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ized that neither Moyao nor Bai had any intention of killing White Willow. If she killed White Willow out of anger for her son alone, Moyao might have a different reaction when he found out. Moreover,...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the CEO 738 (Final Chapter)

Moxiao Bai's eyes widened. He was shocked by Moxiao's madness; the familiar man stood before him in an unprecedentedly unrestrained manner, his hands trembling with veins visibly bulging as he struggled to restrain himself, sweat pouring down his forehead, every muscle tensed and ready to explode at any moment. The flames burning in his eyes were nearly incinerating Bai completely. Bai's heart pounded fiercely, fear, shock... and a jolt of something complicated interwove together, the blood flowing through his veins seemed to want to devour everything around him. He couldn't hold eye contact with Moxiao under such gaze.

For the first time, his brother had treated him this way, saying things like "I can take you however I want," without it being disgusting but rather shocking because he realized Moxiao desired him.

This was the first time Bai knew that inside of Moxiao there lived a devil too, one that Moxiao's self-control had always managed to keep in check. Otherwise, he would have been devoured completely, such feelings made him feel inexplicably heartbroken.

Was he wrong

Moxiao Bai asked himself sincerely, was he really wrong He misunderstood his boss but how could what he saw be right; how could someone who had erred still talk so confidently and condemn him with such conviction Was it because he felt guiltless

Moxiao stared into his eyes with fiery intensity, the flames almost burning Bai. Moxiao Bai was at a loss for words, frightened and lost in Moxiao's heated gaze.

How could he respond to his brother

He found that there was nothing he could say. Moxiao’s hand lay flat over his heart, where it beat wildly as if proclaiming its strong vitality. This overwhelming life force made him feel like Moxiao loved him deeply because of how fiercely his heart thumped.

Moxiao's face alternated between red and pale as he said solemnly, "Bai, love isn't a transaction or a game; it's not about what I give you and what you return. From childhood to now, I've tried my best to love you in ways perhaps unacceptable to you, which is why I couldn't win your heart. But that doesn’t mean my love is cheap. Perhaps I know too well how to love someone without anyone teaching me. Once, I felt terrible about myself because everyone praised me as outstanding and perfect, yet I couldn't touch someone's heart. Maybe they all deceived just me For a long time, I doubted myself, was lost, struggled in pain. You never felt this at all, did you Because you don’t love me or care for me. What I do, think, be like, you never cared about. Your heart is devoid of feelings, isn't it I’ve seen countless cruel and selfish people but none as ruthless and self-centered as you. In my life, you are the most self-centered person."

Moxiao Bai paled at Moxiao's accusations, mouth open wanting to refute him. No, that’s not how it is; he didn't do such things. He did everything for others' happiness even if it hurt himself. How could this be called selfish

Moxiao felt they had reached the worst state where any pretense was broken. He decided to let everything out since there was nothing left to salvage.

"Do you think because I can't return your love, I’m being self-centered No, that’s not it. You didn’t consider why we do these things for you, or why we protect you and shield you from pain. You only thought about how pressured this makes you feel. Yes, indeed it is stressful but unable to overcome alone. However, our care is already very mindful of your emotions; you're the one obsessing over things. Did you ever consider that I don’t want your hands stained with blood because you hate violence Your hands remain clean as I take on everything for you. You wish freedom in life; did Yunshuang or I ever prevent this when the mafia was at its hardest, while you filmed all year without spending time at home We hope for returns but know sometimes it's unattainable, just wanting understanding. Yet even that is beyond your reach."

"Bai, do you think all good things belong to you alone" Moxiao sneered with his lips curled, "If you feel inferior or pressured, then perhaps you should take on responsibilities instead of feeling entitled when we help you. You can refuse if you truly want to."

"Because you're self-centered, so you don’t refuse but blame us. Without considering why we protect you at all costs, do you really not need it"

Moxiao's accusations became sharper, arrows piercing Bai’s heart painfully. Moxiao’s words hurt him to the core, was this true Could he be that way

Moxiao suppressed his anger and said coldly, "Regarding us, you know how I am towards you, and I know yours too. If I deceive myself living in a false pretense, it's my choice. If you feel troubled by me, tell me directly—Brother, I don’t love you; I love women. Brother, give up. You should say this if true then I will immediately let go of you, laughingly speaking, never did I cling to you but followed my heart to care for you even without love because we're brother and there’s a bond. Knowing crossing the line between brothers is my own business, no one can stop me from self-punishment. But what about you Not refusing nor accepting yet enjoying everything I give while blaming me in the end, do you think this reasonable"

"You know dinner isn’t good but ate it anyway; having eaten it, dare not blame anyone now, understand" Moxiao said sternly as Bai’s face alternated between pale and red.

