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Little White finally compromised with Ji Bing and agreed to stay for one more day, but Ji Bing insisted on staying for three days. Mo Xiaobai's expression darkened as dissatisfaction surfaced. Ji Bing always thought that Mo Xiaobai pampered her to the extreme and had never defied her wishes or made her angry before. Now, she was looking at him coldly with an unprecedented serious expression, leaving Ji Bing feeling lost and uneasy, unsure of what to do since he seemed genuinely upset.

Although Ji Bing feared upsetting Mo Xiaobai, he also really did not want to leave Bali Island, so he remained silent. He had expected Mo Xiaobai to coax him into staying longer, but she didn’t, and decided to return to Washington early the next morning instead.

Ji Bing felt wronged and ran out of the hotel in a huff.

Mo Xiaobai sighed; Ji Bing was capricious and needed careful attention. She always wanted things her way, which might be related to losing her memory. She constantly felt anxious and distrustful towards this world, deeply fearing it would hurt her. He was the only person she trusted and was close to, so Ji Bing impatiently wanted all of his attention, unwilling for him to focus on anything else.

Even when it came to work matters, Ji Bing sometimes felt gloomy, thinking he had neglected her. Mo Xiaobai knew that Ji Bing's possessiveness was quite strong, but he didn’t blame her because everything stemmed from his indulgence of her; since it was him who indulged her, he wouldn't pull back.

After waiting an hour in the hotel without seeing Ji Bing return, he grew anxious and rushed out to look for her. Soon, he found her on the beach alone, huddled up with a distant gaze fixed on the sea. The vastness of the sky and sea made it seem as if she had been abandoned. Mo Xiaobai felt an overwhelming ache in her heart and an uncontrollable surge of pity welled up inside her. She hurriedly approached him; when Ji Bing saw who it was, he turned his head away and ignored Mo Xiaobai.

Mo Xiaobai said, "Ji Bing, don't make this difficult for me. Will you listen to me"

"You're being mean to me," she complained. Mo Xiaobai spread her hands and joked with a playful smile to cheer him up. "Alright, I apologize. I shouldn’t have upset my little treasure. If that’s your punishment, I’ll accept it, but can you please stop being angry"

Ji Bing huffed and ignored him; Mo Xiaobai kissed her and feigned a hurt expression, looking at her pitifully. "I’m also very sad. My little treasure is so inconsiderate to me; this makes me feel heartbroken."

"How am I being inconsiderate"

"Then let's go back to Washington.

"We've only been here for two days, and I spent a whole day adjusting to the time difference. You were the one who said we would stay for a week; now you suddenly want to go back. It's your fault in the first place, yet you blame me. I was willing to say that we'll leave after three days instead of staying a full week, and you still say I'm not considerate."

Murong Xiaobai surrendered, "Fine, fine, fine, you're very considerate; it's my fault. But Ji Bing, I really have something important to do and can't stay on Bali Island. If it wasn't a crucial matter, I wouldn't leave. Staying for a few more days is no problem for me. Listen to me, let’s go back this time and come again in a few months, okay"

Ji Bing felt somewhat reluctant but couldn’t do anything when Murong Xiaobai spoke like that. Seeing him with his usual cheeky smile, she calmed down and said, "You said we leave tomorrow morning. Can't we leave tonight instead It's still tomorrow anyway. I want to go buy some things; there are a lot of items I liked today but didn’t buy."

Murong Xiaobai weighed his options and nodded, "Alright, let's leave tonight as you wish."

Only then did Ji Bing feel happy again. She forgave Murong Xiaobai for being upset earlier. He was at a loss for words—having been with Ji Bing on the beach for a while, he returned to the hotel. Ji Bing almost fell asleep as soon as she hit her bed.

The next day, Murong Xiaobai kept his promise and accompanied Ji Bing for another day of shopping before bidding farewell to Ye Feimo and Wenran and flying back to Washington. Ji Bing was quite satisfied with this trip.

They returned to Washington late at night; Pike drove Ji Bing back to her apartment, then Murong Xiaobai called Mu Yao after settling her in, but couldn’t get through as no one picked up the phone. He logged into his computer and used satellite tracking to locate Mu Yao's whereabouts—she was near a government building. After calling Yun, Yun told him that this time, Mu Yao had come alone without anyone accompanying him.

Murong Xiaobai drove out to find Mu Yao; it was late at night and there were not many people around on the streets. He parked his car downstairs from a building but unexpectedly found Mu Yao already down from the building. This made him relieved that he was safe, which was all that mattered.

He waited for Mu Yao in the car; today, he had been uneasy as if something important would happen, and he almost lost patience while accompanying Ji Bing several times, only wanting to get back to Washington as soon as possible out of fear that something might have happened to his boss. Now knowing everything was fine, Murong Xiaobai could relax.

