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Master Ye preliminarily concluded that Warm had miscarried after falling down the stairs, but as to what role Ye Nimeng played in it, he would have to speak for himself.Over these three days, news ab...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the President Complete Chapter 734

Ji Bing didn't know why she had such a strong sense of crisis, but it was strange; she just felt it without any reason. People often say that women's intuition is very accurate, and she didn't know if her intuition was also reliable.

She herself knew that she was sensitive, suspicious, and lacked security. If Mo Baixue ignored her for a day, she would feel anxious and afraid of losing him, thinking he might not like her anymore. She always had strange thoughts in her mind, but didn't know where they came from. This sense of crisis wasn't new to her, yet it was the most severe this time.

Ji Bing had also once smiled bitterly and mocked herself. What kind of person was she When others show deep brotherhood feelings, she becomes jealous. She couldn’t understand what emotion that was, but truly, a strong sense of crisis made her very uneasy.

Especially with the newspaper incident, seeing another side of Baixue, from his expression, one could see how much he cared for the injured man; his eyes were full of him alone, no one else fit in.

The GQ News was generally reliable as it covered international stars. The gossip magazines often published credible information and wouldn't make things up without reason. Since they wrote such news reports, there must have been grounds for them to do so; the basis being the closeness between Baixue and his brother. She had a strange feeling in her heart but didn’t know where it came from.

Parker could only comfort her, telling her to be calm and wait a few days until everything returned to normal.

Ji Bing could do nothing else.

...

Moe Baixue played around for a while and then happily brought up the porridge he had simmered for several hours as midnight snack for Mo Yao, talking about how good it was. The hot, fragrant porridge with ginger threads on top made Mo Yao’s lips curl into a soft smile, agreeing with Baixue that his care was indeed comforting.

Baixue said, "This porridge is so aromatic; I asked Aunt Rongyan how to cook it and she taught me. It has such a great taste, try it out. If you like it, I'll make it for you tomorrow."

Seeing the fragrant porridge in the bowl, Mo Yao's expression softened. This heartless boy could be surprisingly endearing.

Moe Yao was about to eat when Baixue’s other phone rang. He had just charged this one and forgot to turn it off; seeing Ji Bing's name, he hurriedly picked up the call, realizing that these days were so busy caring for Mo Yao that he’d forgotten about Ji Bing, who would inevitably worry. Sobering himself, he spoke in a gentle tone as he walked out.

But this wasn't Ji Bing calling; it was Parker.

"Baixue, come to the hospital right away. There’s been a break-in at Ji Bing's place and someone got hurt. She’s really scared." Parker sounded worried, causing Baixue to straighten up immediately.

“How is she Did she get injured badly Which hospital” he asked hurriedly, prompting Parker to think that he still cared about Ji Bing very much indeed.

"She’s not seriously hurt, just got a concussion from hitting her head. The doctor says it's minor and needs observation in the hospital, but she wants to see you, so you should come over as soon as possible." Parker urged him; upon hearing that Ji Bing was okay, Baixue felt relieved. He hung up the call, considering how he could explain to Mo Yao before entering his room.

As soon as he entered, Mo Yao looked at him with a cold gaze, making it hard for Baixue to read any emotion from him.

Baixue felt a strange sense of guilt for leaving suddenly. Yet Ji Bing needed him at the hospital, and he had no time to think much further.

He tried a gentler tone: "Boss, I have to go out for a while. A friend of mine is in the hospital; I need to check on him. Will you be alright if I’m not here"

Shouldn’t be an issue, even though she was injured, no one would find her there. He’d only leave for a few hours to see Ji Bing at the hospital and could still look after Mo Yao afterward. Mo Yao looked straight at him, making Baixue feel uneasy.

He knew he shouldn't have left his seriously injured boss in the middle of the night; it was wrong of him. But there wasn’t any other way since Ji Bing was hospitalized now. He would call a few brothers to guard the villa until he returned, and they’d contact him if anything happened.

The Old Master looked at him so coldly that he felt uncomfortable, as if every part of him had been seen through. It was an awful feeling.

"Understood." Mo Baixue thought the Old Master would ask who got hurt and why it was so important for him to leave even when someone was injured. But the Old Master didn't ask anything. This made Mo Baixue feel even more guilty. When Ji Bing asked him on Bali Island who could be that important, forcing him to leave, the Old Master remained silent. White felt choked up and quickly said goodnight before leaving.

The blockage in his heart was worse than worrying about Ji Bing in the hospital. Didn't the Old Master like him Hadn't he loved him for over a decade Then why did everything feel so indifferent, as if nothing mattered He could do whatever he wanted without any questions or concerns from the Old Master. Was this how a lover should act His father would be in a bad mood if he didn't see his mother for even one day. If she dared to leave him at midnight while he was injured, his father would make such a fuss that it would cause chaos. But Mo Yao did none of these things; he just looked at him and said, "I understand."

