Chapter 609:

rves," Ji Bing replied coldly and indifferently. "It doesn’t kill me, just gives me headaches and dizziness sometimes."“Don't you want to know anything about your past Don't you care who you are”"No!"...Chapter 609

Ji Bing didn't know why she had such a strong sense of crisis, but it was just strange, inexplicably arising. They say women's intuition is very accurate; she didn't know if her own intuition was also accurate.

Because she knew herself to be sensitive and suspicious, lacking security. If Mo Baixue ignored her for a day, she would worry about losing him and wonder if he no longer liked her. She always had strange thoughts in her head that she didn't know where they came from. This sense of crisis wasn't the first time but it was the most serious.

Ji Bing also sighed and mocked herself. What did this mean Other people can be close with their brothers, yet she gets jealous. She couldn’t figure out what kind of emotion this was, but there really was a strong sense of crisis that made her very uneasy.

Especially regarding the newspaper incident, seeing another side to Bai, from his expression one could see how much he cared about the injured man. His eyes were filled with him, full and no one else would fit in.

The GQ news was always reliable since he was an international star; most of the entertainment gossip magazines had reliable information and wouldn’t make things up out of thin air. If they could write such a news report, it must have been based on something true, which was Bai’s close relationship with his brother. She felt strange but didn't know where this feeling came from.

Pike could only comfort her to calm down and wait a few days until everything returned to normal.

Ji Bing could do nothing else.

Other than that, she had no better solution.

Bai played around for a while and then happily brought up the porridge he had simmered for several hours as a midnight snack for Mo Yao. He told him how good it was and how delicious the taste was. Seeing the steaming hot porridge with its fragrant aroma, some shredded ginger floating on top of it, Mo Yao's lips curled upwards slightly, his eyes full of joy. Bai was right; he took good care of him.

Bai said, "This porridge is very fragrant. I asked Aunt Rongyan how to make it and she taught me. She said the taste is especially great. You should try it. If you like it, I’ll make more tomorrow."

Seeing the fragrantly steaming bone broth in the bowl, Mo Yao's expression softened; this heartless kid was sometimes very touching.

Just as he was about to eat, Bai’s phone rang. It was his other phone that had just been charged and wasn’t turned off yet. Seeing it was Ji Bing who called, he hurriedly picked up the call. Damn it, these past few days he was busy taking care of his boss; he forgot about Ji Bing. She would be worrying unnecessarily if left alone. He cursed himself for being careless, so when answering the phone, his tone softened as he walked out.

Who knew that this wasn’t a call from Ji Bing but Pike.

"Bai, come to the hospital once. A burglar broke into Ji Bing’s home and injured her; she is lying in the hospital right now. You should go see her because she was so scared." Pike's voice was filled with worry; Bai looked serious.

“How is she Is she hurt How bad is it Which hospital” He asked a series of questions, his tone very urgent. Hearing this, Pike thought to himself, he really cared about Ji Bing.

"She isn't badly hurt; just hit her head. The doctor said it’s only minor brain concussion and not serious, but needs observation at the hospital. She wants to see you, so come over as soon as possible." Pike was nearly urging him. Hearing that Ji Bing wasn’t seriously injured, Bai put his mind at ease. He hung up and thought about how to tell Mo Yao. As he entered the room, Mo Yao looked up; his gaze was cold as usual with no indication of emotion.

Bai felt an inexplicable odd feeling, as if leaving like this would be betraying his boss. But Ji Bing was in the hospital and he needed to go see her; he couldn’t afford to think about it much.

Trying to ease the tone of voice, "Boss, I need to leave for a while. A friend went into the hospital, so I need to check on him. Can you manage by yourself"

It should be fine; although she was injured, this place is very secluded and no one would come looking here. He just needed to go to the hospital to see Ji Bing for a few hours before returning home to take care of his boss as usual. Mo Yao stared at him straight on, Bai feeling somewhat uncomfortable under that gaze.

He knew it wasn’t right; he shouldn't have left his severely injured boss in the middle of the night and be gone for several hours. It really wasn’t acceptable. But what could he do Ji Bing was in the hospital. He could only ask a few brothers to guard the villa while he went, and they would call him if anything happened.

When Leader looked at him so coldly, he felt extremely uncomfortable as if being seen through. This feeling was terrible.

"Understood." Mo Baixue thought that the leader would ask who had been injured and why it was important enough to make him leave for several hours while his injury hadn't healed yet. However, the leader didn't ask anything, which made Mo Baixue feel even guiltier. When Ji Bing asked who was so important back when he was in Bali, the leader never said a word. This blocked up Baixue's heart even more; he hurriedly bid him goodnight and left.

The blockage in his heart was worse than his concern for Ji Bing at the hospital. Didn't the leader like him Hadn't he loved him for over ten years Then why did everything feel so indifferent to him, as if nothing mattered at all Whatever Baixue wanted to do, the leader would let him go without asking any questions or caring about it, not even out of jealousy. Was this how a lover should act His father's mood would turn sour without his mother for just one day. If she dared leave in the middle of the night while he was injured, his father would make a scene until everything collapsed. However, Mo Yao didn't do anything like that; he simply said "I understand."

