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with a faint smile. "Look at them laughing so joyfully; everyone only gets one chance at life."Dudi was silent. Warm understood his meaning—there was no way to break the curse. So that's it.She clenc...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the President Finished 854

The two had lunch together, and then Mo Baixue took Mo Yao to visit a few places he often went to. The movie started at around eight o'clock; it was only two in the afternoon now, so there was plenty of time left for leisure activities. After taking Mo Yao on a drive around town, they went to a golf course to play. Although Mo Yao wasn't very enthusiastic about golf, this was one of his rare forms of entertainment, and Mo Baixue took him to his usual golf club.

Mo Yao's golf game was much better than Mo Baixue’s. When doing business, they often met partners who were sports enthusiasts, so it was necessary for them to cultivate some sports that everyone in their circle enjoyed. Therefore, Mo Yao's golf skills were quite good; he picked up new things quickly. However, despite playing more frequently, Mo Baixue wasn't as skilled as Mo Yao.

They didn’t hire caddies and carried their own equipment. They played the game competitively, recording scores and chatting while exchanging tips and experiences. For both Mo Yao and Mo Baixue, this was a novel experience. Although they were familiar with these activities, they rarely engaged in them together because cultivating such hobbies seemed to serve other purposes rather than personal enjoyment. As a result, Mo Yao and Mo Baixue seldom played golf together; most of their time was spent on each other's careers. When Mo Baixue was working in America, and Mo Yao was mostly in Rome, it was difficult for them to get together, and when they did meet up, they usually just had a meal or made a phone call. They never actually played together.

After confessing their feelings to each other and going through several events, they hadn't found the time to be alone together. Mo Baixue enjoyed inviting Mo Yao out for meals and playing golf with him, as well as chatting and laughing together.

It turned out that Mo Yao wasn’t actually a dull person; if you took the initiative to communicate with him, he was more than willing to listen and be there for others. Standing by, Mo Baixue deeply realized how heartless he had been in the past, wasting so much time and youth.

Such memories were rare between them even though they had always been close siblings who would risk their lives for each other. Most of their shared memories involved groups rather than personal interactions. He and his older brother had plenty of individual moments together, but apart from training sessions with Mo Yao, he couldn’t recall many.

He regretted neglecting Mo Yao for over a decade, which was the source of his regret. During their most youthful years, they should have created numerous beautiful memories to cherish, yet due to trivial reasons, they missed out on spending time together during those prime years.

Mo Baixue rarely felt remorseful about anything, but this was a genuine regret.

He regretted ignoring someone's silent dedication for so long; how could he have overlooked Mo Yao for all these years

Even recalling it feels like I deserved a beating.

Fortunately, Mo Yue didn't die; he's still alive. His life has just begun, and they have plenty of time to create their own memories and give each other the deepest feelings possible.

Youth is a path once taken that cannot be retraced. Mo Xiaobai feels fortunate that his best years haven’t completely passed him by and he can still give her his prime.

After one round, Mo Yue won slightly.

Mo Xiaobai complained, "Brother, you didn't let me win once either. You played better than I did; why don't you let me win a couple of times"

Mo Yue said, "There are no fathers or sons on the court."

Mo Xiaobai waved his golf club and cheered loudly with a radiant smile. The two sat down in place as the equipment was heavy; sitting down for a while allowed them to rest. Mo Xiaobai unscrewed a bottle of purified water for Mo Yue...

"Brother, did you have any private time following Fei Mary for these six months" Mo Xiaobai casually asked during his break.

"Yes, she isn't as rigid as you might imagine and gives me enough freedom."

"Have you thought about finding your own family" Mo Xiaobai inquired again.

Moyao shook his head and said, "She gave me a false memory, making me believe I was an orphan. Hence, I didn't bother to look for my family. Anyway, if something is forgotten, there's no point in forcing oneself to remember. When it’s time to recall, one will naturally remember."

"You're surprisingly optimistic," said Mo Baixue with a pout. If Moyao had wanted to find his parents, he would have done so long ago.

The two sat down for a while and chatted about some of Moyao’s experiences in Country C. Mo Baixue found that this kind of life was incredibly boring; even more monotonous than when he was the head of a mafia family. All day, his only task was to follow Femi.

His brother's patience was truly rare for someone with such a temperament.

"How much does she pay you monthly" Mo Baixue suddenly became curious about Moyao’s salary. It seemed that Moyao didn’t have much of a concept regarding money. Moyao looked at Mo Baixue oddly, thinking he must be incredibly bored. Mo Baixue also realized how boring it was. After Moyao mentioned the amount, Mo Baixue whistled in surprise and said, "Wow, this woman is really wealthy."

"And where’s your money" Although he found everything dull, Mo Baixue pressed on with his inquiries.

Moyao replied, “In my bank account.”

“Remember to withdraw it before you leave. After all, this is the hard-earned money for your efforts,” said Mo Baixue in a lecturing tone. Moyao asked, "Are you really short of cash"

"What are you talking about Even my hair is worth more than that petty amount. Money you earn should not be left behind," replied Mo Baixue. Moyao found their conversation increasingly tedious and decided to change the subject.

More people started arriving for golfing one after another. Mo Baixue lay down sideways and pointed at a man nearby, saying, "Look over there. When we’re middle-aged, will we look like that—balding heads with beer bellies"

Moyao, with a cold expression, glared at him and thought to himself that it was really boring. Mo Xiaobai also felt the same way but since they were cozying up together, what interesting topics could they possibly discuss apart from being intimate Since they weren’t working, they obviously couldn’t talk about work-related matters either. Of course, they would end up discussing some rather trivial subjects.

Humans spend 99% of their day talking nonsense.

Mo Xiaobai turned over boredly and said to his brother, "Brother, do you know why all these billionaire men look like this"

"You yourself are a billionaire. You don’t have this kind of appearance," Moyao replied with an unusual sense of humor. "Tall rich guys and short ugly ones are different."

"That’s the truth!" Mo Xiaobai loved hearing that.

Moyao couldn’t imagine how Mo Xiaobai would look like if he were to become a billionaire too. He simply could not picture it in his mind. How could such an extremely vain man permit himself to look so ugly

Mo Xiaobai said, "That’s right, just take our father for example. When he goes out, he can still make countless fangirls go crazy about him, no worse than us."

"Why do you care so much about your appearance"

Mo Xiaobai laughed and said, "Of course I care about my looks since back then I made a living with this face."ke the kind who enjoys torturing others rather than being tortured. You seem to be the masochistic one."Dragon Chengtian thought of Kaka and Wu Shuang, his voice turning solemn as he spoke, "She is a...