CHAPTER 259: A MORNING OF BANTER

This was the typical look of a playboy: incredibly handsome, exceedingly charming, with a perpetual half-smile and boundless appeal. He perfectly embodied the rogueish charisma of a "bad boy whom women adore," yet this rogue also possessed a noble air.

He was drinking milk and looking for the remote to turn on the TV. His latest film was playing, and Mo Xiaobai felt quite pleased with himself.

"Xiaobai, my breakfast." The incomparably enchanting Queen Mo Wushuang descended the stairs. Seeing him watching his own film, she tutted, "Still watching your own movies? You’re truly boring."

He’d watched the disc several times already, yet still watched it. What an idiot.

Mo Wushuang sat down and changed the channel. Mo Xiaobai waved his hand to snatch the remote. Wushuang asked with a fake smile, "Where’s my breakfast? Go get some bread from the fridge."

"Want some milk?" Mo Xiaobai was adaptable. He grinned and placed the milk on the table. "Sis, I think if you were just a tiny bit gentler, you wouldn’t have been abandoned."

He always hit a nerve, Mo Xiaobai had always been quite daring.

Mo Wushuang offered a sweet and lovely smile, then hooked an arm around his neck intimately, utterly tenderly. "If I were gentle, I’m afraid you couldn’t handle it."

"Wow, what incestuous drama are you performing so early in the morning? Should I go call Big Brother to play a 3P?" A teasing voice came from the living room doorway, accompanied by a laugh. Mo Chen walked in. All the Mo family members were exceptionally good-looking, but their temperaments differed. Mo Chen, unlike Mo Xiaobai’s charming appearance, had the typical demeanor of an Oriental man: refined and gentle, like a spring breeze in March, giving a very comfortable feeling.

Mo Wushuang chuckled, still draped over Mo Xiaobai, and said seductively, "A 3P is no fun. Add you, and a 4P would be much better. But I’m afraid Xiaobai is too delicate to handle it."

She smiled and patted her brother’s face a few times, a mischievous look as if asking, "Little brother, can you handle a 4P?"

"Little Brother, she’s harassing me..." Mo Xiaobai looked at Mo Chen with deep affection, reaching out for help. Mo Wushuang pressed down on his head, a habit that hadn’t changed since childhood: always playing around with Mo Chen.

Mo Chen went to the kitchen and prepared two breakfasts for his siblings. For safety reasons, the Mo family didn’t employ nannies. The hourly workers were all people from the Mafia; they didn’t dare let untrustworthy people into their home.

If Ye Wei and Shi Yi were home, they would serve the family’s three meals. When they weren’t home, Mo Chen handled all the household chores. Mo Xiaobai was a kitchen idiot. Mo Yao, Wushuang, and Mo Chen were all excellent cooks. Mo Yao rarely cooked, unless Mo Wushuang and Mo Chen were both out, leaving only Mo Xiaobai to be fed. Mo Wushuang was also too lazy to cook, so it was always Mo Chen.

When Ye Wei left, he would come over in the mornings to make them breakfast, and they would eat lunch and dinner together if they didn’t go out.

Mo Wushuang decisively abandoned Xiaobai. Xiaobai pounced on Mo Chen and hugged his leg. "Little Brother, if you ever marry someone, they’ll truly be blessed! An all-around good man, capable of everything except giving birth!"

He then happily enjoyed his breakfast. Mo Wushuang wanted to spit milk at him. Marry whom... marry whom...

Mo Chen suddenly touched Mo Xiaobai’s stomach. Mo Xiaobai looked down, filled with boundless anticipation and grievance. "Little Brother, if you touch any lower, I’ll get excited. I get excited easily in the mornings..."

He looked up at Mo Chen very seriously, genuinely expressing his feelings. "If Little Brother wants to tease, just say so. I’ll make sure to clean myself up and pose in the sexiest way for you to tease."

"Good, even sexier than Marilyn Monroe." Wushuang chuckled. "Mommy must have given us the wrong genders, or swapped babies. Mo Chen, why be polite? Little Brother, go ahead and disable his little brother!"

Mo Chen chuckled. "I think you’ve developed a double chin. I felt your stomach, and indeed, you’ve gained quite a bit of weight."

"Fat? Double chin?" Mo Xiaobai’s eyes widened. He touched his clean chin and looked innocently at Mo Chen. "Little Brother, don’t you think I’m more masculine with a bit of weight on me?"

"No feeling."

"Your aesthetic judgment needs improvement," Mo Xiaobai haughtily huffed, gracefully sipping his milk. Mo Chen leaned in intimately and whispered in his ear, "Mo Xiaobai, according to reliable sources, Feimo and his woman are at the Four Seasons Hotel."

Mo Xiaobai’s eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Absolutely true." Mo Chen mischievously winked. "How about we go tease them a bit?"

Mo Xiaobai opened his arms and embraced Mo Chen. "Little Brother, I love you! You truly know my heart. Just don’t let Big Brother find out about this. I’m going to change."

He put down his cup and bounded upstairs. Mo Wushuang raised an eyebrow. "What did you tell him? He’s acting like he’s on fire."

Mo Chen gave a refined smile. "Nothing, just gave him some exciting news."

"When isn’t he excited?" Mo Wushuang shrugged, then her gaze landed on someone at the doorway, and she let out a laugh. "The nemesis has arrived."

Mo Chen turned his head and instantly adjusted his expression. "Big Brother, you’re up so early today."

"Breakfast!"

He was a man of utterly perfect looks, with chiseled features and sharp lines. His eyes were cold and ruthless, exuding a powerful, kingly dominance, a perfect blend of nobility and strength, creating a face so beautiful that even God would envy it. He was stern and unsmiling, cold and severe. One could tell at a glance that he was a leader who issued commands year-round, intimidating without anger, possessing an unchallengeable power.

A stunning appearance, a king’s demeanor.

Mo Chen rubbed his nose and obediently went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Mo Chen and Mo Yao were twins. While they inherited Mo Ye’s perfect and flawless looks, their temperaments were completely different: one refined and polite, the other tough and domineering.

"Big Brother, didn’t you sleep last night?" Mo Wushuang asked with a smile. Although Wushuang was the eldest among these children, they were all accustomed to calling him Big Brother, following Mo Chen and Mo Xiaobai, as he certainly fit the mighty nickname.

Mo Yao’s gaze swept around. "Something happened in North America, and I handled it overnight."

Mo Wushuang whistled, looking towards the staircase. "That bastard Mo Xiaobai is slacking off again."

Well, one was willing to give, and the other to receive; she wouldn’t say anything more.

Mo Xiaobai, at light speed, changed into flashy, dazzling clothes and dashed downstairs. Too happy to notice the change in the living room’s atmosphere, he joyfully pounced onto Mo Yao’s back, intimately pecked his cheek, and said with a grin, "Little Brother, we..."

Mo Yao turned his head, his sharp eyes sweeping over him. That sinister gaze, like an ice arrow, shot towards him. Before Mo Xiaobai could finish speaking, he retreated three feet, nonchalantly adjusting his clothes. "Big Brother, there are more illusions in the morning. Please automatically ignore the previous scene and treat it as an illusion. Thank you for your cooperation. And, Big Brother, good morning."

Mo Chen’s face contorted. Mo Xiaobai, you idiot, you kissed Big Brother and called him by his name. You’re dead.

Mo Yao’s eyes dangerously narrowed. Mo Wushuang, gloating, took a bite of her toast and asked, "Xiaobai, why didn’t you say good morning to your sister? That’s too biased, isn’t it?"