Chapter 597

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Momo Xiaobai waved his hand and smiled, saying, "It's not a big deal. It's just a movie. I agreed to take it on back then, but now I don't want to act in it. In a few days, they're going to start filming, but I'll be nowhere to be found. They say they’re going to sue me. Other than that, there are some contracts—just trivial matters."

Moyao frowned and said, "Since you signed the contract, you have to fulfill it. This is irresponsible of you."

Moyao despised those who were not responsible, but he knew that Momo Xiaobai wasn't like that. Sure enough, Momo Xiaobai started protesting his innocence, saying, "Boss, I really am innocent! Truly, when we first agreed on the female lead, they suddenly changed her out of nowhere and replaced her with their producer's girlfriend. They want me to promote him by promoting his woman. Let them dream on! It’s not like she slept with me instead, making a fool of herself."

The key issue was that he had excellent chemistry with another female actor who they had worked together many times before and had plenty of experience. Suddenly changing out the lead role for someone new just to have him take up the slack wasn’t something he would do, even if it meant losing a friend.

How underhanded could you get

The reason he originally agreed to sign the contract was because his friend had been set as the female lead. Now, the investors had pulled out their support for her due to her poor behavior and replaced her with someone else. Momo Xiaobai knew this drill all too well since he’d dealt with it before. He found it annoying that they tried to pull a fast one on him and simply ignored them. Since he wasn't going to take part in the production, he certainly wouldn’t care who played his role.

If work didn't go smoothly, just drop it. That would be simplest of all.

Moyao pursed his lips, deep in thought. Momo Xiaobai had already explained everything to him and was about to repeat himself when Moyao shook his head and suddenly asked Momo Xiaobai, "Xiaobai, do you remember who you are"

He wasn't looking at Momo Xiaobai. The afternoon sunlight faintly illuminated the bloodless face of Moyao, giving him a translucent look that made his pallor shockingly obvious. Momo Xiaobai felt his heart sink and was momentarily confused as to what Moyao meant.

Do you remember who you are

How could he not remember who he was He was… Momo Xiaobai’s face suddenly changed, fear showing in his eyes as he looked at Moyao. "Brother, are you blaming me"

Moyao squinted his eyes, even though he was heavily injured and pale with a lack of energy. However, the gaze in his eyes was as sharp as an eagle's, dangerous and terrifying.

"I'm just puzzled about where you see yourself."

"Boss, I know what I’m doing," Moxiaobai explained weakly, almost at a loss. Moyao never shouted when he spoke to him; however, his calm tone made Moxiaobai feel afraid.

In this world, the only people who could make Moxiaobai feel fear were Ye Wei and Moyao.

Moyao said, "No, you don't know what you're doing. You take on two or three movies a year, which almost takes up your entire year. Only when you have free time do you care about the Mafia's affairs. This confuses me— who are you Are you part of the Mo family, or an international superstar At one point, I had a misconception that you didn't really care about the Mafia’s business and could live without it; your career is in Washington in the entertainment industry. Otherwise, how would I explain your dedication"

"I'm also very concerned about the Mafia's affairs, but..." Moxiaobai didn't know how to explain his current panic. Moyao seemed to push him into a corner, making him admit his neglect, irresponsibility, and selfishness.

He couldn't refute it with a single word because that was the truth.

A sense of injustice welled up in Moxiaobai's heart. "You always handle everything so well. With you, Xiaoge, and Jie, it seems like none of you need me. Even if I'm not part of the Mafia, you would manage things just fine. Even without me, there wouldn't be any impact on all of you..."

Moyao suddenly turned his head, the movement pulling at the injury in his chest, causing a tearing pain that couldn’t suppress the anger welling up inside him. His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, locked onto Moxiaobai’s face, like a sharp blade ready to slice through flesh and leave only bones, terrifyingly so. Few could withstand Moyao's gaze; even the fearless Moxiaobai felt fear in this moment.

After anger came disappointment.

The depths of his eyes were dark and bottomless, with cold currents floating around, forming a layer of bone-deep disappointment. The disappointment in Moyao’s eyes shattered Moxiaobai's spirit, nearly making him confess immediately, admitting he had spoken wrongly and should not have said such heartless words. However, Moyao's gaze left him speechless; all sounds were stuck at the back of his throat.

"Get out!" After a long while, Moyao spoke in a heavy voice, with his chest rising and falling violently and veins bulging on his forehead. Moxiaobai was about to cry in front of him, knowing he had truly angered the boss. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to apologize, mainly because Moyao's disappointment felt like it was pinning him down, making him unable to move, leaving him aggrieved and heartbroken.

