Chapter 602:

y anything inappropriate later," she warned as they entered the house. "If you dare, don't blame me for being rude.""What's considered inappropriate""For example, saying that you're my boyfriend or fi...Chapter 602

Whatever Xiao Bai did was always beautiful, but he would always make Mo Chen check it again to ensure there were no mistakes. Although everything turned out perfectly every time, this had become a habit of theirs because of Xiao Bai's face that made others uneasy. Wu Shuang and Mo Chen both wanted what was best for him, yet...

Mo Yao sighed.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Xiao Bai; it really wasn't about trust. Perhaps long-term habits had led to mutual misunderstandings between them.

Xiao Bai was hardworking and intelligent, but no matter how hardworking or smart he was, in their eyes, he was still a little brother who needed protection from them. They always wanted to take care of him and let him do what he pleased without worries.

It was this pampering that had led to Xiao Bai's carefree attitude now.

Mosai (Xiao Bai) was cooking in the kitchen when he saw Mo Yao pick up his phone, knowing for sure that Mo Yao was about to call Mo Chen to handle the後續事宜，並讓莫晨檢查一下，今天他有冇有留下什麼破綻。

小白愣愣地站在廚房裡，為什麼？為什麼就不能相信我呢？為什麼我就不行呢？

哥，為什麼我就不行呢？

為什麼我做得再漂亮，也得不到你的肯定和讚揚？為什麼你總是不放心我，怕我會壞了你的事？

小白心事重重，他背對著莫遙，在看不見的地方露出了悲傷的表情，彷彿路邊被人遺棄的小狗，眉目間全是委屈。他真的好不甘心，很想衝出去對莫遙說一聲：“老大，我已經辦妥了，真的已經辦妥了，請彆擔心。”

但他剋製住了自己。許久冇有聽到莫遙的聲音，小白回頭，見莫遙若無其事地翻看著雜誌，眼睛一亮，急忙走過去蹲在莫遙身邊，搖著尾巴露出最諂媚的表情，“老大……”

莫遙早已習慣了他這樣的表情，怎麼看都覺得可愛，就像楚楚養的那隻牧羊犬，總是露出這樣無辜的眼神，看起來就像是兩顆紫色的葡萄鑲嵌在他的眼睛裡，美麗又燦爛。

他很想踢他一腳，就像踢楚楚的那條牧羊犬。小白笑靨如花，毫無形象地擺出一副惹人憐愛的表情，他多想歡呼：“老大，這就算肯定我了吧。”

算是吧，算是吧。

莫遙心中有一絲酸澀，這麼傻氣的小白是非常少見的。

"Go cook, do you want to starve me

He spoke in his usual cold and hard tone, but Mo Xiaobai was so delighted that he almost pounced to kiss him. He cheerfully rushed to the kitchen to busy himself with preparations. Mo Yao watched his back as it moved about busily, inwardly resolving that he would trust Xiao Bai completely.

Actually, among those whom he trusted the most, there was also Xiao Bai.

"Xiao Bai, I actually believe in you," Mo Yao felt that he needed to say something. But he knew that Xiao Bai was proud; if he touched on his sore spot, it would make him very unhappy.

He weighed the words carefully but didn’t know how to continue. He had never been good at arguing, and most of the Black Hand Gang's diplomacy were handled by Mo Chen and Mo Xiaobai. It was only now that he realized that being poor with words was a disadvantage.

Mos Xiaobai seemed to understand his boss’s intended meaning. Wearing an apron in the kitchen, he had bright and spirited eyes; those almond-shaped eyes seemed to be filled with starlight.

"Boss, I also believe in you. Even if you pointed a gun at me and shot one bullet into my chest, until my last breath, I would still believe that it was an accidental discharge."

He looked at Mo Xiaobai intently. It felt like there had been some kind of resonance between them; something passionate was surging through his veins. Xiao Bai had said what he thought in the bottom of his heart—indeed, this was trust. Even if you tried to kill me or shot a bullet into my chest, I would still believe that it was only an accidental discharge and not your intention to kill. This kind of trust would even entrust one’s life.

