Chapter 592

ears well up.This time she couldn't turn around and run; it wasn’t easy to push the cart either.There were more people nearby. She could only look far away, her smile twisting slightly.Cheng Anya incr...Chapter 592

Xiao Bai finally compromised with Ji Bing and agreed to stay for one more day, but Ji Bing insisted on staying for three days. Mo Xiao Bai's expression darkened, showing clear displeasure. Ji Bing had always thought that Mo Xiao Bai indulged her to the point of being lawless, never going against her wishes or making her angry before, nor ever scolding her. Now she was looking at him coldly with an unprecedented serious face, leaving Ji Bing feeling uncertain and uneasy, not knowing how to proceed. It seemed like he really made her angry; what should he do

Although Ji Bing feared that Mo Xiao Bai would be upset, he also did not want to leave Bali Island. Thus, he remained silent. He thought Mo Xiao Bai would coddle him, but she didn't and decided to return to Washington early the next morning.

Ji Bing felt wronged and ran out of the hotel in anger.

Mo Xiao Bai sighed; Ji Bing was a spoilt brat who needed careful care. She always wanted everything her way, perhaps because she had lost her memory, making her feel anxious and distrustful towards the world, fearing it would hurt her. He was the only person she trusted intimately, so Ji Bing eagerly wanted all of his attention without him worrying about other things.

Even when it came to work matters, Ji Bing sometimes felt gloomy, thinking he had neglected her. Mo Xiao Bai knew that Ji Bing's possessiveness was quite strong, but she didn't blame him because everything stemmed from her indulgence; since it was her doing, she wouldn’t make him suffer the consequences.

After waiting for an hour in the hotel without seeing Ji Bing return, he became anxious and rushed out to look for her. Soon enough, he found her on the beach, sitting alone with her body curled up, staring blankly at the sea. The vast sky and sea made her seem abandoned. Mo Xiao Bai's heart ached as she felt an uncontrollable surge of compassion, rushing over in worry.

Seeing it was him, Ji Bing turned away, ignoring Mo Xiao Bai.

"Ji Bing, don't make this difficult for me, be a good boy," Mo Xiao Bai said.

"You were mean to me," she complained. Mo Xiao Bai shrugged and joked to cheer her up, "Okay, I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have made my little treasure angry. Even if you want me to kneel and calculate your punishment, I'll accept it, just stop being upset."

Ji Bing snorted but didn't respond; Mo Xiao Bai kissed her, feigning a hurt expression, looking at her pitifully saying, "I’m so sad too. My little treasure is not being considerate of me, this makes me very sad."

"How am I not being considerate"

"Then let’s go back to Washington.

"We've only been here for two days, and I spent one day adjusting to the time difference. You were the one who said we would stay a week. Now you suddenly want to go back; it's your mistake in the first place. Yet you blame me. I was willing to say that we'll leave after three days instead of staying a whole week. But now you're saying I'm not considerate." Ji Bing defended herself, thinking she had been quite considerate.

Murong Baixue surrendered, "Okay, okay, okay. You are very considerate; it's my mistake. However, Ji Bing, I really have something important and can't stay in Bali anymore. If it weren’t for something crucial, I wouldn’t leave either. Staying a few more days is fine too. Listen to me this time and go back now, then come again after a few months, okay"

Ji Bing was somewhat reluctant but given Murong Baixue’s insistence, she had no choice. Seeing Murong Baixue’s playful smile, her anger subsided, "You said we leave in the morning. Can we leave tonight It's still tomorrow anyway. I want to go shopping; there were many things I wanted to buy today."

Murong Baixue thought it over and nodded, "Alright then, let’s leave tonight as you wish."

Ji Bing only felt happy after this. She magnanimously forgave Murong Baixue for her earlier displeasure, leaving the latter at a loss for words. He spent some time sitting with Ji Bing on the beach before returning to the hotel; Ji Bing fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed.

The next day, Murong Baixue kept his promise and accompanied Ji Bing around the island until evening, purchasing many items. After saying goodbye to Ye Feimo and Wenran, they flew back to Washington. Ji Bing was quite satisfied with her trip.

They arrived in Washington late at night. Pike drove Ji Bing back to her apartment; only after settling her did Murong Baixue call Mu Yao. The phone didn’t connect and no one answered. He switched on his computer to track Mu Yao’s whereabouts, and the satellite showed him near a government building in Washington. Calling Yun, Yun informed him that Mu Yao came alone this time without anyone else.

Murong Baixue drove off to find Mu Yao. The streets were deserted at such an hour, but he found Mu Yao had already left the building. He let out a sigh of relief; as long as Mu Yao was safe, that was all that mattered.

He waited in his car for Mu Yao, feeling uneasy throughout the day like something significant was about to happen. Accompanying Ji Bing several times nearly made him lose patience, and he had been anxious to return to Washington for fear of something happening there.

