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ng International for strict vocal training or attend promotional events and shoot posters for 'Princess Qinglian', a whole series of tasks.She was extremely busy.Ye Feimo had strong opinions about her...The Substitute Wife of the CEO - Completed Chapter 719

Moyao was feeling tired and didn't have any desire to move. He lay down on his bed but couldn't fall asleep. Knowing that Moxiao Bai would be busy, he was afraid that the little rascal wouldn’t be able to do anything with his hands wrapped up like a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling). If there was anything for him to do, Moyao wanted to help out as well. In their home, it was usually women who handled the kitchen duties; Ye Wei and Eleven didn't enjoy doing housework, but since they couldn't have others come into their home, someone had to take care of things. Therefore, when they were at home, it would be them handling chores, with Moxue occasionally helping out. Moyuan was just a man who ate without doing anything else. When they weren’t around, all the household chores were done by Mochen alone; he worked tirelessly and could rival Ye Ningyuan's dedication in the past, which led to Moyao and Moxiao Bai developing the idea of staying away from the kitchen—hardly ever stepping into it, even less than Wushuang.

Only when neither Mochen nor Wushuang was at home, and their parents weren't around either, would they勉強地煮麪。

Moyao looked around this room—it was his first time in Moxiao Bai's Washington residence. He had visited Washington many times before but usually stayed in hotels; he wouldn’t contact Moxiao Bai unless it was necessary, even though he really wanted to see him. Moyao knew that Moxiao Bai wasn't particularly keen on seeing him either. The layout of this room was similar to his bedroom at home, predominantly dark blue. He slept lightly, and the curtains were at least five layers thick to block out light completely.

The entire bed was in deep shades of blue, designed with a waterbed-like feel; Moyao found it relatively comfortable and didn't find it uncomfortable. There were four photo frames on the bedside table: one was a family portrait with all the members of the Mo Family, another was a group picture of them siblings, one was his alone, and another was a trio shot featuring the three brothers. This photograph was taken when he was eighteen; back then, Xiaobai's face still retained some childishness, yet he smiled brightly—this smile remained unchanged to this day, heartless but infectious, making even his chest feel less painful.

This was his room...

Moyao tiredly closed his eyes. His nose filled with the scent of Xiaobai, and all around him were colors he loved. He felt agitated but slowly calmed down, pressing his lips together to endure it, not daring to expect too much or wanting to cause any trouble for him.

Moxiao Bai drove nearby to a supermarket to buy some fresh fruits and vegetables; after walking so long, there was nothing fresh in the fridge. His eldest brother needed good food due to his weak state. Although he disliked kitchen work himself, he knew everything about how to replenish nutrients and what the eldest liked to eat. To avoid being recognized as an international celebrity, he had to change his appearance before going out.

He bought a whole cart of food—since Moxiao Bai couldn't handle things easily with his hands, he asked someone else to put everything in the car for him. As soon as he got into the car, Ji Bing called him, "Xiaobai, what have you been up to lately You haven’t contacted me these past few days."

Moxiao Bai felt a bit guilty, "Ji Bing, I'm sorry. My brother was injured and I need to take care of her. Take good care of yourself in the meantime; when my brother's condition improves, I'll come see you."

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

"Very serious, almost killed him," Moxiao Bai didn't conceal anything. "That day when you called me, I was in the hospital and my tone wasn’t very good; don't blame me, okay"

"What are you talking about How could I blame you, Xiaobai You should have told me; if I had known, I wouldn't have bothered you."

“Your Bali Island trip said there was an emergency. Is it related to your brother” Ji Bing asked.

"Right!"

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

"Don't blame yourself. It's all me, not your fault. Anyway, take good care of yourself these days; I might be busy and won’t have time for you. If anything urgent happens, do you know how to contact Pike"

"Okay, I'll listen," Ji Bing said. "Your brother must be safe, otherwise I’ll feel guilty to death."

"Fool."

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

These days were his holiday anyway, so he could properly take care of the leader without any distractions. After all, the leader was injured here; he must ensure that the leader is full of energy before leaving.

Mou Yao heard the door opening from upstairs and knew that Mou Xiaobai had returned. Since Mou Yao's body was weak, he didn't bother with him much. Mou Xiaobai first made porridge and then went up to the second floor to change into casual clothes.

Actually, he was very tired too.

In Bali, his heart was restless, and upon returning, he had been taking care of the leader non-stop without much sleep. With the leader in the hospital and no Black Hand Party brothers available for care, Mou Yao naturally took over; these days hadn't gone well with rest.

After going upstairs, the leader was sound asleep. Mou Xiaobai quietly opened the wardrobe, pulled out a set of casual clothes, and changed them right in front of Mou Yao without avoiding him. This place was his home after all; he was accustomed to doing as he pleased. Who would hide when changing clothes at their own house Mou Yao gnashed his teeth in frustration—indeed, a little rascal.

