CHAPTER 258: A GLIMPSE INTO THE ELITE

Tang Shuwen would be branded as heartless and unfeeling, and it would also negatively impact the Tang family. Who knew how much shock a child would bring to both families?

She wasn’t even sure if she could truly accept this child without reservation.

Chen Xueru gave a bitter smile. Sometimes, she wasn’t as broad-minded or uninhibited as she imagined herself to be.

She feared it would be very difficult to face this child, yet she would have to face it for the rest of her life.

Her mood probably wouldn’t be very good either.

And how would she explain it to Xiao Nian in the future? That his brother or sister existed, but didn’t live with them?

Once the child was born, many tragedies would unfold, unless he divorced her, and she took Xiao Nian to live in America, and he married Zhao Yuning and cared for the child, bringing everything back to normal.

But deep down, could she ever find the old Chen Xueru again?

It was impossible.

Tang Shuwen came out and embraced her. "Xueru, don’t ever think of leaving me, okay? Absolutely don’t think it, not even a tiny thought."

Chen Xueru held his hand. Her hand was cold and lifeless. "Why is the happiness I desire in this life always so difficult to attain?"

Italy, located in southern Europe, has a Mediterranean climate, with relatively mild winters, making it suitable for travel. Ye Feimo was extremely familiar with Italy and spoke fluent Italian.

He was the best tour guide. They first stayed in Milan for three days, exploring all its beautiful sights: Brera Art Gallery → La Scala Theatre → Duomo di Milano → Pinacoteca Ambrosiana → Sforza Castle. And shopping, Milan is a fashion capital, a shopping paradise. Wen Nuan also developed a shopping addiction. Besides sightseeing and taking photos, she would drag Ye Feimo shopping, buying many things for friends and family. Conveniently, when Director Li and his team returned to China, Wen Nuan entrusted Cai Xiaojing with three large suitcases full of her spoils to bring back.

Cai Xiaojing, seeing the sheer volume, couldn’t help but sigh with emotion. An all-around agent was only human.

After their stay in Milan, they went to the water city of Venice. Wen Nuan had only seen the beauty of the water city in books, but witnessing it in person was even more enchanting. Cruising through the city’s main streets and alleys in a small boat was a unique experience.

Especially at night, the water city was even more magnificent, with dazzling lights radiating endless charm. Wen Nuan was filled with nothing but awe; there were simply too many beautiful sights in this world.

From St. Mark’s Square to St. Mark’s Basilica, all the way to the Ca’ d’Oro, the Rialto Bridge, and the Basilica di Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari, they explored all of Venice.

They enjoyed their journey together, finally arriving at their last stop, Rome.

Traveling was a joy, especially traveling with the one you loved most. Wen Nuan’s mood was always cheerful.

"How wonderful it would be if one could be unrestrained, always traveling the world like this," Wen Nuan said. She longed for such a life of traveling the world, enjoying global cuisines, and exploring every corner of the earth.

Just Italy alone was so captivating; how many more beautiful sights awaited them to discover?

At the Roman Colosseum, Ye Feimo pulled her down to sit, telling her stories of gladiatorial contests and ancient Roman legends. After he finished, he said, "My parents and aunt spend half a year traveling every year. They go wherever they want, enjoying themselves and relaxing. They live a very carefree life."

"No wonder your parents look so young," Wen Nuan said. Ye Feimo’s parents indeed looked incredibly young, not at all like people in their fifties; they were better preserved than celebrities.

With makeup on and under the lights, she felt they could easily play a couple in their twenties. Many celebrities nowadays are almost forty and still playing seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls, but they don’t look as young as Mrs. Ye.

Ye Feimo smiled, "Aunt Eleven looks even younger."

Because of her unique physical condition, for some unknown reason, her aging process was remarkably slow. She looked the same as she did twenty years ago, still appearing to be in her thirties, which was truly miraculous.

Bai Ye and Uncle Su Man were very interested in studying her body’s structure.

When she was young, they thought she would be in poor health and might pass away quickly in old age, but who knew the situation turned out to be the exact opposite.

Ye Feimo rarely mentioned his family. Wen Nuan found it interesting to hear him speak of them, and knowing his aunt seemed to reside in Rome, she couldn’t help but ask for more details. However, Ye Feimo didn’t say much, and she didn’t press him further.

Rome, the Mo Family Castle.

Ye Wei, Mo Jue, and Shi Yi, along with Mo Ye, started traveling again after Cheng An Ya and Young Master Ye San left. Although they had circled the globe countless times, they remained passionate about exploring and enjoying this life journey.

Ye Wei and Shi Yi had planned to spend their lives together when they were young, to travel the world after retirement. Later, they fulfilled their wish by marrying a pair of twin brothers. After both couples retired, they had been continuously traveling.

Sometimes two of them would go out, sometimes all four, sometimes a couple would travel alone, and sometimes they would invite Chu Li and Rong Yan, Jason, and Blackjack, and the whole group would stay on an island for a few months, or go wherever they pleased. It was as if they had returned to their youth, a group of happy people, never feeling bored, living a life like immortals.

Their children had gradually grown up. None of them worried about their daughters or sons. They had also handed over organizational matters to their children. The adults basically had no worries. Unless they encountered insoluble problems, and if the children didn’t ask for help, they generally didn’t interfere.

Today’s First Terrorist Organization had Ye Ningyuan, Chu Nanfeng, Zhou Muhuan, and Bruno. The Mafia had Mo Yao, Mo Chen, and Mo Yeyan. They surpassed their predecessors, and there was no need to worry about them at all.

Once Ye Wei and Shi Yi left, only the three brothers and Mo Wushuang remained at home. The Mafia’s headquarters were still on Sicily Island, but the Mo brothers’ offices had moved to their home.

Mo Yeyan was responsible for the Mafia’s underworld dealings in North America, disguised as an artist. He had to manage the Mafia while also juggling his acting career, making him busier than the other Mo brothers.

Mo Wushuang was in charge of the Mafia’s justice and assassination departments. Mo Chen was in charge of the Mafia’s intelligence department, and everything else fell under Mo Yao’s jurisdiction.

A man wearing pajamas, carrying a glass of warm milk, drifted out of the kitchen. He had an incomparably handsome face, his features exquisite with a hint of cunning. His narrow eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, always held a peach-blossom smile. His whole being was a blend of a noble young master’s dignity and a bad boy’s allure, exuding a breathtaking charm. It was a dazzling radiance, the kind of unforgettable appearance that made one fall for him at first sight, even among thousands.