He was most afraid of disappointing his family; his older siblings were all so excellent, and he had been the one with the poorest talent since childhood. In terms of intelligence, he could not compare to Wu Shuang; in terms of skill, he fell short of Mo Yao; in terms of wisdom, he was inferior to Mo Chen. Yet he still strove to keep up with them, to avoid holding them back, and to become stronger so as to live up to being the son of Ye Wei and Mo Jue.

Childhood fun gradually faded, giving way to a profound and harsh reality: in front of his excellent siblings and parents, Mo Xiaobai felt unprecedented pressure.

The people around him were all too powerful; he himself also had to be strong. This was an unconscious thought that stemmed from not wanting to accept defeat. In every test throughout his life, he always came last—even if it was just by a little—he felt like he was missing something essential: as his siblings raced ahead, he could only look up and keep chasing.

As he grew older, the feeling intensified...

He did not know when this sense of self-abandonment had taken hold, which led to him spending more time in his acting career, though he was unclear what exactly he hoped to prove through it all.

"Brother..."

"Get out!" Mo Yao's voice was colder than ever before; he gave Mo Xiaobai no chance to explain. Under the icy gaze of Mo Yao, Mo Xiaobai helplessly left the room. He could argue with Mo Yao, but he couldn't express the deep-seated inferiority and dissatisfaction that lay in his heart.

He had once complained, felt lost, yet found no one who truly understood him; gradually, he closed off his heart.

Mos Yao's anger was uncontrollable. But it wasn’t directed at Mo Xiaobai—it was aimed inwardly at himself. Upon hearing those words from Mo Xiaobai, he had been furious. If not for his injury, he would have punched him senseless on the spot. All these years of support and care seemed to have turned to naught in his eyes, and he couldn't understand what could make Mo Xiaobai think such terrible thoughts.

He never mentioned that Xiao Bai was optimistic and positive; when unhappy, he would never tell anyone. In front of others, he always appeared cheerful, full of energy, like a happy-go-lucky person.

He had no idea that Xiao Bai carried such heavy burdens in his heart.

How could he have such a foolish thought, thinking everyone would be fine without him What made him believe this Mo Yao felt cold all over; in a daze, he sensed as if for the first time entering Mo Xiaobai's heart. It was more accurate to say that these were things Mo Xiaobai had never openly shared before—if not for his questioning, perhaps he would have remained forever unaware of such thoughts within Xiao Bai.

Brother for so many years, having loved him all this time, yet he was careless enough to overlook even Bai's pride and dignity. He treated himself as an iron man who could take on a whole team alone, taking on everything that needed doing so that Bai’s hands wouldn’t be stained with blood, not wanting Bai to bear the burden of killing.

Among the four of them, Bai had the hardest heart but also the most merciful one. This kind of complexity always left him and Wushuang puzzled: why could a person be so merciless at times yet compassionate towards others

He clearly remembered that the first time Bai killed someone, he couldn’t sleep all night, running to where the person died to properly bury them and burning his own clothes as an offering. Every time after killing, there would always be a period of time when he was unhappy; he had once killed a couple but took care of their six children, another time he had killed siblings but honored their parents. There were many instances like these… He was merciful.

However, if the mission they were assigned required killing on sight, Bai wouldn’t spare even an infant, putting them out of their misery with a single bullet painlessly, sending them straight to the underworld, regardless of whether that child had just been born and knew nothing.

He found it hard to understand this complex side of Bai; in their world, being merciful was unusual as everyone was tainted.

Bai said he could kill but would never harm an innocent person, for otherwise his conscience wouldn’t rest for a lifetime.

Because of this, Moyao took over many things for him and shared the burden to prevent Bai's hands from being stained with others' blood. This was too cruel for Bai.

He vaguely understood that it was precisely because he had let Bai do as he pleased, thinking it would be good for him, that this kind of thought occurred to Bai; his intention was merely to protect him properly but never expected it would bring such a heavy psychological burden on him.

This was his fault.

It was his indulgence and permissiveness that pampered Bai into the sky, making him carefree and unrestrained, allowing him to play with abandon in this world, suppressing his pain and resentment deep down, enduring despair and suffering. Bearing the pain of being ostracized as their source of joy.

Now he was questioning why Bai could be so uncaring and lawless. Wasn’t that absurdr charms without reservation.No matter how cold a person is, they likely wouldn’t be able to reject such an appeal from a beauty.Ye Feimo scoffed, his overly refined and stern face like it was covered...