CHAPTER 282: A MEAL, A TEASE, AND A TANGLED HONEYMOON

"Did you make this?" Wen Nuan asked, surprised. Starting today, she no longer had to restrict her diet. For the past few days, she could only eat liquids, having been unconscious for so long. Being able to eat a big meal today filled her with joy; she was a true carnivore and had been craving meat. She never expected Mo Xiaobai to bring her seafood pasta; it was incredibly thoughtful. Wen Nuan’s favorable impression of Mo Xiaobai began to soar again.

Mo Wushuang looked at Mo Xiaobai with a half-smile. Mo Xiaobai grinned and said, "My little brother made this. His cooking skills are the best among us, especially traditional Italian dishes; they’re incredibly delicious."

"It looks so appetizing."

"It not only looks good, but it also tastes incredibly flavorful. Try it, and pair it with white wine. Your tolerance for alcohol doesn’t seem very good, so just a little is enough," Mo Xiaobai said. Wen Nuan picked up a fork and began eating the seafood pasta.

Mo Xiaobai opened his mouth, then closed it. "Little Cousin-in-law, is this the traditional way to eat it...?" But never mind, she was probably just craving food.

Mo Wushuang kicked Mo Xiaobai’s foot. "Aren’t you supposed to be running away? Why are you still here?"

Wen Nuan looked up curiously. "Running away from what?"

That term seemed to be exclusively for criminals escaping after a crime. Had he done something terrible?

Mo Xiaobai chuckled. "Little Cousin-in-law, don’t listen to my sister’s nonsense. She means little cousin will beat me up when he wakes up, and she wants me to scram to America. Little Cousin-in-law, you’ll protect me, won’t you?"

Mo Xiaobai blinked his eyes innocently. Wen Nuan nodded. "Don’t worry, he won’t beat you."

"Little Cousin-in-law is the best," Mo Xiaobai said with a mischievous smile. "Is there anything special you want to eat? I’ll have my little brother make it for you; he can cook any cuisine."

To curry favor with his little cousin-in-law, Mo Xiaobai decisively sold out his little brother.

Mo Wushuang’s lips twitched. Wen Nuan said demurely, "How could I trouble him? But, can Mo Chen really cook anything?"

Mo Xiaobai and Mo Wushuang both twitched at the same time. "Little Cousin-in-law, is that your embarrassed expression?"

"You’re just too excited, aren’t you?"

Wen Nuan said, "I want to eat Sichuan cuisine, the spicier the better."

"What’s Sichuan cuisine?"

Wen Nuan: "..." "Didn’t you say he could cook anything?"

Mo Wushuang burst out laughing. Mo Xiaobai’s eye twitched. "Little Cousin-in-law, you have to understand me. I’m only responsible for eating, not for cooking. Fine, I’ll tell little brother to make it for you."

The siblings left and went downstairs to the living room. Mo Wushuang called out to Mo Xiaobai, a hint of a smile flashing in her purple eyes. The smile made Mo Xiaobai’s skin crawl, and he couldn’t help but retreat a few steps. His sister’s smile was too wicked.

"What do you want? I’m your dear brother; you can’t assault me," Mo Xiaobai said, feigning modesty, his eyes as pure as a little Bambi deer, as innocent as could be.

Mo Wushuang smiled and twisted his ear. "Did you partner with Dudi on John’s matter?"

"Ah, it hurts! Sister, my ear’s going to fall off!" Mo Xiaobai wailed. "Gentler, gentler, I don’t know..."

What did that have to do with him?

"Scram! That’s your territory. If you don’t know, who does?"

"Sister, my dear auntie, Big Boss is handling it. I really don’t know. Little Dian is following up; you can ask Little Dian, he might know," Mo Xiaobai said, quickly dodging a few steps while Mo Wushuang was still fuming. His sister’s grip was really strong.

"Xiaobai, are you just sitting around waiting to die? Not handling your own affairs and leaving them to Big Boss?" Mo Wushuang glared at him. This guy was getting more and more out of hand. Big Boss deserved it.

Mo Xiaobai looked innocent. "What does that have to do with me? By the time I wanted to handle it, Big Boss was already halfway done. I’m innocent too! Big Boss is so amazing, handling things for two people. You should be happy."

"You’re the happy one. I’ve never seen Big Boss handle anything for me," Mo Wushuang said with an enchanting smile, leaning closer to Mo Xiaobai. "Hey, kid, that’s enough. Don’t go too far."

Mo Xiaobai looked around blankly, his expression so pure it made one want to pounce on him. "Sister, what are you talking about? I don’t understand. Am I going too far? I don’t think so. Aren’t we being friendly siblings?"

Mo Wushuang eyed him, narrowing her eyes with a half-smile. Mo Xiaobai decisively turned and walked away. Mo Wushuang called out from behind him, "Xiaobai, I’ve noticed you’re becoming more and more tsundere."

Mo Xiaobai snorted, giving a middle finger behind his back.

Tang Shuwen and Chen Xueru had a conflict during their honeymoon because of Zhao Yuning, which completely ruined their trip. Chen Xueru was in a bad mood, and Tang Shuwen was also gloomy. Due to the Zhao Yuning matter, the couple stayed in their room all day and didn’t go out.

Tang Shuwen had originally wanted to take Chen Xueru to Italy, but Chen Xueru was not interested. Tang Shuwen thought he would wait for her mood to calm down a bit before they continued their honeymoon. So, he planned to stay in Paris for a few more days and also promised Chen Xueru not to touch the child. Chen Xueru just nodded, her heart however, was filled with a thousand worries.

Tang Shuwen had promised Chen Xueru not to touch the child, but he hadn’t said a word to Xiaoliu. In his heart, he still wanted to abort the child. Since he had promised Chen Xueru, he would no longer urge Xiaoliu and leave it to fate.

Things had developed to this point; he didn’t need to do anything to make Xueru unhappy.

Even if Zhao Yuning was lucky enough to give birth to the child, it wouldn’t change anything. Chen Xueru was his wife, and Xiaonian was his son. No one could shake that, not even if Xueru herself gave up.

"Tomorrow, let’s go to Provence, then to Rome, and finally home, okay?" Tang Shuwen asked with a smile.

Chen Xueru smiled slightly. "I miss Xiaonian."

"Xueru..."

"I really do miss him. Xiaonian’s not well yet, and we’ve been gone for almost half a month. Why don’t we go back? There’ll be plenty of time to go to Provence and Rome later. When Xiaonian gets better, we can take him traveling with us," Chen Xueru said, her tone gentle.

Tang Shuwen looked at her deeply. Chen Xueru smiled and said softly, "Don’t look at me like that. I really just miss my son."

"Okay, we’ll go back tomorrow." Tang Shuwen stood up and turned to leave. Chen Xueru watched his retreating back, her heart aching. Shuwen must be very angry.

She could tell she had angered him.

But if they continued their honeymoon, neither of them would be comfortable. It was better to go back.

Perhaps going back would change their mood. Thinking of Zhao Yuning’s child, she inexplicably felt an urgent desire to return to her son’s side. Originally, they had planned to play for half a month and then leave.

They just hadn’t expected to get so hooked on their travels that they decided to extend it by another half month.