They remained in that position for quite a while before Mo Yichen finally pulled away, looking thoroughly satisfied.
Bai Nanxing didn’t dare look up at him. He kept his head bowed, his body trembling slightly, looking no different from a frightened little rabbit.
He wasn’t entirely ignorant of the Mo family’s affairs. During his part-time job at the bar, the gossip he heard most often revolved around the Mos.
To put it bluntly, the Mo family was undoubtedly the elite among the elite, but that didn’t stop their hands from being stained with blood. There was no conflict between the two.
Furthermore, Bai Nanxing needed to find a backer—someone stronger than Bai Yi. Otherwise, in the end, not only would he fail to escape, but he would also lose himself in the process.
For this reason, Bai Nanxing had inquired with the bar patrons about news regarding the Mo family. However, those who knew anything were few and far between, or rather, they knew almost nothing at all.
Bai Nanxing didn’t know why this was the case, but he vaguely guessed it had something to do with the Mo family’s methods, which ensured no one dared to wag their tongues outside.
Mo Yichen’s current reaction confirmed that his guesses back then were correct.
The whole family were lunatics.
Lunatics masquerading as human beings!
Seeing Bai Nanxing spacing out again, Mo Yichen reached out and pinched his chin, forcing Bai Nanxing to look him in the eye. “Xingxing is truly beautiful. If you only looked at me, you’d be even more beautiful.”
Bai Nanxing’s breathing instantly became labored. His chin stung from Mo Yichen’s grip, but he didn’t dare struggle, only able to let out whimpering sounds. “So… sorry!”
Before long, the corners of his eyes began to redden. He looked even more pitiful and lovely.
Mo Yichen felt strangely excited. Seeing Bai Nanxing shivering in his arms was more exhilarating than anything else.
Perhaps because the pressure was too heavy, Bai Nanxing was in enough pain for a tear to fall, landing right on the back of Mo Yichen’s hand. Feeling the icy drop, Mo Yichen finally let go, followed by a facade of gentle comfort. “You start crying just from a little pinch? Why are you such a crybaby?”
Bai Nanxing choked out, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Mo Yichen wanted to say more, but the butler approached at that moment. “Eldest Young Master, the Master wants you to return.”
It was likely to discuss something important. As the heir to the Mo family, Mo Yichen certainly couldn’t be absent from such an occasion.
“I understand,” Mo Yichen said to the butler. “Nanxing isn’t feeling well. Have someone brew some tea for him.”
The butler glanced at Bai Nanxing and complied. “Yes, Eldest Young Master.”
Mo Yichen turned and left.
Bai Nanxing’s chin was still throbbing. He couldn’t stop a few more tears from welling up, his eyes rimmed with red, so he could only wipe them away with his hand.
The butler thought he had been scolded to tears by Mo Yichen and initially wanted to offer a few words of comfort. But remembering Mo Yichen’s temperament, he held back. “Master Nanxing, may I ask where you are feeling unwell? There is a private doctor at the manor who can take a look.”
There was no need for a doctor. Bai Nanxing wasn’t a pretentious person, but the fever was indeed uncomfortable. He needed time to rest properly, and he didn’t know when he could leave.
“Thank you, Butler. But I don’t think a doctor is necessary. I’m just a bit dizzy. Could I trouble you to take me to a room to rest?” Bai Nanxing decided to play up his illness today. At least that way, he wouldn’t have to go to the main hall to deal with those people’s attitudes—though he was actually sick to begin with.
The butler saw that his complexion was indeed poor and didn’t look faked, so he led Bai Nanxing to a guest room in the old manor to rest.
Until lunchtime, Bai Nanxing stayed alone and quiet in the guest room, scrolling through his phone.
Yan Mo had sent him n-number of WeChat messages, no two were the same. Seeing no reply, he was so anxious he almost wanted to call the police.
I’m still alive, no need to call the police.
Waaaah, I thought they did something to you! It’s good that you’re still alive!
I want to come back and find you.
Really? Then come back!
If I dared to sneak back now, you probably wouldn’t see me ever again.
Why?!
Why else? If he dared to sneak away now, Bai Yi wouldn’t even need to take his life—the Mo family would just cripple him directly. Moreover, Mo Yuncheng was there right now. How suicidal would he have to be to even consider doing that?
My future father-in-law is here. If I sneak back, he might break my legs on the spot.
Ah?! Is it that serious?!
Yan Mo lay on his bed, lamenting the ruthlessness of the elite. But thinking about the fact that it was the Mo family, it didn’t seem that strange after all.
Then how do you have time to message me now?
What do you think?
I knew it, I’m your favorite! Have you eaten yet? It’s almost noon
Not yet, I’m starving to death.
Then, then, then what should we do?! Should I order takeout for you?
Are you planning to deliver it yourself?
Forget takeout—at the Mo manor, not even a bird could fly in without permission. If he could order takeout, he wouldn’t have gone since morning without eating a single thing.
Bai Nanxing strongly suspected his dizziness was due to a hypoglycemic episode, but there was nothing to eat here. He surely wouldn’t faint from hunger again, would he?