He shouldn't blame anyone then

The original resentment from his brother was so deep. Bai sadly thought that he had no words to refute because everything Moxiao said was right, he truly couldn’t argue back a single word.

His voice got stuck in his throat, almost falling into his eyes.

It was painful, so painful.

Moyao had said everything he wanted to say from the bottom of his heart. His eyes were filled with exhaustion that overwhelmed him completely. He had never felt more exhausted or more like a failure in life.

All his failures and setbacks were given to him by Mo Xiaobai, who always made him feel as though there was still worse to come and would give him the worst of all. They had reached this point, which meant everything was over.

Right

Moyao closed his eyes. This was the first time he had lost control in such a way; while he made such severe accusations against Mo Xiaobai, he also knew that there were many problems within himself as well.

He hoped Mo Xiaobai would muster up the courage to speak about his own issues, but Xiaobai did not. His face was pale and his entire body trembled against the wall like it had lost all power and pride.

Moyao felt even more heartbroken; decades of effort gone down the drain due to his own mistakes.

Even if Xiaobai made errors, the biggest one was still himself.

Xiaobai, Xiaobai, you really leave me speechless.

Why do you always act like this Why won't you look at this heart presented to you as though it were a worthless pile of dog ** by the roadside

What exactly do you want that I can’t give you

He slowly let go of Mo Xiaobai. The pain in his chest was worse than the pain from his wound. Moyao spoke slowly, "I will no longer cause you trouble or put you through difficult situations; from now on, consider me as though I were never your brother—I am unworthy to be yours."

No elder brother would have such feelings towards their younger sibling.

Therefore, you don’t need to regard me as a brother either in the future.

Moxiaobai’s lips trembled slightly as if he wanted to say something. When Moyao left the room, Xiaobai slid down the wall and covered his head in pain. Moyao's expression and exhaustion flashed through his mind. His heart felt like it was riddled with holes, shattered.

It really hurt so much.

When he got past this pain, only he would be left in the villa; Moyao had gone.

He said that from now on, consider him as though he were never your brother.

Brother, I'm sorry.

Big Brother, I'm sorry.

Bai Xiao smiled foolishly and suddenly tears streamed down his face.

...

Moyao woke up in a luxurious room. The sea blue curtains were gently swaying like a dream. It took him some time to come to his senses. Where was this place He had left Bai Xiao's room and walked for a while, but due to complicated emotions and the pain from his wound, he hadn't noticed the road conditions and got hit by a car.

He fell into unconsciousness. After checking his body, Moyao found no obvious injuries. The bandages on his wounds were already in place, with new medicine applied. He felt much better as the burning sensation had disappeared.

He got out of bed and walked to the curtains, waving them open. It was afternoon, with bright sunshine. Below him was a garden facing the room where a white-clothed youth was holding a sketchbook, apparently drawing something.

The youth exuded a very tranquil aura that gave people a sense of peace. He had his back to Moyao so he couldn't see his face clearly. All he could see was a slender silhouette with medium-length hair. The sunlight cast a halo around him.

Moyao went downstairs; this was a two-story villa with a garden, and it seemed deserted as the only people in the area were the youth and a husky dog lying at his feet, its cute eyes looking up at him.

Moyao walked over. The young man seemed to sense him and looked up. He appeared to be around sixteen years old, with a pale and handsome face. He stood up; he was very tall, about 180 centimeters, but his bones were slender. His expression was calm yet lively, giving off an elegant aura. He wasn't particularly handsome but very endearing, even someone as cold like Moyao found him appealing.

He was overly quiet and peaceful, without desires or demands. Even his smile was reserved yet beautiful.

"You've woken up. I thought you'd sleep until tonight. Sorry for my car hitting you."