He sighed and decided not to make an issue of it since he knew about Mou Xiaobai's nature. He might as well close his eyes and pretend to sleep so that he pretends not to know anything.

Mou Xiaobai thought Mou Yao was asleep, but in fact, Mou Yao wasn't sleeping; the pain in his chest was severe, making it hard for him to fall asleep. As Mou Xiaobai undressed, the sound reached Mou Yao's ears. Mou Yao forced himself to keep his eyes closed, yet couldn’t help opening them.

Moxiao Bai had his back towards him, and all the burdens seemed to fall off his body. He was本來就 well-built; under the faint sunlight, his bronze skin nearly blended into the light. There were two scars on his back, old wounds that did not detract from his good looks in any way. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, forming an inverted triangle silhouette that made one's breath heavy. Although all men had similar physiques, every time he looked at him, he felt... extremely restless.

When this restlessness began was unclear, but it seemed to be during their teenage years when they trained and bathed together. He started feeling something for Moxiao Bai back then. At that time, Moxiao Bai was skinny and small, yet he found him very beautiful. Every time he saw him without a shirt on, his mouth would go dry. The most absurd incident happened during one of their shared baths when he developed an unexpected reaction towards Moxiao Bai; frightened by it, he quickly dressed up and ran around the island several times to dispel the surge within...

Moyao was quite embarrassed about having such a reaction towards his younger brother, wishing that he could give himself two slaps for feeling this way toward his own flesh-and-blood sibling.

He always felt happy when they were together, but Moxiao Bai had been afraid of him since childhood and got along well with Mo Chen instead. So, Moyao often played the role of an obstructionist between them as if in a cruel game where he was deliberately breaking up a couple. Yet, as he grew older, he found it more and more irksome to see Moxiao Bai and Mo Chen together, unable to understand why despite his good treatment towards Moxiao Bai, their relationship remained distant.

It wasn't until he developed that reaction toward Moxiao Bai did he start to vaguely comprehend what was happening. Later on, with Moyue's guidance, everything became clear to him. He knew he couldn't escape it and thus didn't force himself, letting things progress naturally.

He knew how much Moxiao Bai despised his feelings for him, but what could he do It was just that he had set his sights on Moxiao Bai.

But this little rascal took it in stride and accepted his feelings without offering any reciprocation. He acted as though nothing out of the ordinary happened between them, treating Moyao no differently than Mo Chen, who was simply seen as a big brother. Therefore, he didn't avoid him when dressing or sleeping.

Moyao sometimes couldn't fathom whether Moxiao Bai truly lacked understanding to this extent or if it was something deliberate, meant to make him feel that in Moxiao Bai's eyes there was no difference between Moyao and Mo Chen—they were both just older brothers.

He didn't understand and no longer wanted to try to understand.

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

Moxiao Bai changed clothes and saw that Moyao was sound asleep. He went downstairs. Moyao sighed as he held the injured spot on his chest, feeling extremely upset; physical wounds could never compare to emotional pain.

That's not much of an issue.

Moxiao Bai cooked porridge and prepared a soup with ribs and winter melon, adding some corn that would simmer until nightfall for finer flavor. He planned to get by on this for lunch. As he was busy in the kitchen, Wushuang called him.

"How is the boss"

Mosaike laughed and said, "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." Wu Shuang spat out a sound, saying, "It's your responsibility to take care of him. You were supposed to return to Washington immediately, but you delayed by one day. Are you trying to find trouble If something happens to the boss, your little treasure won't survive either."

"Sis, my dear sister, my great sister! I'm sorry!" Mosaike surrendered. "By the way, since I've been busy taking care of the boss, how is your investigation going Who injured the boss"

Wu Shuang coughed and said, "I haven't found out yet." Suddenly her voice hardened, "Once I find out who it was, they will regret ever crossing us."

"If you can’t find out, I'll make sure to catch him. Anyone daring to hurt our boss deserves death."

"You came neither too early nor too late, but just when something happened. In my opinion, it's your fault for causing the boss' injury. You should take responsibility yourself and don't blame others." Wu Shuang said, "I need to hang up now. The boss is not handling any business today, so I have a lot of work with Mocen. Can you help us out"

"I'm taking care of the boss."

"You're only taking care of him at home and nowhere else. You must be doing this on purpose!"

"Alright, I didn't slack off, I've been making porridge for the boss. Talk to you later." Mosaike said.

Wu Shuang asked, "Why haven't you made porridge for me"

"You never got injured in front of me."

"Get lost!" Wu Shuang laughed and hung up the phone. She was very satisfied with this outcome.

Mosaike finished making the porridge, ate a little bit herself to calm her stomach first, then took it upstairs for the boss. Mo Yao was really sleeping this time, and Mosaike didn't want to wake him up; however, he hadn't eaten anything all day and must have been hungry.

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