Yes, I understand.

How simple those words were, revealing nothing. Sitting in the car, starting its engine, Baixue's anger lingered, circling his mind. He couldn't help but self-torture: What kind of reaction did you want from the Old Master To tell him not to go Could a man like the Old Master really say such things as "Don’t leave and stay with me" That was impossible; even if he said so, Mo Baixue wouldn't necessarily stay.

Oh... Baixue immediately wanted to convince himself that yes, he wouldn't stay no matter what, but then he hesitated. Would he really listen if the Old Master spoke up

He found himself unsure; throughout his life, he had always done as the Old Master said.

The car crossed a road when Mo Baixue suddenly remembered something: The porridge was still simmering in the kitchen. No, it should be kept warm. Although the flame was small, the time to go and come back from the hospital would take too long for it to remain intact. He didn't want an accident, especially if it led to a gas leak while he was upstairs asleep. Panicking, he braked hard and turned back toward the villa.

He needed to return first to turn off the stove.

The lights were still on when he returned; he had grown accustomed to this since moving in alone. Previously, everything would be cold and dark upon his return, but now it was always bright. Sometimes walking back with the Old Master at night made him feel happy.

Entering the house, Mo Baixue went to the kitchen to turn off the stove. Just as he stepped out of the living room, he heard a sharp sound upstairs, like something breaking. Hurrying up the stairs, he rushed into their bedroom and found the Old Master's hands covered in scalding porridge, his bowl overturned and scattered around him; he was struggling to get out of bed, his forehead sweating profusely.

"Old Master!" Mo Baixue called out in surprise, rushing over. He grabbed a blanket nearby to wipe the hot porridge off the Old Master's hand. The porridge had covered Yao’s hand completely and it was scalding hot; his hand was already red from being burned. Mo Baixue hurriedly fetched an ice pack from downstairs and pressed it on the Old Master's hand, feeling pained as he asked, "Why did this happen How did you get burned"

Moyao seemed genuinely surprised that Mo Baixue had returned but only briefly; then he said calmly, "I didn't hold it steady enough. It was too hot and slipped."

Mo Baixue felt both frustrated and bitter—dropping the bowl like this was truly foolish.

The porridge covering his hand was almost as bad as being scalded by boiling water, perhaps even worse because it stuck to his skin at a higher temperature.

"Does it hurt" he asked anxiously.

Moyao replied indifferently, "It doesn't hurt."

Mo Baixue continued nagging when Moyao suddenly opened his eyes and said, “You're really annoying.”

Baixue was frustrated; he was doing this for him. Fine, he wouldn’t argue with him; one needed patience and understanding towards a patient. He clenched his fists in determination.

Moyao closed his eyes again; Mo Baixue was smart enough to notice if something was amiss. Moyao began wondering if he had become somewhat... pathetic.

The porridge had been deliberately spilt, and even though he was sick, he could still hear the movements downstairs. When he realized that BaiXue had left but then returned, he overturned the bowl, letting the scalding porridge cover his hand to make it seem more serious so that BaiXue would stay.

He felt truly pathetic for using such a method to keep BaiXue by his side.

How sad. Whether or not he can keep the person here is still a question. Once he deals with his pain, will he leave What was the point of overturning the porridge and scalding himself just to prove how important he is, more so than that woman Little White would stay for him.

Moyao scoffed. He wanted to refute it but didn’t know how to do so. So what if he had burned himself Little White would still leave. In Little White’s heart, the other person was far more important, summoning him with one phone call while Moyao had to resort to such despicable means just to get a few minutes of his time.

Moyao felt that life at this stage really wasn’t worth it. Yet he still wanted to do this, even if it meant staying for only an extra ten minutes or so.

Little White, Little White, you are truly my heart’s pain, my poison.

This lifetime will never be cured.

Look at me. I’ve stooped to such a low level just for you. I’ve turned into a woman, making all sorts of moves that are so disgraceful.

The moment he heard Little White return, he wanted to do this and did it too, but now he regretted it. He shouldn’t have done this, really shouldn’t have. This wasn’t him.

Forget it. Regretting won’t help anyway.

Moyao was not the type to fake anything. If he didn’t want Little White to go to the hospital, he wouldn’t ask him to do so unless Little White himself wanted to. He would not stop Little White from making his own decision.

After icing it for a while, Moyanxiaobai found that the burn was quite severe and had no choice but to apply medicine to it. Moyao initially intended to refuse, but this wasn’t his objective all along, so there was no need to reject anything insincerely. Thus he didn’t stop Moyanxiaobai from applying the medicine, wrapping the injured area up in layers like two steamed buns.

