to the bedside. She observed that her grandson, though unconscious with a furrowed brow, had a healthy complexion. He didn’t appear critically ill or on the brink of death, and she began to relax.

Ye Shen snorted. "Grandma, do you believe it now? Big Brother is just fine. Miss Si’s prescription is very effective. On the other hand, that Song Pianlan—who knows what she’s plotting? She loves to stir up trouble so much. If any man were to marry such a woman, wouldn’t she just disrupt the entire household?"

Lady Ye then understood that Song Pianlan was someone who liked to cause trouble. She nodded in agreement. "Let’s go out, so as not to disturb your brother’s rest."

Lady Ye’s heart felt lighter, and her step was noticeably firmer.

As soon as the bedroom door closed again, Si Mingjing, like a bird fleeing its cage, immediately crawled out from under the covers and scurried away.

Downstairs, Song Pianlan was anxiously pacing in the living room. When she saw Lady Ye descending the stairs unhurriedly, she seemed to feel her climactic moment had arrived. "Old Madam, do you believe my words now?"

Lady Ye didn’t even glance at Song Pianlan. She walked over to Old Master Ye’s side and said with relief, "It’s alright, he’s just sleeping."

Old Master Ye heaved a sigh of relief.

Song Pianlan, however, looked somewhat disconcerted. "That’s impossible! Old Madam, could you have seen it wrong?"

Lady Ye immediately questioned her sharply, "Miss Song, what do you mean by that? Are you suggesting that I, an old woman, would conspire to harm my own grandson? Or would you only be satisfied if my grandson were critically ill, giving you a chance to display your skills?"

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