At that moment, in Mo Yao's heart, the image of Xiao Bai seemed to gradually change. He had always believed his younger brother to be soft-spoken; yet now it felt like all those “soft” parts within him had been burned away by熱血and replaced with a hard and resilient core.

Xiao Bai’s spirits lifted as Mo Yao's recognition dispelled the resentment in his heart. He became bright and sunny, this radiance coming from within instead of being put on for show.

However, he did not know that Mo Yao had gained a new understanding of him through this moment.

In the following days, Mo Yao’s wound healed smoothly. He delegated all his duties to Mo Xiaobai, which was the first time he ever gave Xiao Bai such authority; previously, Mo Xiaobai only handled affairs within his own jurisdiction.

Mos Xiaobai dealt with every matter flawlessly, using methods different from Mo Yao’s but achieving similar results. This surprised Mo Yao even more. Thus, he became even surer that the space and autonomy he had given Xiao Bai previously were too limited.

No wonder Xiao Bai was always smiling yet carrying a hint of frustration; no wonder every year at the end-of-year meeting, Xiao Bai would appear somewhat displeased—now it all made sense...

It seemed that their relationship was finally beginning to feel harmonious for the first time.

In the past, either Xiao Bai would avoid him or tease him, rarely discussing the gang’s affairs face-to-face with him. He never expressed his opinions in front of Mo Yao, thinking that if he did and they were contrary to the Boss’s views, he would be shot down immediately by Mo Yao.

Although it was possible for Xiao Bai to prove Mo Yao wrong, what frustrated Xiao Bai was that there should have been an opportunity for him to try; otherwise, how could he know if he had failed without trying He couldn’t accept being told he would fail just by suggesting something different.

Xiao Bai didn't understand why Mo Yao’s attitude had changed, but this change made him happy and willing to accept it.

Mo Yao's wound was gradually healing. Although his arm could not move too much, he could walk around freely, take care of himself in daily life, and no longer needed Xiao Bai’s constant assistance with everything. There were some private matters that Mo Yao had a hard time expressing, unwilling to admit them for fear of embarrassment.

In the evening, Mo Xiaobai had taken an early bath. *** and Ye Feimo were playing games together. Recently, Ye Feimo was enjoying his honeymoon on Bali Island, which made him prolong it since Warm liked that place. Mo Xiaobai felt envious, jealous, and infuriated, wishing he could bring Warm to Washington D.C., but he didn't dare challenge Ye Feimo's temper; the latter had unexpectedly let him off last time, surprising him greatly.

Ye Feimo asked, "How is Boss injured"

Mo Xiaobai said, "Little cousin, you're so heartless. You finally remember to care about my boss. I thought you were too happy during your honeymoon that you forgot Boss was suffering."

"No matter how heartless I am, I'm not as heartless as you. We're not of the same level; I'll concede defeat." Ye Feimo spoke as venomously as ever, and Mo Xiaobai started to whine and joke around. Ye Feimo rolled his eyes in front of the computer. This shameless man really had no face!

"Where's Boss"

Mo Xiaobai replied, "He’s taking a bath." Ye Feimo seriously asked another question, "I remember there's only one room in your place. Where has Boss been sleeping all these days while he was recovering"

"That's obvious! He’s sleeping in the bedroom!"

Ye Feimo continued, "And what about you"

"Of course I'm also sleeping in the bedroom. Do you think my long body can fit on a couch Of course not," Mo Xiaobai replied matter-of-factly. He was never willing to sacrifice himself.

Ye Feimo wiped his face, thinking, "Xiaobai, Xiaobai, what is your heart made of Everyone avoids mentioning certain things, but you automatically overlook them, completely ignoring Boss's feelings."

How ruthless!

He truly felt sorrow for Mo Yao. Xiaobai could sleep beside him without any mental pressure or guilt, which meant that he didn't treat Boss as a lover but rather like an older brother—thus having no qualms about sleeping next to him even if it involved hugging him.

Mention this situation caused heartache for Mo Yao. His most beloved person slept beside him innocently and without any pressure, looking at him with pure and innocent eyes while expressing brotherly love like a little rabbit would do. This scene was both tragic and painful to witness.

How could Boss bear such a situation

Xiaobai wasn't ignorant; he understood the implications of this situation, but he pretended not to know in order to hurt others.

