Chapter 612

ned even redder, almost burning up, and she impatiently hit her head, feeling like a fool.Cheng Ying and Peng Yuming smiled amicably and then chatted with the other actors.Note: Don't misunderstand th...Chapter 612

He was indeed stupid, but he was smarter than many people in the world. Yet from childhood, he had always been the slowest and most foolish among them. So could they gang up to bully him like this

This was his brother, that was his sister; they had set a trap for him like this. Were they so eager to see him suffer and break down Mo Baicao still shudders at the thought of that night. If Big Brother hadn’t stood firm back then, even if he’d made just one move, he would have been dead. The scene played out right before his eyes, and for many nights he had nightmares in which Big Brother was covered in blood as he looked at him, making him wake up drenched in a cold sweat.

And yet this chilling feeling was part of their scheme; they had tricked him. Big Brother and Sister had teamed up to deceive him. That shot had been fired by Sister, just to… Bai’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists tightly. The effort required for restraint made cruel anger cloud his eyes. He stared at Big Brother with a cold and sharp gaze, wishing that he could flay him alive.

This was actually the strategy of self-sacrifice. For all these days, he had taken such meticulous care of him. He’d tried to cheer him up and keep him in high spirits. He’d worried about Big Brother getting cold or hot. Yet it turned out that everything had been a deception. Mo Baicao’s rage knew no bounds; his heart truly hurt.

Betrayal. This was an extremely painful feeling of betrayal, something they all cared most deeply for and feared the most: betrayal by someone close to them. That was how he felt right now.

He wanted to open his mouth and curse them out loud. He’d lost control of himself and didn’t want to understand the full picture of what had happened. When he thought about Big Brother’s affection for him, the purpose behind this injury, when he deliberately hurt himself, and the multiple times that his wounds had reopened, everything suddenly seemed tainted through Bai’s tinted glasses. He already considered Big Brother guilty and even felt that it was deliberate.

Even pulling open his wound had been done on purpose.

"Don’t you think this method is despicable" Mo Baicao spoke without restraint; when people are angry, they don’t want to control their words. And this person was someone he cared about most deeply, so all of his fury poured out. "Isn’t it shameless Have you asked my opinion Did I agree for you to do this Do I want you by my side What were you thinking Why be so cruel to both me and yourself What are you trying to achieve I…"

The moment he started talking, it seemed there was no stopping. However, Little White's self-control was above his consciousness; suddenly, he realized that if he said such sharp words, he and Big Boss would never be able to get along.

He could say that you have nothing to gain from this, I don't like you at all, I only like men, I hate how you use these methods to fight for me, no matter what you do, I won’t ever like you. I love Ji Bing and want to marry him, so please, stop doing these things.

He couldn’t say such things unless he wanted to lose Big Boss forever.

All of them had a bottom line; once it was crossed, there would be no turning back. No matter how much Big Boss loved him, if he said those words today, they wouldn't be able to return to being family or brothers, and not even enemies—they’d completely lose each other.

He felt very angry. How much of this anger was his own, how much was because of Big Boss, and how much was due to others, he couldn’t tell. He had to vent something, but he couldn't say such harsh words to Big Boss; too much anger had taken root in his heart. Mo Xiaobai punched the tempered glass in the bedroom, shattering it with a crisp sound that covered the floor like the wrath inside him.

Moyao squinted at Mo Xiaobai and waited for what he would say next, but to Moyao’s surprise, Mo Xiaobai miraculously stopped talking. He didn’t have the right to speak without considering his words; some things were too ambiguous for him to just blurt out.

"I finally understand why you've always been indifferent towards me over these years," Moyao softly said as Mo Xiaobai looked at him in astonishment. After all those years, Big Boss had never once spoken of his feelings—this was the first time...

Moyao suddenly felt very nervous, extremely so, like when he killed for the first time—a heart racing with tension.

Moyao slowly stood up; he was as tall as Mo Xiaobai but standing up made him seem even more towering, invading every inch of Mo Xiaobai’s space, completely overwhelming Mo Xiaobai and making him feel like Moyao was a god.

Moyao wore an expressionless and calm face as he stared directly into Mo Xiaobai's eyes, saying solemnly, "I love you. Everyone knows this; from the moment I found out, I tried my best to hide it. Later on, when I couldn't hide it anymore, I let things take their natural course. You also know that I love you. You will never understand how important you are to me. No matter what means necessary, I must keep you by my side. All along, I haven’t understood why you can’t fall in love with me. That day we talked heart-to-heart, I thought it was because of your inferiority complex and the distance between us made you feel like you weren't needed, so you couldn't be moved emotionally. It turns out that I was wrong..."

Mo Xiaobai's heart raced with fear. He didn’t understand why this situation had turned into a shocking one instead of him being the one to lose his temper. This was the first time he heard his boss sincerely say 'I love you' to him.

