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Mosheo loosened his grip on Mosai, acting as if nothing had happened and walking to one side. Ji Bing greeted both Mosheo and Mochen as well as Wuzhuang, but none of them seemed overly enthusiastic. Only a smile from Wenzhuan; Ji Bing was a sensitive and delicate woman who noticed that the Mo family didn't welcome her with open arms, so she chose not to force herself into their company. Wuzhuang took Wenzhuan aside to help Mosheo pick out his tuxedo—Mosheo sat off to the side as he trusted both of their tastes.
He picked up a magazine and flipped through it while Mochen walked over to join Wuzhuang and Wenzhuan in choosing Mosheo's attire. As Mosai watched Mosheo sitting on the sofa, there were things she wanted to say but didn't know how to bring them up, leaving her feeling uneasy.
Ji Bing blushed as she asked, "Is it nice"
Mosai pretended to take a serious look at it before smiling and saying, "You look good in anything."
Hearing this, Ji Bing's face lit up with joy. She decided on that set, especially since she felt confident and liked wearing it too. However, Mosai seemed distracted—she sensed something was off but couldn't pinpoint what exactly. Beside them, Mosheo stood expressionless as coldly as ever; Mosai couldn't read his mind at all. When Ji Bing went to change clothes, Mosai walked over to where Mosheo was standing and looked down at him from above. Mosheo raised his head to meet her gaze.
"What is it"
Mosai pursed her lips, frowned slightly, and seemed lost in thought for a moment. Mosheo quietly observed her, waiting for her to speak up. But Mosai didn't know what she should say to him; words that sounded righteous felt weak and ineffective.
"Big Brother, are you unwilling to be my best man"
"You're overthinking it."
"Am I really overthinking it"
"It's you who's overthinking," Mo Yao said indifferently, his gaze focused once again on the magazine. Suddenly, he asked, "It’s just a fashion magazine; why are you so engrossed in reading it."
Mo Xiao Bai was momentarily stunned. He put down the magazine calmly and looked up at Mo Xiao Bai, asking, "What's going on with you lately You either avoid me or treat me like this. What did I do that made you uncomfortable If it’s because of what happened in the garden that day, there’s no need for you to take it seriously; it was just a joke."
Mo Xiao Bai felt as if he couldn't breathe anymore, "It's not about what happened in the garden."
"Then why is it" Mo Yao asked.
Mo Xiao Bai could not answer and simply pursed his lips. Just then, Qijing came over after changing her clothes and hooked onto Mo Xiao Bai’s arm intimately; she had already chosen a dress for herself. Mo Xiao Bai led her to sit beside him. Smiling, Qijing asked, "What's wrong Are you in a bad mood"
Mo Xiao Bai forced out a smile. Qijing didn’t say much more. Mo Yao’s evening gown was simple yet very special; on him, it looked anything but ordinary. Both Wenrui and Wushuang had an acute sense of fashion, so the dress they picked for Mo Yao suited his temperament well. If Mo Xiao Bai's temperament resembled that of a nobleman from the last generation in this world, then Mo Yao’s was like that of a king from the last dynasty. He exuded an aura of imperial dignity and authority, making people look at him with awe.
Mo Xiao Bai was momentarily stunned by how stunning Mo Yao looked. Yeah, it wasn't uncommon to describe Mo Xiao Bai as beautiful, but very rare for Mo Yao; even if he indeed was exceptionally handsome. Mo Yao lacked the delicate features of Mo Xiao Bai and instead had a touch of regal霸氣和深邃，屬於一種大氣的傾國傾城。
Translation of the last sentence: Mo Yao lacked the delicately refined features that Mo Xiao Bai possessed but instead exuded an air of majesty and profundity, a kind of grandeur that made him breathtakingly beautiful.
He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his clothes. Wushuang helped him while tilting her head back and laughing, apparently chatting with Mo Yao; Mo Yao glanced at her, a smile playing on his lips. Mo Xiaobai was itching to know what they were talking about.
From the side, Wenran said enviously, "Senior Wushuang, you two look so... breathtaking that it's even more amazing when you dress up like this. What if I get starstruck"
Moyao looked at her and said, “Go home to stare at Ye Feimo then.”
Wenran pursed her lips. "I've stared at Ye Feimo for too long, so I can't feel starstruck anymore."
She was saying one thing but thinking another; naturally, in her eyes, Ye Feimo was a paragon of beauty, but no matter how she looked at it, he couldn’t compete with Moyao and Mo Xiaobai when it came to looks.
Their standards were entirely different.
Mo Xiaobai approached, saying, “This tuxedo fits the boss perfectly. I’m afraid this best man is about to steal all my limelight.”
Wenran laughed and said, "You two are equally outstanding."
A woman could only feel inferior in front of them.
Moxiao Bai walked up to Moya and returned the courtesy by helping him adjust his necktie. Ji Bing suddenly felt a strange sensation; the atmosphere between Moxiao Bai and Moya was unusual, something she rarely saw in such focused interactions from Xiao Bai.
His long fingers fiddled with the tie, but his eyes were fixed on Moya, who was looking back at him intently. Despite their silence, it felt like they had communicated volumes without words exchanged, a gaze that seemed unusual for brothers to share.
Ji Bing never truly understood Moya; she only knew that Moxiao Bai and Moya were very close. For the sake of Moya, Moxiao Bai could go days without talking to her and prefer staying by his side even when he was injured. At one point, it made her doubt if Moya was a character fabricated by him. Only after learning that he was indeed his elder brother did she feel relieved. She had never spoken much with Moya; he was indifferent towards everyone, including herself.
The Mo family members were generally cold to outsiders. Ji Bing had experienced this before and thus hadn't initiated conversation with Moya, leading her to only know of their good relationship.
Now watching them together, Ji Bing sincerely wondered if brotherly affection could truly be so deep.
The Warmhearted Fanatic's infatuated personality remained unchanged, mainly because the two were exceptionally outstanding.
They were indeed exceptional, especially when in their formal attire and standing side by side; no one could avert their gaze from them. Anyone placed between them would seem superfluous. Knowing they loved each other, people like Warmhearted looked at them with an additional layer of meaning.
A mix of envy and joy.
This kind of look made Ji Bing feel very uncomfortable; she felt out of place in this family and that nobody wanted her there except for Moxiao Bai.ment instead; you can’t afford to offend anyone here."He pointed his finger at Nuan and told her to go over for a drink. Ou Beiting put down his glass of liquor, pointing at Zhuo Bingbing, “You, come...