Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 240 Who are you calling a sissy?

In the early morning, sunlight streamed in from outside the island.

Ning Yao slowly woke up. Before going to sleep, she soaked herself in the spiritual spring in her space, and her mental energy had recovered considerably.

Feeling a slight burning sensation in her wrist, Ning Yao composed herself and glanced to the side.

The white flame-red jade mark on his wrist faintly emitted snow-white fragments of light, as dazzling as a diamond.

"So beautiful," Ning Yao thought to herself as she flexed her wrists a few times.

Someone was watching her, and unable to find any trace of the person's identity, Ning Yao worried that it would implicate her child and friends, so she decided not to continue and prepared to return home.

The return trip was arranged by Wen Tingye. The captain and crew had traveled overnight from a nearby island and were estimated to have arrived by now.

Wen Tingye remained by her side, looking as if he had just dozed off after a sleepless night, with a ring of bluish stubble on his chin.

"Awake?" Wen Tingye's eyes were not yet open, but his hoarse, deep voice had already escaped from his throat.

Ning Yao sat on the bed, her complexion had returned to normal, no longer so pale, her skin was fair and rosy, and she looked lovely.

Ignoring the stubble around his chin, Wen Tingye bent down and sucked hard on Ning Yao's lips. The stubble, being newly grown, stung a little when it brushed against her.

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Yao, breathless from the kiss, raised her hand to push Wen Tingye's shoulder away in annoyance...

Assistant He Yu was already waiting anxiously outside the door, constantly checking the time on his watch.

Just as he was hesitating to raise his hand to knock on the door, it was pulled open from the inside, and Wen Tingye was standing in front of him.

"President Wen, it will be too late if we don't leave now," He Yu reminded him.

As he spoke, he glanced up at Wen Tingye, whose skin behind his ear had inexplicably turned red, as if it had been sucked out...

Wen Tingye glanced at him and then walked out quickly. He Yu calmed his mind and stopped thinking wildly, following closely behind.

Ning Yao got up and changed her clothes. She inadvertently noticed the red marks on her neck and angrily started cursing Wen Tingye.

That bastard left a mark on her neck in such a conspicuous place. Doesn't she have any dignity?

However, Ning Yao quickly smiled like a cunning old fox. Everyone has mouths, so why should only Wen Tingye be allowed to plant strawberries?

In a good mood, Ning Yao walked out of the room, intending to call her son and roommates to change ships and return to China.

But as soon as they reached Ning Moran's room, they heard strange sounds of limbs colliding coming from inside, and the tables and chairs moved, making a piercing screeching sound.

It looks like a fight has broken out?

Ning Yao suddenly became very sensitive and hurriedly raised her hand to knock on the door a few times, but no one answered.

Fearing for her son's safety, Ning Yao steeled herself and kicked open the locked door.

Just then, some guests from the villa passed by and saw a slender woman kick open the door with such force that the guest turned pale and took several steps back in fright.

Only after Ning Yao disappeared from sight did she remember to use the walkie-talkie to call the security guard upstairs.

The room was a mess, with tables, chairs, and cabinets scattered haphazardly on the floor. Ning Moran and Ning Chen were both there.

Upon hearing the sound of the door being broken down, the two stopped what they were doing and looked warily towards the doorway, only to see that the person who entered was Ning Yao.

"What are you doing?" Ning Yao could tell that the two boys were obviously fighting. Ning Chen was slightly better off than Ning Moran, as his face wasn't hit much. Ning Moran had a cut on the corner of his mouth, with blood seeping out faintly.

Ning Yao was heartbroken and went over to take her son's hand to check his wounds.

Ning Chen was, after all, Ning Yao's savior. If he hadn't rescued her from the deep sea, she probably would have lost her life long ago. Ning Yao was grateful for his kindness, but she wouldn't let him bully her son just because he had done her a favor.

Ning Yao glanced at Ning Chen with a hint of reproach, only to see that although Ning Chen's face was unharmed, his wrists were bruised.

She sighed and asked helplessly, "Why are you fighting?"

"Mom, it wasn't a fight. We all practice Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), it was just a friendly sparring session between friends," Ning Moran explained with a smile, while glancing at Ning Chen beside her with a slight shift in her eyes, strongly suggesting she was trying to change his story.

