CHAPTER 291: HEALING JOURNEY

Wen Nuan pointed at Ye Feimo in confusion. Mo Xiaobai desperately wanted to rush over and cover Wen Nuan’s mouth, but with Ye Feimo nearby, he didn’t dare. Wen Nuan pointed at Ye Feimo for a long moment, then blinked at Mo Xiaobai, who looked crestfallen.

Mo Chen also understood, his mouth slightly agape. Mo Yao, seeing the strange expressions on their faces, narrowed his eyes. What had those two said to Wen Nuan this time? Ye Feimo asked, "What do you want to say?"

Wen Nuan turned her head. Mo Xiaobai had already decisively aimed for the exit and made a swift escape. Wen Nuan suddenly blurted out, "You play mahjong?"

When Mo Wushuang said the Mo brothers took turns streaking, Wen Nuan knew Mo Xiaobai must have lied, fabricating the story about Feimo streaking. Wen Nuan stifled a laugh. No wonder she couldn’t picture Ye Feimo streaking; he was truly unique. They were certainly skilled at concocting stories, and she had actually believed them. It turned out it was the three brothers who were beaten by Ye Feimo into streaking. The thought made Wen Nuan inwardly cheer; it was genuinely hilarious.

However, seeing how pathetic Mo Xiaobai looked, she decided not to bully him anymore.

Listening to their conversation, it seemed he had been bullied by Ye Feimo since childhood, so Wen Nuan decisively changed the subject and asked about mahjong. Mo Xiaobai thanked his lucky stars; his little cousin-in-law was truly clever.

Mo Yao remained expressionless. Ye Feimo asked, "You play?"

"Yes."

Mo Wushuang clapped her hands. "Perfect! Let’s start a game. It’s been a long time."

Mo Xiaobai immediately stood up and stretched his neck. "I’m going to the bathroom."

He swiftly slipped away.

Mo Chen also immediately stood up, following him. "Xiaobai, wait for me! Let’s go together."

Wen Nuan stifled a laugh. So Ye Feimo was so good at mahjong that he could scare them away. What Wen Nuan didn’t know was that ever since that time they were beaten into streaking, they hadn’t played mahjong with Ye Feimo. After all, there were four of them in their family, just enough for a table.

"Those two, what a disgrace," Mo Wushuang shook her head. Mo Yao also shook his head helplessly.

Ye Feimo and Wen Nuan stayed at the Mo family’s residence for over ten days. Wen Nuan’s scars faded considerably. Although not completely gone, they no longer affected her appearance. The ointment would completely eliminate them after another month of application.

The gunshot wound on her shoulder had almost completely healed, leaving only a faint mark. Relatively speaking, Ye Feimo’s recovery was slower. She recovered in ten days, while Ye Feimo took a few more. Although it was fine for him to board a plane, Wen Nuan insisted on waiting until he was fully recovered before they left.

During this time, Ye Feimo accompanied her on more tours of Rome. Mo Xiaobai and Mo Chen explicitly said they were providing protection, but they were actually just third wheels. Ye Feimo wished he could kick them away, but Wen Nuan didn’t mind.

"Why aren’t you two helping Mo Yao with the Mafia’s affairs, just loafing around all day?" Ye Feimo genuinely couldn’t stand it. Firstly, they were truly too much of a nuisance. Secondly, Mo Yao was truly unfortunate; he was only born two minutes before Mo Chen, yet almost all the Mafia’s affairs fell on him, and he worked tirelessly without complaint.

All the bloody and dangerous matters of the Mafia were handled by him and Wushuang, especially Mo Yao. Mo Chen and Mo Xiaobai, those two, were so idle it made one want to punch them. It wasn’t that they were incapable; they were just too carefree with a capable leader. How could they bear it?

Mo Chen said, "We’re protecting you two."

"Not needed!"

"Big Boss said he can handle it himself," Mo Xiaobai said.

Ye Feimo scoffed. "Handle it himself, yes, Mo Yao can certainly handle it himself, but he just sleeps seven or eight fewer hours a day. I’m telling you, as his younger brothers, why don’t you help him share the burden? Wasn’t the last near-accident due to lack of rest and slow reactions? Mo Yao escaping by chance once doesn’t mean he’ll always be so lucky. Do you think people are made of iron? Don’t wait until something happens to regret it."

It was rare for Ye Feimo to say so much about matters unrelated to himself. Mo Chen and Mo Xiaobai exchanged glances, then looked away. Ye Feimo snorted coldly. Wen Nuan hurriedly intervened, "Alright, alright, we’re going back. We won’t go out today."

Mo Xiaobai looked at their retreating backs and asked Mo Chen in confusion, "Little brother, were we being too much?"

"Apparently, a little..." Mo Chen said. "But you’re the one who’s too much. I mainly handle intelligence; other matters aren’t my concern. You leave the entire North American region to Big Boss and only occasionally handle a small amount of work. You’re the most heartless."

Mo Xiaobai said weakly, "I’m very busy."

Being an artist was very busy...

"Get lost, go back and take on some work! It does seem a bit excessive." Mo Chen rubbed his nose. Mo Xiaobai looked up at the sky. Actually, Big Boss took on all his work himself.

When he wanted to handle something, Feng would roll his eyes, because Big Boss had already taken care of it.

Whose fault was this?

After Ye Feimo and Wen Nuan’s injuries had fully healed, they planned to leave Rome. Since they were taking a private jet, they departed at night. It was Wen Nuan’s first time on such a private plane, and it felt very novel. This private jet was exclusively Ye Feimo’s, with four separate rooms, over a dozen seats, and a luxurious interior. A kitchen, entertainment room, audiovisual room, small cinema, and sound system were all included.

The Ye family owned a total of three private jets, but only Ye Feimo’s was legally registered.

Mo Xiaobai had originally wanted to go to the United States with them, hitching a ride, but Mo Yao had a reason to keep him. Mo Xiaobai could only wave goodbye to Wen Nuan. Their next meeting would probably be in A City.

The happiest person that he didn’t tag along was none other than Ye Feimo.

Wen Nuan could tell that the brothers had a good relationship, but they just loved to argue. Once they were on the plane, flying directly to Las Vegas, Wen Nuan’s heart began to pound. She was actually getting married.

She had mentally prepared herself long ago, but now that the moment was truly here, she started to get nervous.

She thought she might have a slight case of pre-wedding jitters.

"Feimo, aren’t you nervous?" Wen Nuan couldn’t help but ask on the plane. It was as if a little white rabbit lived in her heart, constantly thumping, and her face felt slightly warm. In not much longer, her identity would change.

Ye Feimo’s wife.

There was a little anticipation, and a little fear.

Ye Feimo’s gaze was deep, shimmering with a captivating light, profound as the sea. It made Wen Nuan even more nervous, her heart pounding like a deer. He was clearly the most familiar person next to her, yet every time she looked at him, she felt a stirring of emotion, as if it were a matter of course.

"You’re very nervous?"

Wen Nuan nodded. "A little."

"What are you afraid of?" Ye Feimo asked, reaching out to brush the strands of hair from her cheek. Wen Nuan’s skin was fair, like a boiled egg, so delicate it seemed it could break at a touch. She was also young, and even without makeup, she glowed with a luminous beauty. Ye Feimo loved to caress her cheek; it was soft, enchanting, and held a captivating allure.