He should have come with Mu Yao, but since the matter had been settled and he was safe, he felt reassured. He closed his eyes for a few minutes' rest and opened them at the right time to see several people walking out of the building.

This raised some doubts in him; it wasn't far from the government building to choose this place to talk about business matters—illegal ones, likely—and they had quite the audacity.

Moyao stood out from the crowd, even though his face was covered by a mask, he still bore an uncanny resemblance to everyone's familiar mafia godfather. Though not as stunningly handsome as before, he was still extremely good-looking with a tall and slender figure. He wore a suit over which he had draped a black longcoat that made him appear domineering, overshadowing everyone else around him. A faint smile unconsciously crept onto Moxiaobai's lips.

After Moyao and others left the building, he bid farewell to the counterfeit currency group. They got into several black limousines and drove off. Moyao had come alone in his car but as he was about to get in, Moxiaobai opened the car door cheerfully, waving at him, "Boss!"

Moyao frowned; when he turned around, he saw Moxiaobai standing by a street lamp. His face was radiant and carried his usual smile which appeared heartless to Moyao’s eyes. Moyao didn't want to pay attention but his gaze involuntarily followed him.

How did he get here

The two were ten meters apart; the car couldn’t pass through, so Moxiaobai jumped over a small barrier and walked towards Moyao smiling. Moyao stared at him coldly and with full attention. Suddenly, from behind Moxiaobai, a chilling threat approached. Before he turned around, there was a faint sound of a bullet leaving the barrel; he saw blood seeping through Moyao’s chest before he could react, making him slump softly beside the car.

"Brother!" Moxiaobai took several steps forward; Moyao pressed his hand on his chest as fresh blood gushed out from his heart area. He opened his eyes wide, seemingly trying to say something but fell into a painful unconsciousness before he could utter a word, "Brother... Boss... Brother..."

Moxiaobai's eyes were filled with fury as he glared at the building behind him where he thought he saw someone flash by. Without time for more contemplation, Moxiaobai hurriedly picked up Moyao and rushed to the Washington Mafia Hospital.

The mafia had hospitals in every city specifically to treat injured members of their organization. Since Moyao was shot, taking him to any other hospital would inevitably cause a stir.

As they sped at an extreme rate towards the hospital, Moxiaobai's hands trembled violently. In the rearview mirror, he saw Moyao's lifeless face; it was pale and his chest blood had stained the seat red. His eyes stung and his voice choked up with pain.

Upon reaching the hospital, people were already waiting outside, immediately bringing Moyao to the emergency room when they arrived. Moxiaobai wanted to rush inside but was stopped by doctors; he was extremely anxious and lost his usual composure. The doctors understood the urgency and called for Moxiaobai, leading him along with several other top physicians into the operating theater one after another.

"Brother..." Moxiaobai was frantic as blood stains on his hands made a mess around the entrance of the operating room. A little nurse asked him to clean his hands; looking at the blood all over them, Moxiaobai's heart couldn't help but tremble.

So much blood...

The elder bled a lot, and it was near his heart; I wonder if something bad will happen.

No, nothing bad will happen, nothing bad will happen.

When he went to wash his hands, he saw in the mirror how disheveled he looked. Mo Baixue felt extremely guilty for coming back late. If he had returned on the morning flight, he could have gone with Mo Yao, and then his brother wouldn't have gotten hurt. Mo Baixue punched the mirror in frustration; cracks spread across it, and his hand was injured as blood seeped out continuously. He regretted returning so late.

I shouldn’t have come back this late.

Brother, please don't be harmed, don't let anything happen to you.

The deepest fear in his heart spread and gripped him tightly; Mo Baixue felt like he couldn't breathe as if all the air had vanished from the world. He only worried about Mo Yao in the operating room, unable to think of anything else.

After washing his hands, a little nurse noticed that his hand was injured and hurriedly pulled him aside to clean it and wrap it up with gauze, reminding him not to get it wet for these few days. But Mo Baixue seemed not to hear her; he stood there in a daze.

His phone rang for ages before he answered. It was Ji Bing calling because she couldn't sleep and wanted to talk to him. However, at the moment, Mo Baixue didn’t want to say anything. Ji Bing asked, "Baixue, is something wrong Why aren't you talking"

Mo Baixue replied, "I’m tired, good night."

He hung up and didn’t want to talk anymore. Ji Bing called again, so Mo Baixue turned his phone off; he was too frustrated.

The surgery lasted two hours before it ended. Mo Baixue hurriedly asked the doctor, "How is he"

The doctor said, "Fortunately, his heart is on the right side, so the bullet didn't hit any vital organs. Although we managed to save his life, we still need to see if he can make it through tonight. If he does, then there won’t be a problem."d momentarily and thought to himself, as he walked closer, that purple-colored eyes were rare enough, let alone such pure shades of purple like his father’s and sister’s. In his childhood, he had secr...