"It was indeed a friendly spar, and I won." Ning Chen replied to Ning Yao with a straight face, not forgetting to mention his victory at the end.

"You win? We're about even, aren't we?" Ning Moran sneered, clearly disagreeing with the result reported by Ning Chen.

“A person with a bruised face is a loser.” Ning Chen sneered, showing no sign of weakness.

"In the future, if you can reason with someone, don't resort to violence. The highest level of sparring is to not hurt the other person, but to make them completely convinced." Ning Yao didn't want to get involved in the affairs between the two boys. Before she understood the truth of the matter, she wouldn't take the lead overly on her son's side.

As an elder, one must reason with others when necessary; otherwise, if Ning Moran is led astray, the mother will be held responsible.

"Alright, since you won't say why you fought, and you even got into a fight, apologize to each other, and we'll call it even." Ning Yao said in a cool voice, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two boys.

"Apologize first." Ning Moran frowned, gesturing for Ning Chen to speak first, since he was in the wrong.

I was sleeping soundly in the morning when Ning Chen suddenly barged in, said nothing, and punched me.

Ha, otherwise, would his face have been bruised? Ning Chen's victory would have been unfair!

"It's clearly your fault, why should I apologize first?" Ning Chen was unhappy and refused with a stern face.

It was obvious that Ning Moran wanted to tell Ning Yao his true identity, and he came up to settle the score because he was angry.

"My fault?" Ning Moran's eyebrows were almost furrowed into a mountain shape.

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Ning Yao quickly ended their conversation.

"We can talk about the apology later. Let me treat your injuries first!" Ning Yao said, walking around Ning Moran's room and finding a portable medical kit.

She picked up the medical kit, unzipped it, and took out cotton swabs, disinfectant, and ironing ointment.

Ning Yao looked serious and only glanced at Ning Moran. He then obediently sat down on the edge of the bed and let Ning Yao treat his wounds.

Ning Moran frowned slightly and involuntarily gasped as the wound on her lip was broken by external force and came into contact with disinfectant.

Ning Yao softened her movements and leaned closer, blowing on the wound where she was applying medicine.

The cool sensation from the wound made Ning Moran feel extremely comfortable. He looked up at Ning Yao cautiously, his eyes filled with a gentle light, the kind of affection that only appears when seeing a loved one.

Suddenly I felt that being injured was actually quite good, since my mother personally treated my wounds.

Ning Chen watched from the side, and a bitter feeling welled up in his heart again. He turned his head away, worried that Ning Yao and Ning Moran would notice his emotions.

Ning Yao pinched Ning Moran's chin and carefully treated her son's wound to prevent him from becoming too disfigured.

Boys this age are sensitive about their image, and having a wound so obviously on their face will affect their self-esteem.

Ning Yao added a few drops of spiritual spring water to the medicine. The spiritual spring water has extremely strong repairing ability, which can quickly promote wound healing and restore the wound to its original state.

After dealing with Ning Moran, Ning Yao turned to look at Ning Chen and gently waved to him.

"Come on, it's your turn." Ning Yao's voice was gentle yet firm, a uniquely sweet voice.

"No need, it's just a small injury. Only sissies need medicine!" Ning Chen refused Ning Yao's offer and took the opportunity to mock Ning Moran, feeling quite smug.

"Who are you calling sissy?" Ning Moran stood up, looking exactly like a British Shorthair with its fur standing on end, its frizzy fur quite obvious.

"Whoever applied the medicine is the one we're talking about." Ning Chen said, turning to leave the room, but Ning Yao grabbed his hand.

"Your wrist is bruised. You need to massage it to disperse the bruising. If it doesn't disperse, it will affect your movement."

Ning Chen found Ning Yao's voice irresistible, leaving him in an awkward situation, unsure whether to stay or leave.

Ning Yao realized that Ning Chen really didn't want to apply the medicine, and not wanting to force him, she had no choice but to loosen her grip on his fingers.

Ning Chen turned his head and caught a glimpse of loneliness in Ning Yao's eyes.

Seeing Ning Yao like this, he felt bad too, so he steeled himself, turned around and plopped down on the edge of the bed, awkwardly saying, "If we're brothers, let's be sissies together!"