Ye Feimo snorted coldly and suddenly smiled詭異地笑了詭異的笑應譯為“smiled oddly”或直接保留原文，這裡選擇後者以保持原意。“suddenly smiled strangely.” He asked, "Xiaobai, what's it like sleeping with Boss"

"That's obvious! We've slept together before."

Ye Feimo's laughter became increasingly eerie. He said, "After you turned 15, your charm was irresistible to both men and women, right"

"Of course. My charm is unstoppable," Mo Baixue boasted proudly.

Feimo’s scheming nature was evident; he thought that everyone knew how much they pampered and protected Mo Baijie, yet no one had pointed it out to him directly. Feimo believed the time for revenge had come.

He was someone who would make others suffer a hundred days if they made him feel bad for just one minute.

"Isn't Boss handsome"

"Oh, our boss is so good-looking. I bet that in this world of online novels, besides me, he's the most beautiful person. Even Xiao Gege can’t compare to how charming Boss looks," Mo Baixue said truthfully. Mo Chen and Mo Yao were twins but they looked different from each other; Mo Yao was coldly beautiful while Mo Chen was more gentle.

Feimo wanted to吐槽this guy's narcissism, but this was a fine tradition in their Ye family.

"Since Boss is so handsome and deeply loves you without regret, with his nature, figure, physique, and appearance, how could you not react when sleeping in the same bed As a man who wins over everyone, do you deserve such a title if you have no desire whatsoever" Ye Feimo stretched out his voice, filled with disbelief. Mo Baixue was lost in thought for quite some time...

This was the first time Feimo said that Boss deeply loved him without regret.

Boss had indeed been deeply loving toward him. Yes, he knew it too, everyone did; this understanding didn’t need to be spoken out loud, no one would bring it up proactively, and least of all would Ye Feimo. He joked freely but never mentioned this matter.

It was like a sharp thing pricking his heart, making Bai feel momentarily pained.

Bai also felt furious; why did everyone think that because Boss loved him, he had to love Boss back Why must people believe he belonged solely to Boss

This sharp anger seemed to transmit through the phone and into Feimo’s heart.

But Ye Feimo seemed oblivious, his voice reaching its most sinister tone. He said, "Baixue, think about it: Boss has such good skin, fair but healthy like wheat; look at his eyes—they’re big and black, like dark gems with the depth of the sea, just a glance seems to drown someone. Doesn’t this make your heart race Look at his straight nose and beautiful lips—his blood is also in perfect condition, his lip color light red yet attractive, don’t you feel an urge to taste him, not feeling hungry for more Then look at Boss’s neck—it’s long and straight, unbelievably beautiful. And then the collarbone... wouldn’t you think women’s aren't as nice Look at the muscles on his body—don’t they seem very well-muscled, full of rough vitality, making one want to touch him; his physique is inverted triangular, so perfect! Even when relaxed, his muscles aren’t overly rugged; it matches what you like. Look at Boss’s legs—they’re long and straight, almost a single line from the leg bone, standing up as straight and sharp as a spear—there's no one in this world who can match such perfection; even with your charm, don't you think you can't match Boss's body He's like an American puma lurking in tropical rainforests, healthy and elegant, full of allure."

"Baixue, my dear cousin, a man like him loves you so deeply. Don’t you feel your heart racing, wanting to kiss him and make him yours or become his He’s so perfect—physically, in appearance, financially, morally... oh, Boss's moral standards are one thousand times better than yours; such men would be sought after anywhere for their charm. Given how much he loves you, haven’t you thought about pouncing on him and devouring every bit of him"

Mos Baixue felt that Ye Feimo must have gone mad because he didn't hang up the phone at this point. As Feimo spoke in such an enchanting voice, Mo Yao emerged from the bathroom, his eyes widening immediately...

On another side, Wenran watched as Ye Feimo described Mo Yao’s virtues in a dreamlike tone as if wanting to seduce him himself; it gave her goosebumps and made her think that Ye Feimo's smile was truly devilish. hugged her close, "Why were you so ugly when you were little Small eyes, flat nose, meaty just like a pig... And your skin was so yellow it looked like the Loess Plateau. Clearly malnourished! Wait a...