Yes, I understand.

How simple this phrase was—it conveyed nothing at all. While sitting in the car and starting it up, Baixue's anger couldn’t be suppressed no matter how hard he tried to push it away. He kept thinking about it over and over again. He then tortured himself, asking what kind of reaction he wanted from the leader. Did he want him not to leave Would a man like his leader really say something like "Don't go" or "Stay with me" It was impossible. Even if the leader did ask for him to stay, would he actually do it and not visit Ji Bing at the hospital

Oh… Mo Baixue almost instantly wanted to tell himself yes; he wouldn’t stay behind even if the leader asked him to. However, he hesitated: Would he really go back if the leader did ask

He found that he wasn't sure. From young until now, he had never been able to resist his leader's words—the moment the leader said east, Baixue wouldn’t dare say west.

The car drove past a road; Mo Baixue suddenly remembered something and turned back towards the villa. The porridge in the kitchen was still being heated up, but it wasn't correct to call it "heated," as the flame was small. It would take a long time for him to go back and forth from the hospital, so by the time he returned, the porridge would have ruined itself. He didn’t want any accidents to happen; if gas leaked while the leader was upstairs sleeping, the consequences could be disastrous. So Mo Baixue hurriedly braked and turned the car around, heading towards the villa.

He first went back to turn off the stove.

The lights were still on when he returned; it had become a routine for him. Previously, when he came alone, everything was cold and dark. Now that there was always light, his heart felt warm sometimes when he walked home with the leader in the evening.

Once inside the door, Mo Baixue went to the kitchen and turned off the stove. Just as he was about to leave again, a sharp sound came from upstairs, like something being broken. Panicked, Mo Baixue rushed up the stairs, eager to get to his leader's bedroom. As soon as he entered, he saw Leader’s hands covered in scalding porridge—his bowl had been knocked and thrown away. He was struggling to get out of bed, his forehead drenched with sweat.

"Leader!" Mo Baixue called out in surprise, running over quickly. He grabbed a towel from nearby and wiped off the porridge on Leader’s hand; it was scalding hot, covering his hands entirely. His hand back was red and swollen as if about to swell up. Mo Baixue hurriedly fetched an ice pack downstairs and pressed it against Leader's hand with care, unable to help but reprimanding him, "What happened Why did you get burned"

Mo Yao seemed genuinely surprised that he had returned; however, the feeling passed quickly as he replied coolly, "I didn't hold it steady enough. It was too hot and fell."

Muddled with anger and frustration, Baixue thought: Not holding onto something properly resulted in this mess, truly a terrible thing.

The porridge covering his hand was essentially the same as being scalded by boiling water; even worse, since it stuck to his skin, the temperature was higher than that of hot water.

"Does it hurt" he asked anxiously.

Mo Yao replied without any pressure in his voice, "It doesn't hurt."

Muttering beside him, Mo Baixue suddenly heard Leader open his eyes and say, “You really nag.”

Baixue was annoyed; he nags because of whom Forget it, no need to take everything so seriously. You have to be patient with a patient, yes, patience is needed. He clenched his fist in determination inside his heart.

Mo Yao closed his eyes again; Mo Baixue being smart scared him as he feared that Baixue would figure something out. He started feeling if he was being too... pathetic.

This porridge had been intentionally knocked over by him. Even when sick, he could still hear the noise downstairs and knew when Bai Xue came back and left again; therefore, he deliberately overturned the bowl of hot porridge onto his hand so that it would cover his hand, only to be wiped off later on purpose, making the scalding pain more intense and realistic.

He really did feel degraded for using the tactic of self-harm to make Xiao Bai stay.

This was so sad. Even whether he could keep Xiao Bai around was still a question. After dealing with his injuries, wouldn't he just leave What was the point of overturning the porridge and scalding himself Was it just to prove how important he was—more important than that woman Would Xiao Bai stay for him

Moyao sneered. He wanted to refute this, but didn’t know how to do so. So what if he had scalded himself Xiao Bai would still leave. In Xiao Bai’s heart, the other person was much more important than him; a single phone call and he’d be summoned over, while he had to resort to such despicable means just to make that person stay for ten extra minutes.

Moyao deeply felt that there was no point to his life at this stage. Yet why did he still feel willing to do so Even if it meant staying an additional few minutes, he would still want to do so.

Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai, you truly are my heartache and poison.

I will never be cured of this in my lifetime.

Look at me; I even resorted to such a clumsy tactic for your sake. Now I’ve become like a woman, making all these scenes just to get him to stay—how degraded is that

The moment he heard Xiao Bai’s return, he thought of doing this and went ahead with it, but now he regretted it. He shouldn’t have done so; really, he should not have let himself go to such lengths.

Never mind, regretting it is useless anyway.

Moyao was no hypocrite; if Xiao Bai didn’t want to go to the hospital, Moyao wouldn’t say anything. Unless Xiao Bai wanted to go and said so, then he would not stop him from making his own decision.