"It's fine." Moyao said indifferently as he glanced at the youth's sketchbook. He was drawing a castle, using black and white outlines with very smooth lines that exuded tranquility.

Neither of them seemed talkative; they fell into silence again. The youth then said, "If you feel well enough to leave anytime, or if you need rest, welcome to stay here."

"Is there only you here"

The youth smiled and nodded with a reserved smile as wrinkles formed at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were moist and misty, showing melancholy and sensitivity that was heart-wrenching.

Moyao didn't like such youths usually; they were too delicate, like flowers in a greenhouse. People who lived on the edge of life and death found soft creatures, including soft people, repulsive.

The youth no longer looked at him or asked about his background but sat down to continue sketching, slowly outlining incomplete lines with a calm expression. He rarely saw such a serene person.

Despite their frail exterior, those who were internally powerful could remain so serene.

Moyao wasn't a very curious person, yet there was an odd feeling that this youth must be someone special and why he was able to take care of his injuries so skillfully.

The only two people here. Moyao deduced that the wound had been treated by him since no one else was around.

On the way, the room was opulent like a palace with magnificent decorations and gold-plated walls, which was quite incongruous with such a youth. This youth was gentle like wind or clouds, indifferent to everything.

A youth so serene and gentle could never match this villa's style; it all seemed full of mysteries.

"What is your name"

He looked at Mo Yao in confusion and smiled slightly. Mo Yao said, "I have to know who saved me."

The young man smiled gently, "It's not important; it was just a small favor."

"I insist!"

The youth replied, "Bai Liu."

"Is this your name"

The young man nodded. Mo Yao thought to himself, Bai Liu, indeed fitting for him; his name matches who he is, just like willows.

This young man was really unique, Mo Yao felt. Such a youth was rare for him to encounter, someone special and pitiable, also mysterious, making one want to explore further.

But Mo Yao had no intention of exploring him; as he said, it was just a small favor. He saved me, so if there's an opportunity in the future, I will repay him, but if not, that’s okay. This wasn’t important after all, at least from his perspective. Mo Yao always respected others' wishes.

He didn't waste words, thanked him and left the villa. The youth smiled as he watched him leave; his brush suddenly turned abnormally sharp on the canvas, yet there was a soft smile on his lips…

Mo Yao called the mafia to send someone to pick him up directly for the airport; he needed to return to Rome. Wu Shuang fled at the news of her boss returning and knowing that she would face consequences from him. She boarded a helicopter heading to the Middle East on the same day as his return.

Phew, it was good to evade temporarily. She called Xiao Bai to explain what happened; the boss wasn’t involved, but judging by Xiao Bai’s weak tone, Wu Shuang knew they had problems. Both of them were stubborn and proud people, so naturally there would be issues. This didn't require thinking about it, yet she did not know how serious it was, thus fearing Mo Yao, running away seemed the best option.

Mo Yao wasn’t in the mood to settle accounts with Wu Shuang; at this point whether Xiao Bai misunderstood him or not no longer mattered. People are really strange, when they push themselves to their limits, they feel more relieved and less burdened.

He thought that he couldn't truly let go of Xiao Bai for his whole life but wondered if meeting the right person would make him fall in love even if it wouldn’t be the one he loved most. As long as he could like them and spend time together, perhaps this would be a good thing.

Recently, he enjoyed reading books that told stories of someone living inside your heart while another lives by your side; both are loved.

In the past, he couldn't understand how one could love two people simultaneously. But now, he understood; humans are fickle creatures, what they can’t have is always the best, so those out of reach remain in their hearts forever. Yet humans are also lonely and need companionship for warmth, hence a companion is necessary.

In this world, many spend their entire lives unable to get what they love most; some who stay by their side aren’t loved while others truly care deeply about them. Bitterly thinking, Mo Yao thought that if he found someone who would love him with all their heart, maybe then could he let go of Xiao Bai.

He was tired.

Tired after so many years.

He wished to be loved by someone who unconditionally cared for him and comforted him. Someone would talk to him when he felt lonely, give him a hug in his solitude, what he desired wasn’t much. diary.Written a week before she had an accident, every word exuded the heart of a bride-to-be. Ye Tianyu couldn't help shedding tears for the second time after Wen Jing's death; on that day, she had...