aughed even more enigmatically."Alright, I'll have my assistant deliver it," Han Bi said softly.The ever charismatic Han Bi was suddenly enveloped by a melancholy atmosphere at that moment. Her gaze w...Chapter 594

Moyao felt weary and had no desire to move. Lying down, he couldn’t fall asleep either. He knew that Moxiaobai was busy; the little rascal’s hand was wrapped up like a zongzi (Chinese rice dumpling), probably unable to do anything at all. If they were going to be busy, he might as well help out. In their household, it was always women who handled kitchen duties. Ye Wei and Eleven didn’t particularly enjoy cooking, but since there were inconveniences with inviting others over, someone had to handle the chores. So when they were home, it would either be them or Mo Yue doing the work; Mo Jue was a man who only ate without contributing. When none of them were at home, all household duties fell onto Mo Chen alone. He could endure hardships and toil to an extent that rivaled Ye Ningyuan in the past. This led to their eldest brother and Moxiaobai developing the idea of gentlemen keeping away from kitchen work, rarely entering it. They entered even less than Wushuang did.

Unless both Mo Chen and Wushuang weren’t at home, along with their parents not being around either, they would勉強煮麪 (force themselves to cook noodles).

Moyao looked around the room; this was his first time coming to Moxiaobai’s Washington residence. He had been to Washington many times before and usually stayed in hotels. There wasn’t a need for him to contact Moxiaobai unless absolutely necessary, even if he wanted to see him very much. He clearly understood that Moxiaobai didn’t particularly want to see him. The layout of this room was similar to his bedroom back at the Mo residence, dominated by deep blue colors. Since he had light sleep, there were at least five layers to the curtains, completely blocking out any light.

The entire room was in deep blues, designed with a waterbed-like feel. Moyao found it somewhat habitable and didn’t find it uncomfortable. On his bedside table were four photo frames: one family portrait that had all members of the Mo family; another frame with a group photo of them brothers and sisters; one featuring him alone; and one of their three brothers together. This picture was taken when he was eighteen years old, back then Xiaobai still hadn’t lost his youthful innocence, smiling brightly. His smile was like it was now—heartless and carefree—but looking at it made one feel exceptionally joyful, even feeling less pain in the chest.

This was his room…

Moyao closed his eyes wearily; all he could smell was him, and everything he saw was a color he loved. His heart fluttered but then slowly calmed down, biting his lip to endure it. There were many things he dared not hope for, not wanting to cause him any trouble.

Moxiaobai drove to the nearby supermarket to buy some fresh fruits and vegetables. He had walked for a long time; there was nothing new in the fridge. Their eldest brother was weak and needed good food. Although Moxiaobai didn’t like kitchen work, he knew everything—how to supplement properly and what their eldest enjoyed eating. To avoid being recognized, he changed his appearance before stepping out as an international star to go shopping alone.

He bought a cart full of food; since Moxiaobai’s hands were inconvenient, someone had to put it into the car for him. The moment he got in the car, Ji Bing called, "Xiaobai, what have you been up to recently You’ve ignored me for two days straight."

Moxiaobai felt a bit guilty, "Ji Bing, I’m sorry. My brother was hurt, so I need to take care of her. Take good care of yourself during this period; once my brother’s body recovers somewhat, I’ll visit you."

"What kind of injury Is it serious" Ji Bing asked worriedly.

"It’s very serious; he nearly died," Moxiaobai didn’t hide anything. "That day when you called, I was at the hospital and my tone wasn’t good. Don’t blame me, okay"

"What are you talking about How could I blame you Xiaobai, you should have told me; if I knew, I wouldn’t have bothered you," Ji Bing said. "You mentioned something urgent on Bali Island—is it about your brother

"Right!"

"I'm sorry, it must be because I dragged you back late that my brother got into trouble." Ji Bing said unhappily. "Xiaobai, I'm sorry."

"Don't blame yourself. It's my fault, not yours. Anyway, take good care of yourself these days. I might be busy and won't have time for you. If there's an emergency, will it be okay if you contact Pike"

"Yes, I'll follow your advice." Ji Bing said. "Your brother must come back safe or else I'll blame myself to death."

"Foolish."

Mos Xiaobai hung up the phone and drove back to the villa.

It was during his holiday these days, so he had nothing much to do. He could take good care of his senior brother properly no matter what. After all, it was here that his senior brother got injured, so he had to make sure that his senior brother came back in full vigor.

Mos Yao heard the sound of the door opening and knew that Mos Xiaobai had returned. His body was weak, so he didn't mind him much. Mos Xiaobai cooked porridge first before heading upstairs to change into casual clothes.

In fact, he himself was also very tired.

He was restless while in Bali and had been taking care of his senior brother since returning home; almost not sleeping at all. His senior brother was in the hospital, and as the Black Hand Party's brothers weren't allowed to take care of him, Mos Yao naturally took on this responsibility. He hadn’t rested well for a few days.

After going upstairs, his senior brother was fast asleep. Mos Xiaobai quietly opened the wardrobe and took out a set of casual clothes; he didn't avoid Mos Yao as he changed in front of the wardrobe. This place had always been his home, so he did whatever he pleased habitually. Who would hide or be shy when changing clothes at their own home He hadn’t even thought about it. Mos Yao gritted his teeth angrily; indeed a little rascal, truly a little rascal.

