Chapter 1042: Chapter 1042: Whatever She Says Goes? Find the newest release on NovєlFіre.net He Chen’s sharp tongue meets Xi Luo’s cunning, and the two are a match for each other. He glances at her from the corner of his eye, his tone flippant and teasing, “Is your menopause kicking in?” Oh, he’s calling her old. Xi Luo brushes her hair nonchalantly, “Mocking me won’t do you any good, I’m not the one making times tough for the Yin Family. But, let me kindly remind you, you know how attractive Yin Mo’s face is, right? Earlier in the inpatient department, I saw at least three men approach her on their own. One of them seemed to be the young master of the Quan Family, one of the South Sea Five Giants. Such is the allure of a beauty; she never lacks attention anywhere she goes.” He Chen takes out another cigarette, smirking faintly, “I’ve heard… you’re planning to venture into the military industrial market in Imperial Capital?” Xi Luo crosses her legs, meeting He Chen’s long eyes, “Are you trying to cause trouble for me again?” “I don’t have time, Zong Lao San has retired, he’s more suitable than I am.” Xi Luo chuckles and stands to leave the rear garden. After Xi Luo leaves, He Chen looks at the flickering cigarette butt in his hand and after a while, pulls out his phone and dials a number: “What’s going on with the Yin Family?” Not knowing what his subordinate says, He Chen’s eyes darken, and the warmth in his gaze drops steadily, “Are my words falling on deaf ears?” The subordinate, trembling, says they don’t dare, and indicates that Miss Yin is too stubborn to accept their help. He Chen sneers, flicking the cigarette butt onto the ground, “What she says goes? Whose man are you?” The subordinate is silent, both wronged and aggrieved. Brother Chen, don’t you know how difficult Miss Yin is? At this point, He Chen slowly stands up, his handsome face ominously gloomy, “I’m saying for the last time, while I’m not in the South Sea, keep a close watch on the Yin Family.” Night falls, and He Chen returns to West City Casino from the hospital. His silly brother He Ao is eating a boxed meal in the office, and when he suddenly sees He Chen’s figure, he excitedly shouts while slurping noodles, “Big brother, when did you… Achoo.” He Chen shoots him a cold look, walks over to the boss’s stand, and sits down, his long legs casually crossing at the corner of the table, “Is everything normal at the casino recently?” “Normal,” He Ao swallows his mouthful of noodles, looking proud, “Don’t worry, brother, with me here, no one dares to make trouble.” He Chen leans back in the boss’s chair, an inexplicable emotion crosses his handsome brow, “I’m leaving the day after tomorrow, won’t be back for six months. If there’s any trouble, find Shang Shaoyan.” “Got it.” He Ao looks at the snail noodles in his hand and frowns, “By the time you return it’ll be almost end of year…” He Chen glances at the window, silence for a few seconds, “Take your bowl and scram, it stinks.” He Ao sheepishly grabs his lunch box and runs out to continue slurping noodles, a classic case of carefree. Meanwhile, Yin Mo is still in the hospital ward, not having left. Li Qiao, who had just finished labor in the morning and after nearly ten hours of rest, has regained a bit of strength. Xia Siyu is also still there, squatting beside the baby stroller, grinning like an auntie, “Qiaoqiao, how about letting me be his godmother?” Li Qiao pokes at the phone screen, casually, “Ask him.” Xia Siyu foolishly turns to ask the little baby, “Little darling, would you like me as your godmother?” Xia Siyu doesn’t even realize the oddity of what she just said. She likes the little baby so much, likes him so much, she wants to steal him away to raise. After a while, Yin Mo glances at the time, “When are Lao Si and the others arriving?” Xia Siyu absent-mindedly murmurs, “He said around nine, Minmin’s pair of twins are reportedly lively, Lao Si had previously complained about not having had a good night’s sleep.” Wu Minmin’s due date was a few months before Li Qiao’s, and it’s currently the time when the babies are being a handful. But upon hearing Li Qiao gave birth, the other siblings decided to come over and see. Because Qi Zai’s child is something to look forward to. A few minutes later, Shang Yu walks into the ward followed by Su Lao Si, Shen Qingye, and Song Liao, who hurried from Myanmar. The Six Sons gather once more, each surrounding the little baby, except for Li Qiao in the hospital bed, repeatedly admiring the baby. In less than ten minutes, the doctor comes in to make rounds, subtly hinting at them to leave. Su Lao Si looks at the other four sons, raising his brows in suggestion, “Let’s go, come back tomorrow?” Shen Qingye and Xia Siyu nod in agreement, and Yin Mo, as usual, goes with the flow and quickly follows the others out of the ward. After everyone leaves, Li Qiao puts down her phone, turns her head to look at Shang Yu, “He Chen has returned to Parma?” “Not yet.” The man picks up a water cup and brings it to her lips, raising his thick eyebrows lightly, “Need something from him?” Li Qiao takes a sip of water, smiles, “I guess… If the matters of the He Family aren’t resolved, he doesn’t plan on being forthright with the second sister, does he?” Shang Yu uses his thumb to wipe away the water on her lips, his gaze deep as he curls his thin lips, “How’d you figure that out?” “Hmm.” Li Qiao leans against the pillow, takes a breath and jokes, “He’s not someone to avoid women, unless encountering a problem or danger, he wouldn’t want to involve second sister.” In the afternoon, He Chen entered the ward, followed later by Yin Lao Er. Even though there were many people, Li Qiao still saw Yin Mo intentionally searching for He Chen in the crowd. The two maintained a neither far nor close distance, but He Chen kept feigning ignorance. Not like his style, unless there’s a reason. Shang Yu eyes the pensively Li Qiao, reaching out to smooth her slightly furrowed brow, “He has his reasons, although it’s troublesome, it’s not unsolvable.” “Is the He Family really tricky?” The man ponders for a few seconds, his voice deep, “Not really, but outsiders can’t interfere.” Li Qiao knowingly nods, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “I think… second sister has the right to know.” Yin Mo may be gentle, but she’s also stubborn. She might not consider He Chen’s difficulties, maybe even get stuck on the thought that He Chen is just playing around. At this point, Shang Yu leans down and pinches Li Qiao’s cheek, his dark eyes slightly narrowing, “Do whatever you want, just get well first, okay?” Li Qiao rubs his hand placed in her palm twice, “I’m hungry…” “What do you want to eat?” Li Qiao instinctively glances at the just vocalizing Xiao Shang Yin, sighing softly, “Cake…” The son is out now, but her habit of loving cake remains unchanged. Did she wrongfully blame the little one? Ten o’clock at night, Lanye Club. The five sons gathered once more, rarely together after finishing a hotpot, they come to the bar intending to indulge a little. Yin Mo usually doesn’t talk much, even when with Xia Siyu and the others, mostly playing the role of listener. She sips her cocktail slowly, her long lashes hanging low, carrying an unknowing allure.