He slumped over the table, feeling his head spin violently. He lifted his eyelids to scan the room, but there was no food in sight, let alone snacks.
My low blood sugar is acting up.
Yan Mo knew about Bai Nanxing’s hypoglycemia. Once, when he hadn’t had time for dinner, he had almost fainted in the dorm, which had given Yan Mo quite a scare.
Is there absolutely nothing to eat near you?! No, wait—this is the great Mo family, is there really not even a morsel of food for guests?!
Who knows, maybe they’re just stingy.
Stingy? Doesn’t the Mo family claim to be the elite among elites? They won’t even provide a little food for a guest? What kind of elite is that! If it comes down to it, just go ask them directly. Better to live in shame than die of hunger!
You’re right…
Bai Nanxing wanted to chat with Yan Mo a bit longer, but he heard the sound of someone pushing the door open.
Someone’s coming, talk to you later.
Bai Nanxing put his phone back in his pocket and stood up, preparing to see who it was.
He thought that even if his low blood sugar was acting up, he could hold on until lunch. As it turned out, he had overestimated his body’s endurance.
The moment he turned, his vision went black. His entire body collapsed directly toward the door.
He thought to himself that this was bad. Every guest room in the Mo manor had steps; if he fell like this, he might end up with a concussion.
However, unexpectedly, he fell onto something solid. It was like cotton, somewhat soft.
“Are you planning to skip the seduction and go straight to throwing yourself into my arms?”
Hearing that familiar voice, Bai Nanxing, who was on the verge of passing out, cleared his head slightly. He suddenly snapped his eyes open and propped himself up to look. It was Mo Leyang.
Now he really wouldn’t be able to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
“Apo… apologies, Third Young Master. I didn’t mean it that way.”
Bai Nanxing tried to push himself off Mo Leyang’s chest, but his low blood sugar was so severe that the moment he moved, his vision blacked out again and he fainted outright.
Mo Leyang’s face darkened instantly. “If you don’t get up now, I don’t mind calling everyone over so they can admire your posture while throwing yourself at me.”
Bai Nanxing didn’t respond.
Mo Leyang’s expression soured even further. He intended to shove the person away forcefully, but upon grabbing Bai Nanxing’s shoulders, he realized the man had truly fainted. “…”
Bai Nanxing had no idea what happened after that.
He only heard people talking in his ear in a daze. When he opened his eyes, Mo Leyang was sitting beside him, and a glucose drip was hanging over his head.
“You’re awake?”
Bai Nanxing found it unbelievable. “Why is it you?”
Mo Leyang smiled and stood up from his chair, slowly walking to the bedside. He then grabbed Bai Nanxing’s chin, leaned down, and sneered, “What? It’s not my big brother, are you very disappointed?”
Bai Nanxing was too dizzy and weak to push him away. He didn’t know what was wrong with the Mo family—why they all loved pinching chins so much. “Third Young Master, you are overthinking.”
Mo Leyang didn’t believe that line at all. He said, “I saw everything.”
Bai Nanxing had no idea what he was talking about. Perhaps because of the illness, he felt Mo Leyang was currently like a fly, buzzing around and making his head throb.
Mo Leyang continued, “In the back garden, you and my big brother were kissing.”
Mo Yichen and Bai Nanxing weren’t the only ones who had gone out; Mo Leyang had followed them. He had wanted to see what Mo Yichen would do, but he hadn’t expected to see the two of them kissing. From the angle at the back, it certainly looked that way.
Bai Nanxing didn’t know how to explain it. At this point, explaining would seem like a cover-up, so he simply said nothing. “Third Young Master, are you jealous?”
“Jealous?” Mo Leyang sneered. “I’m just curious whether my brother has truly developed feelings for you or if he’s just playing a part in a deep-affection drama. You don’t actually think he’d have any real thoughts about you, do you?”
He didn’t need to be reminded of that. Bai Nanxing knew very well that in the world of the elite, there was no such thing as deep affection—it was all just acting.
Bai Nanxing didn’t refute him. He had no interest in discussing this with Mo Leyang; it was pointless.
But the more he acted this way, the more energized Mo Leyang became.
“Playing the ostrich, are we?” Mo Leyang said. “Since you like him so much, I’ll give you a secret for free. That big brother of mine… he’s had someone in his heart for a long time. They’ve been together for ages. And you? You’re the third party sticking your foot in.”
Was he a third party…
—”To even covet someone else’s boyfriend, a mistress’s son really is just another homewrecker. Truly disgusting!”
Bai Nanxing could no longer remember how many people had said that to him. Maybe the thousandth? Whatever. It didn’t matter if there was one more. Perhaps in the corners he couldn’t see, everyone thought that.
It clearly wasn’t his fault, so why was it always like this?
He really should hate Bai Yi. If Bai Yi hadn’t stopped him back then, he could have been reincarnated by now and wouldn’t have to endure other people’s cold stares.
The person who deserved to die most was, indeed, Bai Yi.
Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, Mo Leyang knew he had poked Bai Nanxing’s most painful spot again. He let go of Bai Nanxing with satisfaction, then narrowed his eyes and smiled. “No need to thank me.”