He let out a sigh and decided not to make an issue of it. Since he knew the kind of person he was, there was no need for him to be angry. He might as well just pretend to sleep with his eyes closed and act like he didn't know anything.

Mos Xiaobai thought Mos Yao had fallen asleep; how could he have known that Mos Yao wasn’t actually sleeping His chest hurt terribly, making it difficult for him to fall asleep. The sound of him unbuttoning his clothes was transmitted over. Mos Yao forced himself to keep his eyes closed but couldn't help opening them.

Moxiao Bai had his back to him, with all the burdens on his body loosened. He already had a good physique; under the faint sunlight, his copper-colored skin seemed to sink into the light. There were two scars on his back, old wounds that did nothing to diminish his beauty. His broad shoulders and narrow waist formed an inverted triangle that made one's breath heavy. Although he was clearly a man with a similar build to others, every time he looked at him, he felt... very agitated.

This sense of agitation seemed to have started during their youth when they trained together, played together, and bathed together. He had always had feelings for Moxiao Bai back then; even though Moxiao Bai was skinny and small, he found him beautiful. Every time he saw his bare upper body, it left him parched with thirst. The most absurd incident occurred during a joint bathing session when he reacted to Moxiao Bai, scaring himself into running several laps around the island to burn off that surge of heat...

Back then, having such a reaction towards his younger brother made Mo Yao very embarrassed; he wished he could slap himself for feeling this way about his blood-related sibling.

He always enjoyed spending time with Moxiao Bai, but from a young age, Moxiao Bai had been afraid of him and closer to Mo Chen. Therefore, Mo Yao often acted cruelly towards them, indulging in the pleasure of breaking up those who belonged together. However, as he grew older, he increasingly felt that it was extremely annoying for Mo Chen and Moxiao Bai to be together. He could not understand why despite his kindness towards Moxiao Bai, their relationship did not seem closer.

It wasn't until he had a reaction to Moxiao Bai that he vaguely understood something; later, after Mo Ye's hints, he fully comprehended the situation and realized he couldn’t avoid it. As such, he didn't force himself but went with the flow.

He knew how much Moxiao Bai despised his feelings for him, yet what could he do He just found himself drawn to Moxiao Bai.

The little rascal accepted this emotion without giving any response and pretended not to know anything about it. He treated Mo Yao the same as Mo Chen, regarding him as an older brother, so there was nothing taboo between them. For instance, changing clothes or sleeping did not cause Moxiao Bai to avoid him.

Mo Yao sometimes couldn't figure out if Moxiao Bai genuinely lacked awareness of this or if he deliberately acted that way, pretending Mo Yao and Mo Chen were the same in his eyes—both older brothers.

He didn’t understand it, nor did he want to anymore.

Unable to guess his thoughts, he decided not to speculate further and followed his heart instead.

Moxiao Bai changed clothes when Mo Yao was deeply asleep. He then went downstairs; Mo Yao sighed and held his injured chest, feeling extremely aggrieved as physical pain could never match emotional wounds.

It’s nothing important.

In the kitchen, Moxiao Bai cooked porridge and prepared a winter melon soup with pork ribs and corn. He planned to simmer it until evening for more flavor; he would manage with quick meals in between. While busy cooking, he received Wushuang's call.

"How is the boss"

"He doesn't want to stay in the hospital, so I brought him back home. Don't worry, I'll take care of him. He'll be fine. If you're still worried, come over yourself." Mu Baixue said with a smile. Wu Shuang spat and said, "It's your responsibility to take care of him! You were supposed to head straight for Washington, but you delayed it by one day—were you trying to get yourself killed If anything happens to the boss, don't expect your little egg to survive!"

"Sis, my dear sister, my great and magnificent sister! I'm sorry, okay" Mu Baixue surrendered. "Oh, right, since I've been busy looking after the boss, how's your investigation going Who hurt him"

Wu Shuang coughed. "We haven't found out yet." Then her voice hardened abruptly. "If we find out who did it, they won’t be able to escape punishment."

"If I can't find out, I’ll definitely not let him off the hook. Who dares to hurt our boss must have no intention of living!"

"You didn't come earlier or later; you came just then! In my opinion, it's your fault. If not for you, the boss wouldn’t have been injured. Take responsibility yourself and don’t blame others." Wu Shuang said. "I'm hanging up now. Since the boss isn't in charge, we're swamped with work, so can you at least lend a hand"

"But I need to look after the boss."

"You've been looking after him from home all this time and haven’t gone anywhere—were you planning it that way"

"I know, but I’m not slacking off. I'm cooking porridge for the boss now. Talk to you later." Mu Baixue said. Wu Shuang asked, "Why didn't you cook porridge for me before"

"You weren't injured in front of me."

"Go away!" With that, Wu Shuang hung up the call. She was extremely satisfied with this outcome; it was perfect.

Mu Baixue finished cooking porridge and had a little herself to stave off hunger before she brought it upstairs for the boss. Mo Yao really fell asleep this time, and Mu Baixue felt reluctant to wake him up. But he hadn't eaten anything all day; he must have been hungry.

"Boss, the porridge is ready…" going to be the future Aunt Two's love interest."The Third Young Master Ye raised his eyebrows and looked at Cheng Anya with a smile. She was really cunning."Really" Kelan got excited and jumped off...