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

Chapter 368 The Faint Moonlight is Enchanting

Under the nightlight, Ning Yao sat on the sofa looking at the freshly released paternity test report.

She and Si Longshen were indeed not related by blood at all, which shows that the so-called sect leader Si Longshen was not her biological father at all.

Ning Yao's eyes were icy cold. Although she was mentally prepared, she still couldn't help but burst into anger when she learned the truth.

"It seems they came for my mother's White Flame Blood Jade."

"The White Flame Blood Jade is indeed a sacred object of the Si Sect." Wen Tingye's words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

"What?" Ning Yao was stunned. She unconsciously looked down at her left wrist, where a white line had appeared.

The White Flame Blood Jade was indeed a sacred object of the Si Clan, but it ended up in the hands of her mother, Luo Xiyun.

"If what Si Longshen said is true, then why are the paternity test results like this?" Ning Yao's voice was very low, as if she were talking to herself, rather than asking Wen Tingye for an answer.

After a moment of silence, Wen Tingye said, "Besides sending me this report, my people also sent me a message."

Ning Yao looked at him, her eyes filled with unease, waiting for Wen Tingye to say something next.

“The Simen has a special prison to hold members who have broken the rules. Over the years, An Qiulu has made an unscheduled trip to the prison to interrogate the same prisoner.”

“She is the wife of the sect leader. What kind of prisoner would require her to interrogate personally? Therefore, I determined that her behavior was abnormal and suspicious.”

Wen Tingye's voice was low and subdued, carrying an unsettling aura.

Ning Yao felt a little breathless. She didn't know what was wrong with her. Her heart was aching and throbbing.

"My guess hasn't been confirmed yet. I'll go explore the dungeon later tonight," Wen Tingye said in a deep and serious voice.

"Take me with you." Ning Yao's shoulders were tense, and she didn't dare to relax at all. She spoke almost without thinking.

She had a vague, bad feeling, a feeling so strong that she couldn't sit down and rest or do anything else.

"You stay here obediently. It's easier for me to come and go by myself." Wen Tingye rejected Ning Yao's suggestion and did not allow her to follow.

“I’m quite skilled. Bringing me along will give you an extra helper, not a burden.” Ning Yao frowned, her tone filled with dissatisfaction.

"When did I say you were a burden?" Wen Tingye chuckled.

"You said it's more convenient for you to be alone, which means it's inconvenient for me to come along. Isn't that just saying I'm a burden?" Ning Yao coldly raised her eyes, seizing on Wen Tingye's words.

"Yaoyao, don't overinterpret my words." Wen Tingye's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness.

The way Yao Yao called out was particularly sweet and seductive. Ning Yao looked at Wen Tingye with a mournful expression, but showed no sign of being charmed.

"Take me with you. I won't be able to rest well if I stay here alone and keep overthinking." Ning Yao rarely acted coquettishly towards Wen Tingye, and she wasn't good at it either.

At this moment, her voice was soft and gentle, like a pink strawberry milkshake, exceptionally sweet and fragrant.

Wen Tingye couldn't stand Ning Yao speaking to him in that voice, especially with the added gesture of her tugging at her clothes.

I really wanted to pounce on her and fondle her roughly to relieve the itch that was surging through my heart.

"Please..." Ning Yao intensified her coquettish tactics once again.

Within three minutes, Wen Tingye had surrendered and agreed to take Ning Yao to the dungeon with him.

After changing into a dark-colored, loose-fitting outfit, Wen Tingye's demeanor became much more composed. He had some newly grown bluish stubble on his chin, which he had neither the time nor the energy to groom, adding a touch of mature vicissitudes that gave him a rather charismatic air.

When Ning Yao tiptoed to kiss Wen Tingye, her cheek was scratched by his stubble, which stung a little.

After changing his own clothes, Wen Tingye handed Ning Yao an almost identical set, silently raising his left eyebrow.

Ning Yao only realized when she saw the clothes that Wen Tingye had planned to take her with him from the beginning, and all the equipment had been prepared.

Ning Yao glanced at Wen Tingye and said, "You had planned to take me with you all along, but you pretended to dislike me. Were you doing it on purpose?"

"You know it, yet you still say it? Doesn't that just make you look even more foolish?" Wen Tingye's lips curled into a handsome smile, his voice filled with laughter.

"Grandpa Wen and Madam Wen are such upright people, how could they have given birth to such a wicked son like you?" Ning Yao scolded irritably and started changing her clothes.

"Genes can only determine part of one's personality. I am who I am today because of my hard work."

Wen Tingye's words had a double meaning; he was referring not only to his own personality but also to his abilities and assets, which had little to do with the Wen family itself.

Ning Yao put on the clothes Wen Tingye had prepared for her. The material was very comfortable; it was Lyocell Tencel velvet, a new type of natural plant fiber in the clothing industry.

"Do you like it? I specially asked a stylist to make it to your measurements." Wen Tingye reached out and gently put his arm around Ning Yao's waist, pulling her closer to him.

He and Ning Yao didn't have many matching outfits yet; the earliest set was secretly ordered for them by the kids.

Ning Yao actually quite likes the minimalist style. The color of pure natural cotton is so close to nature, and it's comfortable to wear.

But Wen Tingye tricked her before giving her the clothes, so naturally she wouldn't praise his good taste, saying he just happened to choose something she liked.

"Let's go quickly." Ning Yao said, stretching her limbs slightly to warm up in advance.

We need to avoid the guards downstairs. We can't go directly out of the room; we have to climb out the window.

"Stay close to me." Wen Tingye was agile and jumped out of the window. His arm muscles were taut and strong, and his ten fingers gripped the edge of the windowsill.

Any normal person climbing out of the window and stepping into such a shallow pit would lose their balance.

But Wen Tingye didn't. He walked as if on flat ground, his face as always, carefree and composed.

Not only that, he also had the energy to free up one hand to protect Ning Yao, who had also climbed out of the window.

The man's arms were tightly wrapped around Ning Yao's sides to prevent her from losing her grip on the windowsill and having an accident.

Ning Yao had climbed out of windows before, but hanging like this on the edge of a cliff was a first for her.

Her body instinctively began to race her heartbeat and her breathing became rapid. Ning Yao kept a straight face and dared not relax for a moment.

"The scenery here is quite nice, would you like to take a look?" Wen Tingye suddenly leaned close to Ning Yao's ear and said in a deep voice.

Ning Yao immediately gave Wen Tingye a cold look.

They are now trying to climb out from this end, bypass the guards' line of sight, and explore the dungeon.

With serious matters to attend to, who's in the mood to enjoy the scenery at a time like this?

The Simen base was established very early and is built on the edge of a cliff. The entire massive architectural system exudes a sense of weight and history spanning hundreds of years.

Ning Yao still wanted to see, but she was unsteady on her feet and had no time to pay attention to the scenery around her.

With only that incredibly thin steel wire tethering two adults, she was truly panicked and had no confidence whatsoever.

The man beside her suddenly pushed off with his feet, lightly leaping behind Ning Yao and encircling her in his arms.

Ning Yao was knocked off her feet by the sudden, powerful impact, her heart clenched, and she felt a sense of weightlessness.

The shock was like an elevator plummeting out of control. Ning Yao's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she let out a short "Ah," her breath coming in short gasps.

"Wen Tingye!"

Ning Yao gritted her teeth and immediately widened her fox-like eyes.

Those beautiful eyes were clean and clear, with a faint moonlight shining through their distinct black and white, captivating all who saw them.