Chapter 269 Playing Mahjong

been concealed with makeup, Warm noticed a flicker of pain and hopelessness in Han Bi's eyes that was so quick she almost missed it. She felt slightly surprised but before she could look again, there...Chapter 269 Mahjong Game

Mò Wúshuāng clapped her hands, "That's perfect. Let's start the game; I haven't played in a long time."

Mò Xiǎobái got up decisively and twisted his head, "I'll go to the toilet."

He slipped away quickly.

Mò Chén also stood up resolutely and followed him, "Wait for me, Xiao Bai! Let's go together."

Nuǎnhé chuckled inwardly. She hadn't realized that Yè Fēimó was so skilled at mahjong that he could scare them off. What Nuǎnhé didn't know was that after the incident where they were chased naked, they never played mahjong with Yè Fēimó again since their four people could form a perfect table.

"What kind of temperament do these two have," Mò Wúshuāng shook her head in disbelief. Mò Yáo also felt helpless and shook his head.

Yè Fēimó and Nuǎnhé had been staying at the Mò family residence for over ten days. The bruises on Nuǎnhé's body were fading, though not completely gone but no longer conspicuous. Applying ointment for another month would make them disappear entirely.

The gunshot wound on her shoulder was almost healed with only a scar left behind. In comparison, Yè Fēimó recovered more slowly; she was fine after ten days while he needed extra time. Originally they could have boarded the plane without issues, but Nuǎnhé insisted on waiting until he was fully recovered.

During this period, Yè Fēimó accompanied her to tour around the city of Rome. Mò Xiǎobái and Mò Chén claimed to be protecting them, but in reality they were just tagging along like a third wheel. Yè Fēimó wanted to kick them out so badly that it was a wonder he didn't actually do it, yet Nuǎnhé didn’t mind.

"Why don't the two of you help Mò Yáo deal with Black Hand Party matters It's unproductive for you guys to laze around like this every day," Yè Fēimó couldn't take it anymore. Firstly, they were acting as third wheels too much; secondly, Mò Yáo was truly unlucky, having been born two minutes later than Mò Chén, shouldering all the responsibilities of the Black Hand Party.

Every bloody and stormy matter concerning the Black Hand Party had to be handled by him and Wúshuāng alone. Especially for Mò Yáo, as well as Mò Chén and Mò Xiǎobái who were so idle they made one want to punch them; it wasn't like they lacked ability, having a capable boss should make them more diligent rather than letting them run wild.

Moschen said, "We will protect you all."

"No need!"

"Boss said he can handle it himself," Mosai said.

Ye Feimo gave a cold laugh. "He can handle it Of course, Mo Yao can handle everything by himself. But that means getting less than seven hours of sleep every day! I ask you both: as his younger brother, why don’t you help him share the burden once in a while The last time something happened wasn’t it because he was lacking energy and reacting too slowly Mo Yao narrowly escaping doesn’t mean he’ll always be this lucky. Don’t think people are made of iron; don’t end up regretting it when something bad happens."

It was rare for Ye Feimo to speak at length about matters not concerning him, but Moschen and Mosai exchanged a glance and both looked away as Ye Feimo gave another cold snort. Wenran hurriedly interceded, "Alright, alright, let’s head back; we won’t be going sightseeing today."

Mosai looked at their backs and asked Moschen in puzzlement, "Big Brother, are we being too harsh"

"Seems like it," said Moschen. "But the one who’s really being heartless is you; I mainly handle intel so other matters don’t concern me, but leaving everything to Boss while occasionally handling a few things yourself means you’re the most callous."

Mosai weakly replied, "I’m very busy..."

Being an entertainer was certainly very busy...

"Get back and handle some matters. It’s true that we’ve been a little too harsh," said Moschen as he rubbed his nose; Mosai looked up at the sky. Actually, Boss had taken over all of his work.

Whenever he wanted to deal with something, Feng would roll her eyes, and Boss would handle it already.

Whose fault was this

After Ye Feimo and Wenran were fully recovered from their injuries, they planned to leave Rome. Since they flew on a private jet, they departed in the evening. As Wenran was flying on such an aircraft for the first time, she felt it very novel; Ye Feimo’s personal plane had four independent rooms, over ten seats, and was luxurious with a kitchen, entertainment room, audio-visual room, small cinema, hi-fi sound cabinet, and everything else one could possibly need.

The Ye family had a total of three private airplanes, but only one of them, excluding this plane, was legally registered.

Mou Xiaobai originally wanted to go to America with them and travel together. Who knew that Mou Yao would ask him to stay behind Mou Xiaobai could only wave goodbye to Warming and say farewell, possibly meeting again in City A.

His absence delighted Ye Feimo the most.

Warming could tell that their relationship was quite good; they just tended to argue a lot.

They boarded the plane, flying straight to Las Vegas. Warming's heart began to race—she was truly going to get married now.

She had mentally prepared herself for this long ago, but she suddenly felt nervous when the time arrived.

It seemed that she had a touch of pre-wedding anxiety.

"Feimo, aren't you nervous" On the plane, Warming couldn't help asking. In her heart, there was a little white rabbit pounding away, making her face flush with heat. Soon, this identity would change.

Ye Feimo's wife.

She felt some excitement and also a bit of fear.

Ye Feimo’s gaze was profound, filled with dazzling light, deep like the sea, making Warming even more nervous. Her heart raced wildly, although he was already an incredibly familiar presence by her side. Each time she looked at him, however, it felt as if her heart skipped a beat, something that seemed natural and inevitable.

"Are you really nervous"

Warming nodded, "A little bit."

"What are you afraid of" Ye Feimo asked, reaching out to brush aside the strands of hair beside her cheek. Her skin was warm and fair, like a poached egg—so delicate that it would break with a touch. She was young and beautiful even without makeup. Ye Feimo enjoyed touching her cheeks; they were soft and inviting, evoking a desire to cherish them.

His rare tenderness made her face flush. She took his hand in hers playfully and looked at him. "Are you afraid I'll change my mind, so you're suddenly being nice"

"You could say that."

Warm snorted. No wonder he reverted to his true nature after marriage; she still preferred his sharp tongue.

"I’ll go through the procedures right after we land, and you won’t have a chance to change your mind. Even if you do, I'll knock you out and proceed anyway—it’s that simple," Ye Feimo said matter-of-factly, with only a slight smile that wasn't visible at first glance.

It seemed he was serious about following through regardless of her reaction.

Warm silently sighed. "Why do I feel like I've boarded the wrong ship"

"You should thank your ancestors for allowing you to marry me—a wealthy, handsome, capable man who is hard to find even with a lantern," Ye Feimo said solemnly.

Warm thought that narcissism was truly a trait of the Ye family; he wasn’t embarrassed at all. Even though what he said was true, it seemed like an accurate description.

"You should thank your ancestors for allowing you to marry me—a young and beautiful woman who is gentle and generous..."

"I feel sick."

"Get lost!" Warm punched him, but Ye Feimo caught her hand and pulled her into his arms. She pounded on his chest a few times, but it didn’t hurt at all. Ye Feimo was unconcerned; holding her in his arms felt incredibly pleasant.

Warm’s nervousness gradually subsided. Perhaps this was the mindset of most brides-to-be—thinking too much as their wedding approaches, worrying about whether they have the confidence to spend a lifetime with one person. moment when Han Bi betrayed him and their relationship, breaking her promises. Yet everything they had shared was part of his life and wouldn't disappear because of this.He turned off his phone, thin...