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

Chapter 467 She won the bet, and she accepted the consequences.

After tidying up their campsite, Ning Yao took the children to move wood and made a simple fence.

Tents, fences, and a small fire pit made of piled stones, which can be used for campfires or barbecues; cars and bodyguards; plus, Wen Tingye brought a lot of food, both raw and cooked...

Looking at everything before her, Ning Yao suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu, as if she were sitting on the ground as a king.

She is, of course, the 'king,' and Wen Tingye is at most her proud little 'queen.'

Such a thought flashed through Ning Yao's mind, and she instantly smiled, but quickly suppressed it.

If Wen Tingye finds out, who knows what kind of revenge he might take against her.

Squatting beside the stone pile, Ning Yao taught Wen Aixiu and Wen Baoying how to start a fire in the wild.

These are basic survival skills for the wild. In a real emergency, they can save lives not only for the two little ones, but also for her other children. They all need to learn these skills.

Perhaps it's due to their parents' good genes, but both the older and younger children are extremely talented at learning new skills.

Ning Chen and Ning Moran had already mastered the skill of starting a fire, but they were just playing along. Ning Duoduo, Ai Xiubao, and the other two were learning for the first time, and each of them was very serious.

Wen Aixiu had some black ash on his nose and several spots on his cheeks, making him look like a little tabby cat.

Ning Yao smiled at him, and after the children got up, she took out a damp handkerchief and gently wiped their hands one by one.

"What do you want to eat? I'll grill it for you later." Wen Tingye stood not far away, also wearing the cloak that Ning Yao had made by hand, but without a veil.

Why is a grown man wearing a veil? It looks so effeminate.

Wen Tingye is still very traditional at heart. Although he doesn't mind others dressing like this, he himself would not easily try it.

He's the type who, as long as he's not forced to do it, is free to do it himself, and he won't see any problem with it.

He Yu put on a veil because of a remark from Cui Mengmeng, becoming the only man in the entire room to wear a veil.

He had a refined appearance, so there was nothing out of place about him. After he put on the veil, Cui Mengmeng kept taking pictures of He Yu with her phone, and He Yu cooperated by always having a smile on his face.

Ning Yao watched He Yu and Cui Mengmeng interact, and a mischievous thought suddenly occurred to her.

If He Yu can pull it off, Wen Tingye definitely can too, and he should look even better than He Yu.

I wonder what the effect will be if his face is covered by a veil?

Ning Yao tried to create a model in her mind, but she couldn't picture it no matter what, so her heart began to itch more and more.

She really wanted to see Wen Tingye wear a veil!

The young woman glanced at the bodyguards behind her who looked like background figures, then her gaze fell on the several pistols holstered in leather cases.

The bodyguards were caught off guard when a woman approached them. She was quick and agile, and in the blink of an eye, she took their guns.

By the time the bodyguard realized what was happening, the gun was already in Ning Yao's hand.

Her slender, fair fingers held two pistols, one in each hand.

Ning Yao used her index finger to pick up the trigger frame, a slight smile playing on her lips, and began to turn it leisurely.

"Dare to have a contest with me?" Ning Yao asked, toying with her pistol as she walked up to Wen Tingye, her tone somewhat playful.

She was going to set a trap for Wen Tingye. As long as she won one round, she didn't believe that Wen Tingye would openly cheat in front of so many people.

"What are we comparing?" Wen Tingye looked up at Ning Yao in front of him, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment before gradually moving down to sweep over her fair, slender waist.

This woman's waist has to be exposed.

"Let's assemble the guns and see who's faster. The loser has to grant the winner one request, how about it?"

"Oh? Any request is acceptable, with no bottom line?" Wen Tingye raised an eyebrow, his mind racing as he calculated, the abacus beads clicking away.

He had never lost at assembling guns, so Ning Yao insisted on giving him a request.

He has no reason to refuse something that's offered to him.

"Yes, it's the same for both sides. If you lose, you can't deny it." Ning Yao emphasized the last sentence.

"I, Wen Tingye, have never been a cheater before." Wen Tingye chuckled, clearly not taking Ning Yao's challenge seriously.

After he finished speaking, he personally moved a table over and adjusted the height of the table corners to make it more convenient for Ning Yao.

"Achen, you'll be our referee," Ning Yao beckoned to her son.

"Ah Chen will be our referee, you don't have any objections, right?" Ning Yao specifically asked Wen Tingye to ensure fairness.

After all, it's a match between the two of them, and Wen Tingye also has the right to choose the referee.

"No objection, you decide." Wen Tingye stood next to Ning Yao, raised his hand to adjust the table for her, and after confirming that her height was not a problem, he walked to the opposite side and glanced down at the young woman in front of him.

Ning Chen stood on the other side of the table, with his parents on either side, and said in a low voice, "Are you ready? Let's begin."

At the command, Ning Yao and Wen Tingye reached out and grabbed their guns almost simultaneously.

First disassemble the gun, then reassemble it; whoever is faster wins.

Ning Yao and Wen Tingye's speeds appeared to be similar, making it almost impossible to distinguish them with the naked eye.

Wen Aixiu watched with great interest; he had never handled a real gun or live ammunition before.

He secretly hoped his mom would win, since his dad always acted so arrogantly, and someone had to put him down.

But the further they went, the faster Wen Tingye moved, as if he had deliberately slowed down to wait for Ning Yao.

Even so, Ning Yao was faster than many of the bodyguards present, only because the opponent she encountered was too strong.

Anyone who encounters someone like Wen Tingye would feel their scalp tingle, and wouldn't even have the courage to challenge him to a duel.

Thinking about it this way, the bodyguards next to her began to look at Ning Yao with new respect, thinking that she was very brave and capable, and not just a pretty but useless vase decoration.

The pistol parts on the table are dwindling, indicating that the match is nearing its end.

All the onlookers became tense for Ning Yao, but she herself showed no reaction and remained very calm.

The young woman even had a faint smile on her lips, as if she was confident of winning the competition.

With the last few parts nearly assembled, Wen Tingye was about to finish when Ning Yao calmly spoke up, "Wen Tingye..."

Wen Tingye didn't expect Ning Yao to speak to him and call his name at this moment.

He raised an eyebrow, glancing casually at the woman across the table, and let out a low "hmm" from his throat, the last syllable rising in a particularly sexy tone.

The woman's voice was usually cool and aloof, but now it carried a tender and affectionate quality.

If you listen carefully, you can hear a hint of shyness.

Ning Yao was stunned for a second and a half because of Wen Tingye's response, her shoulders tense up.

The woman quickly regained her composure, instantly finding her footing, her tone calm, firm, and gentle.

Ning Yao's cherry-red lips parted slightly as she uttered these words, her voice seemingly carrying a faint fragrance. Before you knew it, your soul was captivated; she was truly bewitching.

--I like you.

After hearing Ning Yao's words clearly, Wen Tingye was as if struck by lightning. His pupils suddenly shrank, faintly flashing with light. His hand movements naturally stopped along with his brain, and his heart skipped several beats.

In the brief moment that Wen Tingye was distracted, Ning Yao's slender and nimble fingers quickly assembled the gun in her hand, and then she gently slammed the pistol onto the table with her palm, making a muffled thud.

"I won." The woman's cool voice suddenly rang in Wen Tingye's ears, with a hint of a smile.

"Wen Tingye, don't forget what you said..."

"Willing to gamble, accept the consequences, and lose."