He was right before him, bowing his head and dealing with the wound for him. He stood there, his collar open widely, his delicate skin at his clavicle tempting to look at. His head leaned back slightly, revealing a portion of his pale neck, its beautiful curve making one want to do more than just fantasize.

If he were to move forward any further, his lips would touch the skin of that neck.

The sensation must be wonderful indeed.

Moyao bitterly smiled and shifted his gaze away. He didn’t wish to lose face in front of Little White; he couldn’t afford to do so.

Moyanxiaobai seemed not to feel anything and only raised his head once Moyao finished bandaging the wound. After glancing at his boss for a moment, he started tidying up the room, soon finishing it up and changing the sheets fortunately without having stained them. Fortunately, they had two sets of sheets.

He didn’t ask anything, nor did Moyao say anything. They tacitly understood each other as if there was no need for any words to be exchanged. Moyao thought that Little White might see through this ruse and would mock him should he do so, looking down on him from his heart.

So had he really stooped so low What was the point of resorting to such a despicable trick anyway He truly wanted to give himself a slap.

He wished to grab Little White and ask what exactly it is that he wants.

What is it you want, something I cannot give

Moyanxiaobai’s phone rang again. He walked out of the room and downstairs before finally answering the call; it was Parker calling to ask him when he would be at the hospital. Moyanxiaobai asked, "Is Ji Bing asleep"

"She fell asleep but woke up again. I told her you’d come over. She’s waiting for you—where are you" Parker inquired. Moyanxiaobai chuckled and softly said, "Give me the phone. I’ll talk to her."

Parker nodded and handed him the phone. Ji Bing took it and asked with a smile, “Little White, will you really come over I’m waiting for you.”

The clear and cold tone was something he liked to listen to, even becoming obsessed with it. He enjoyed the way she spoke, just like how his big brother spoke; however, at this moment, her voice carried a hint of laughter, softening considerably.

Murong Xiaobai asked, "How did a burglar get into your house Didn't you lock the door"

Qi Bing said, "It was the sliding glass door. I forgot to close it. The thief came in through there and wanted to steal something, so we struggled and he pushed me down, causing me to pass out. Some jewelry and cash are missing."

Murong Xiaobai couldn't help but scold her, "If things were stolen, give him what he wants instead of arguing with him. What would you do if you got seriously injured"

Qi Bing said in a conciliatory tone, "It's nothing, it's just a minor injury. Don't worry."

Murong Xiaobai lightly huffed and still felt that she had not protected herself well enough. Qi Bing was very aggrieved but didn’t intend to dwell on the topic further. She asked, "Everything is quiet over there; are you driving Pecker said that you left half an hour ago and should be arriving soon."

Murong Xiaobai felt a bit guilty. He did not know how to explain it to Qi Bing. It seemed like she sensed something was amiss, so she asked, "You're not coming over"

Murong Xiaobai said, "Qi Bing, I’m really sorry. My brother had a little accident; I can’t leave him alone at home today. Can I visit you early tomorrow morning I promise to come."

Qi Bing didn't respond. Murong Xiaobai thought that her injury wasn't serious, so it was not a big deal for him to be absent. Besides, Pecker was there and he felt very assured about the situation. Yet, no one was home, and calling someone to guard around wouldn’t take care of his brother.

He genuinely couldn't let go.

"Really"

Murong Xiaobai said, "Of course it's true. His injury isn't minor."

Qi Bing spoke in a melancholic tone, "Xiaobai, your brother got injured, but I also got hurt. I'm scared too and need someone to be with me as well; why can’t you come here" Her brother’s injury had already healed for several days, so why was he still worried

"Qi Bing, in the morning, I will definitely visit you."

“You said you were coming earlier but didn't end up showing. You don’t need to come; I don’t want to see you. Xiaobai, what do you think of me Do I matter to you as your girlfriend or am I just someone you can easily live without When my brother gets hurt, you ignore me, and when I get injured in the hospital and need you there for support, you also ignore me. What exactly is it that I mean to you" Qi Bing was very heartbroken and screamed these words from her soul; as soon as she finished speaking, she hung up without listening to Murong Xiaobai’s explanation. He didn’t want to explain anything.

Could he tell Qi Bing that his brother was a mafia boss and worried about what would happen if enemies came looking for him while alone at home Could he tell her how much his brother loved him, making it impossible for him to say no to him, blindly following whatever his brother wanted Why couldn’t he explain these things

No!

He couldn't reveal such information and could only swallow the truth.

Murong Xiaobai leaned back on the sofa, thinking of Qi Bing's words: What exactly do you think of me He smiled bitterly. How could she ask him this question when he had shown her more care than anyone else

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