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ch of self-mockery and irony, but said nothing. Cheng Anya felt her heart grow cold.warm freed herself from Cheng Anya's grasp, turned away, and looked out the window at the blue sky and white clouds,...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the CEO Finale 869

Moyao and Mo Xiaobai spent a day at the hotel club, working out, swimming, playing bowling. Recently, Moyao has been enjoying this leisurely lifestyle, relaxing both physically and mentally. Mo Xiaobai accompanied him in several activities.

While resting, Mo Xiaobai asked Moyao, "Brother, why is Fei Mary still in Rome Shouldn't she return to C Country She's dealing with the Mafia and her business Ghost Face. What does she come here for"

"I don't know." Moyao said indifferently, his tone flat. "After we parted that day, I haven’t contacted her."

Moxiaobai raised an eyebrow; indeed it seemed so. Fei Mary appeared to be a proud woman who wouldn’t entangle herself with Moyao, thus if he says he hasn’t seen her, then she truly hasn't been around. Or perhaps...

Back then Wu Shuang often went to London not because of Mafia affairs but simply due to Caca being there; she merely wanted to be in the same city as him, occasionally having coffee or meals together and feeling content with just seeing each other.

The significance this city held for her was different since it contained someone she loved. Perhaps Rome holds a similar importance for Fei Mary as London does for Wu Shuang.

She must really like Moyao, right

Moxiaobai felt somewhat proud; his brother truly was the best and thus everyone with good taste would fancy her. He just didn’t understand why he had been so hesitant back then, so repulsed, wasting such a long time.

Now, he looks at Mo Yao with even greater affection, finding him more and more perfect, irreplaceable.

The only regret is that Mo Yao has lost his memory. But in Mo Xiaobai's view, this isn't a big deal either; what matters most is having the person by one’s side. It was better than going through a year of intense longing and despair, with nothing but the sound of explosions replaying over and over again, pushing him to the brink of sanity.

"Brother, let's go try on our tuxedos this afternoon," Mo Xiaobai said as he wiped his sweat with a towel. Mo Yao nodded; Wu Wuchang and Kaka’s wedding was fast approaching, and their tuxedos had been made.

Thinking about being best men brought to mind an incident from a year ago when Mo Xiaobai was getting married: He had been the best man. On that day, something happened to him, leading to the cancellation of the wedding, and they never ended up getting married, even breaking up eventually. Sometimes he wondered if things would have turned out differently if nothing had gone wrong on that day—he might have attended the ceremony as Mo Xiaobai’s best man, while Mo Xiaobai and Ji Bing would now be a couple.

Was this how one showed love for someone

Sometimes he was confused; neither Shen Yi nor Ye Wei had explained to him what happened back then. They only mentioned briefly that Mo Xiaobai was planning his wedding and that he had been the best man, but didn’t go into details. He himself was also at a loss and doubted whether Mo Xiaobai’s feelings were genuine. Even though things seemed fine now, there remained an unresolved issue.

One couldn't ignore it.

Moe Xiaobai had no idea what Mo Yao was thinking about; he simply wanted to make him happy. But Mo Yao thought that maybe he should ask Mo Xiaobai about his past.

But what if asking Mo Xiaobai made things more complicated

So both of them fell silent, each going to the bathroom to freshen up and change into their own clothes. Mo Yue finished first and went to wait for Mo Baibai in the hallway. The moment he sat down, the elevator door opened, and out stepped a little gentleman around five or six years old wearing a small white suit. With features as delicate as they could be and an air of refined elegance about him, he looked soft and innocent yet possessed an uncommon maturity for a child.

What attracted Mo Yue most was the boy's beautiful purple eyes and his appearance... which bore a striking resemblance to young Mo Baibai, with seven or eight out of ten similarities. When grown up, Mo Baibai didn't look very much like he did as a child in photographs. He had gone through the family photo album and noticed that around age 8, Mo Baibai's looks were almost identical to this child’s, except that back then Mo Baibai always smiled brightly in photos whereas this boy was quiet and refined, seldom smiling.

A little treasure who looked like Mo Baibai and had the unique purple eyes of the Mo family gave Mo Yue a jolt. He nearly dropped his phone from how stunned he felt.

He looked too much alike.

The child emerged from the elevator looking a bit lost, somewhat aimlessly scanning every corner of the lobby without crying like other lost children usually would. He quietly observed his surroundings; Mo Yue found this behavior admirable and could tell that he had been well-bred with highly educated parents who raised such composed children. Despite being clearly lost, he remained eerily calm. Though a bit scared, he kept a straight face—unless you paid close attention, it was impossible to tell he was lost. He slowly walked over, climbed onto the sofa, and sat down calmly.

As Mo Yue got closer, his scrutiny intensified.

The resemblance seemed even more striking.

They were like carbon copies of each other; blood ties indeed led to strange coincidences that prompted involuntary associations. Mo Yue couldn’t help but recall what he had read online about Ye Yan being an international star whose profile was filled with articles detailing how Mo Baibai was a playboy who dated different women daily and had numerous scandals.

Perhaps, this was the child from some part of his forgotten past.

This idea made Mo Yue very uncomfortable.

Yet, he couldn't hate the child before him, who was delicately dressed in powder-like attire, clearly flustered but pretending to be mature and calm.

The little one noticed that Mo Yue had been staring at him. He slowly turned his face toward Mo Yue, looking at him with an expression of seriousness, coolly like he wasn't a child. Mo Yue thought if it were any ordinary child, they might ask what he was looking at or where the child got lost and needed help getting back home. But this little boy just looked at him quietly, clearly, and calmly.

He didn't speak, remaining composed and collected.

Mo Yue was a mafia don; even if his memory had been erased, he still carried that dark aura. The hotel's concierge manager wouldn't dare to look directly into Mo Yue’s eyes, but Xinsi Little Treasure stared at him unwaveringly.

Seeming as though he wanted to overwhelm you with his aura. But then he realized that his own aura wasn’t strong enough to intimidate Mo Yue, so Xinsi Little Treasure changed his approach and turned his head away, looking expressionlessly toward the hotel lobby entrance.

Mo Yue asked, "Little one, which floor do you live on Did you get lost"

Xinsi glanced at him sideways before turning back to look elsewhere without answering Mo Yue. Mo Yue thought silently to himself that it was rare for him to initiate a conversation with a child, and now the kid ignored him

I've found a new place to move into tomorrow. I'll be writing and updating as I go; there should be around 8000 words today, catching up on yesterday's...oles in what an entertainer said. This way, they had something to sell and write about, such as scandals or gossip. Yet, they were shrewd enough to mask their true intentions.As a newcomer, Wenran had...