After icing it for a while, Moyao discovered that his burn was serious. There was no choice but to take medicine and apply it on the wound. Although Moyao wanted to refuse, this wasn’t his goal in the first place; why should he refuse Therefore, Moyao didn’t stop Xiao Bai from applying the ointment, and ended up wrapping it like two buns.

He was right before him, with his head lowered as he handled the injury for him. His body was right there in front of him, and the collar of his shirt was wide open, revealing a smooth expanse of skin at his clavicle that looked delicate and alluring. He had tilted his head back slightly, exposing a section of white neck with its graceful curve tempting Moyao to imagine kissing it.

If he moved forward just an inch more, his lips would touch Xiao Bai’s skin.

It was sure to be a wonderful sensation.

Moyao smiled bitterly and swallowed several times as he looked away. He didn’t want to lose face in front of Xiao Bai; he couldn’t afford that.

Xiao Bai seemed to have no reaction, only looking up after Moyao had bandaged the wound carefully. He glanced at his boss once before tidying up the room. In a short while, it was done and he changed the sheets thankfully without getting them dirty; fortunately there were two sets of bedding.

He didn’t ask anything, and neither did Moyao say anything; they behaved as if no words needed to be exchanged between them at all. Moyao felt that Xiao Bai might have seen through this tactic, and would surely mock him in his heart if he had.

So, was it because of this degradation that he resorted to such a clumsy tactic He truly wanted to slap himself.

He wanted to grab hold of Xiao Bai and ask what exactly he wanted.

What did you want, something I can’t give you

Xiao Bai’s phone rang again. He left the room, went downstairs, and finally answered the call. It was Parker calling him to ask when he would be at the hospital. Moyao asked, "Has Ji Bing fallen asleep

"She fell asleep and then woke up. I told her you were coming over, but she said she'd wait for you. Where are you now" Pike asked. Mo Baixue smiled lightly and said softly, "Give the phone to Ji Bing; I'll talk with him."

Pike nodded and handed the phone to Ji Bing. Ji Bing took it and asked with a smile, "Baixue, do you really want to come over I'll wait for you."

That cool voice was one he enjoyed listening to, even becoming obsessed with it. He liked this tone, just like his leader's. But now her tone held laughter and was much softer.

Moe Baixue asked, "How did the thief get into your house Shouldn't you have locked the door"

Ji Bing said, "It was an open window; I forgot to close it. The thief entered through there and tried to steal things. When I argued with him over the stolen items, he pushed me down, and I fainted. Some jewelry and cash are missing."

Moe Baixue couldn't help but scold him, "If things were lost, give them to him if that's what he wants, why did you argue Luckily it wasn’t serious; otherwise, how would you have handled a severe injury"

Ji Bing tried to appease her, saying, "It’s okay, it’s just a minor injury. Don't worry."

Moe Baixue sighed lightly; she still felt he hadn’t protected himself well enough. Ji Bing was very aggrieved but didn’t intend to dwell on this topic. He asked, "Everything is quiet where you are. Are you driving Pike mentioned that you left half an hour ago and should have arrived."

Moe Baixue felt a bit guilty; he didn't know how to tell Ji Bing the truth. Sensing something amiss, Ji Bing inquired, "You're not coming over"

Moe Baixue said, "Ji Bing, I'm truly sorry. My brother had an accident; I can’t leave him alone at home today. Would it be okay if I visit you tomorrow morning I promise to come."

Ji Bing didn't respond. Moe Baixue thought that Ji Bing wasn't severely injured, so his absence wouldn't matter much since Pike was there and he felt secure about leaving him alone. However, at home, there were no others; calling someone to guard the place wouldn’t help in taking care of his leader.

He genuinely worried about this.

"Really"

"Of course it's true. He was injured," Moe Baixue said.

Ji Bing sadly replied, "Baixue, your brother got hurt, but I also got hurt. I'm afraid and need someone to be with me too. Why can't you come to be with me" His brother had been injured for several days now; why did he still worry so much

"Ji Bing, I’ll see you tomorrow morning."

"You just said you were coming over but didn’t in the end. You don't have to come anymore. I don't want to see you. Baixue, what do you think of me Do I mean anything to you as your girlfriend Am I someone you can live without When my brother got hurt, you ignored me; when I got injured and needed your company in the hospital, you also didn’t care about me. What am I to you What place do I have in your heart" Ji Bing was heartbroken and nearly screamed out these words before hanging up the phone, not wanting to listen to Moe Baixue's explanation. Moe Baixue didn't feel like explaining either.

How could he tell Ji Bing that his brother was a mafia boss If left alone at home, what if enemies came looking for him and hurt him Could he explain to Ji Bing how much his brother cared about him, making him completely obedient, blind following his every wish without question Why couldn't he say it

He couldn’t.

Moe Baixue could only swallow this down.

Lying back on the sofa, Moe Baixue thought about Ji Bing's words: what did he think of him He smiled bitterly; why would Ji Bing ask such a question when he had always cherished and protected herMoyao’s voice sounded like still water, calm and straight as a line, "I was so wrong. None of that is an excuse for my actions. It turns out I can’t get into your heart because you can’t get into mine...