Now that Mu Yao seemed fine, Murong Baixue’s worries eased. He should have come with the boss; but since things were settled, and everyone was safe, he could relax. Closing his eyes, Murong Baixue rested in the car for a few minutes before reopening them as planned. He saw a group of people coming out of the building.

He wondered why they chose such an area near the government complex to conduct their business; it seemed daring indeed.

Moyao stood out in a crowd, even though he wore a mask that concealed his breathtaking appearance. The familiar face of the mafia don was still recognizable, and although it wasn't as stunning as before, he was still an extremely handsome man. He was tall, slim, and elegant, dressed in a suit with a black long overcoat on top, making him appear even more domineering—everyone around him paled in comparison. Unknowingly, Mo Xiaobai's lips curved into a smile.

When Moyao and others left the building, he bid farewell to the counterfeit currency group. They got into several black long sedans and drove off. Moyao had driven alone over; just as he was about to get in, Mo Xiaobai opened the car door and waved enthusiastically, shouting, "Boss!"

Moyao frowned and turned his head, seeing Mo Xiaobai standing next to a streetlight with an expression that made him look like a national beauty. The smile on his face appeared heartless in Moyao's eyes. Moyao didn't want to deal with him but couldn't help following his movements.

How did he get here

The two were ten meters apart, too far for the car to pass through. Mo Xiaobai leaped over a small fence and approached Moyao with a smile. Moyao watched him coldly, fully focused. Suddenly, a chilling danger loomed behind Mo Xiaobai; before he could turn around, there was a faint sound like a bullet leaving the barrel of a gun. He saw blood stain Moyao's chest and the latter slump to the ground beside the car before he could react.

"Brother!" Mo Xiaobai stepped forward quickly as Moyao pressed his hand against his chest; blood gushed from where his heart was, his eyes wide open in pain. He seemed like he wanted to say something but passed out in agony. "Brother, Boss, Brother..."

Mo Xiaobai's eyes were red with rage as he glared at the building behind him; there was a fleeting figure that disappeared instantly. There wasn't time for Mo Xiaobai to think too much or track down the sniper who had shot Moyao; instead, he quickly picked up Moyao and rushed towards the Washington mafia hospital.

Mafia groups have their own hospitals in every city solely for treating injured members. Given Moyao's gunshot wound, taking him anywhere else would cause an uproar.

The car sped to its limit; Mo Xiaobai's hands were trembling as he saw Moyao's unconscious face reflected in the rearview mirror—so pale and bloody from his chest wound. His eyes burned with pain, his throat dry and sore.

When they arrived at the hospital, someone was already waiting outside to receive them; they rushed him directly into the emergency room. Mo Xiaobai was anxious enough to want to follow but was stopped by the doctors outside. He was very worried, losing all his usual composure—knowing the gravity of the situation, the doctor called for people to take Mo Xiaobai in and let several top specialists enter the operating room one after another.

"Brother..." Mo Xiaobai was beside himself with worry; blood on his hands stained the entrance of the surgery suite. A small nurse told him he needed to clean them off, but seeing the blood all over his hands made his heart quiver uncontrollably.

So much blood...

The big brother is bleeding a lot, and it's near his heart. I don't know if something serious will happen.

No, nothing will happen, nothing will happen.

When he went to wash his hands, he saw himself in the mirror looking disheveled. Mo Baixue felt extremely guilty for being late and returning a day later. If he had come back on that morning's flight, he could have gone with Mo Yao together; his brother wouldn't have gotten into trouble. With regret, Mo Baixue punched the mirror, causing it to crack and leaving his hand injured and bleeding profusely. He deeply regretted coming back so late.

He shouldn't have come back so late.

Brother, you must be okay, you must be okay.

The deepest fear welled up from within him, gripping his heart tightly and leaving him breathless. It felt as though all the air in the world had vanished. His mind was solely focused on Mo Yao in the operating room; there wasn't time to think about anything else.

After washing his hands, a little nurse noticed he was injured and hurriedly pulled him aside to clean and bandage it, instructing him not to touch water for several days. However, Mo Baixue seemed to have not heard her; he remained in a daze.

The phone rang for quite some time before he answered—it was Ji Bing calling because she couldn't sleep and wanted to talk. But at the moment, Mo Baixue didn’t want to say anything. Ji Bing asked, "Baixue, did something happen Why aren't you talking"

Moe Baixue replied, "I'm tired, good night."

He hung up without saying another word; soon after, Ji Bing called again. This time Mo Baixue turned off his phone as he was thoroughly frustrated.

The surgery didn't end until two hours later. In a panic, Mo Baixue grabbed the doctor and asked, "How is it"

The doctor said, "Luckily, his heart is on the right side, so the bullet missed his vital organs. Although he has survived, we need to see if he can make it through tonight. If he does, then there won't be any problems."turally; he genuinely admired Avril.After the ball, when Avril and Mou Chen came out, they encountered a journalist who was more interested in their relationship. The reporter asked if they were an un...