Moyao’s voice was as still as a dead lake, calm and straight like a line, "I have made such huge mistakes that all those reasons don’t matter anymore. It turns out that I couldn't get into your heart because you couldn’t get into mine. You don't understand me. We’ve been brothers for so many years, going through life and death together, fighting battles over thousands of miles, laughing and playing, but it turns out that you never truly understood me, Xiaobai. This is why you can't fall in love with me; I finally realize this."

He curled the corner of his lips into a smile, which almost made Mo Xiaobai pale. He suddenly felt不甘 (resentful), wondering why he was always so calm and could still accuse him so firmly when caught in such matters. Was he wrong

Was it wrong for him to worry and fear Was he mistaken in rejecting this method Should he just watch helplessly as the person fell before him without realizing that it was a conspiracy What logic was this

Moyao's three souls and six bodies seemed to have returned. He coldly laughed, "Boss, I never knew you were so good at arguing. Does all of this mean that everything is my fault You and Sister worked together to bully me, hide things from me, scheme against me; does all of this mean it’s my mistake Have you considered my feelings Do you only think about yourselves Have you ever thought about how I feel Don’t you find your actions too excessive"

Moyao suddenly clenched his fists. Despite his frail body, he fiercely punched Mo Xiaobai with all his strength. The punch was like a slow motion scene as it struck Mo Xiaobai's chest, the fist roaring with wind; Mo Xiaobai couldn’t dodge in time and fell against the wall, knocking over an antique vase nearby that shattered on impact. Moyao's second punch arrived just as Mo Xiaobai turned his head to avoid it, landing beside his ear and almost punching a hole through the wall. Mo Xiaobai was terrified by the killing intent in Moyao’s eyes, a sinister bloodthirsty gaze that momentarily stunned him...

Moyao injured now moved much slower than before; he could have avoided this punch, but why didn’t he Because he never imagined that Moyao would hit him. Mo Xiaobai had an idea that even if everyone else in the world might hit him, Moyao wouldn't.

When they were in Myanmar, once while running through a jungle, his mother was their most twisted instructor; knowing that he feared snakes, she arranged for Xu Nuo to drive millions of snakes after them. Moyao also feared snakes but not as much as Mo Xiaobai did back then, who had been so terrified that his legs were shaking, crawling on the ground while half of the snakes were poisonous. The jungle in Myanmar was filled with venomous snakes, one bite could be fatal.

He ran desperately, running and falling only to be pulled up by Mo Yao to run again. A grenade thrown behind him could explode a pile of snake meat—it was too terrifying. Back then, he was just ten years old, yet she had trained him like this, making his life miserable. Normally, one's limit is to get out of the forest in a day; he and Mo Yao took fifteen hours to run out of the jungle without eating or sleeping. By the time they got out, they were so exhausted that they collapsed by the roadside, not wanting to move even a single finger.

Mo Yao was better off—he had been carrying him on the road to get back before dark. Mo Xiaobai was covered in bruises and injuries from falling, feeling utterly miserable. He mumbled pitifully about how painful it was, still feeling embarrassed when he thought of it now; he had cried terribly at that time.

"It hurts," Mo Xiaobai sobbed, believing his mother would surely punish him since he had been so scared that his legs couldn't move. It was all because Mo Yao had dragged him along or else the snakes would have devoured him alive.

Mo Yao said he would help apply medicine to his wounds.

Miserably, Mo Xiaobai said, "Mom will hit me, Dad will hit me, and my sister will also hit me." He felt that his life was particularly tragic. With a serious tone, Mo Yao responded, “I will never hit you.”

He really kept to his word and had never laid a hand on him.

But today, he did.

Mo Yao's chest rose and fell violently; sweat beaded on his forehead. He didn't know where the pain was coming from as flames ignited in his eyes. Abruptly grabbing Xiaobai by the collar of his shirt, he spoke each word deliberately: "I don’t care about your wishes I don't consider your feelings Mo Yeyan, everyone knows that I love you, but I’ve never said it because I fear that you’ll find me disgusting and discard me. Do you think my heart is so lowly that you can treat me like trash and leave me to rot on the roadside I fear that you will be disgusted by me, reject me, so I never speak of it. Think about it over these years—when have I ever forced or pressured you If I didn’t care for your feelings, you wouldn’t be standing here today. If I didn't take into account what you want, I would’ve told you long ago how I feel. And if you don’t accept me, then yes, I’d break your legs and confine you to my side, clip your wings so that you can never leave the castle; drug you and do whatever I please with you.”rightly on the stage, yet at home, she remained his gentle wife and mother, taking meticulous care of them.One reason was that he had poor digestion and many dietary restrictions; another was that Tia...