“Child, you must remember, when we come to the Qin Family, we are not here to live as dependents.”
Young Mo Yaofei looked into his mother’s firm and serious eyes, his own soft, crimson eyes filled with hope directed at him.
“As long as I marry into the Qin Family, you will take the Qin surname, and from then on, everything belonging to the Qin Family will be yours.”
“But Mom, the Qin Family still has a younger brother…”
“Once you enter the Qin Family, you are the eldest. He is the second eldest. Whatever you do, you have priority. If there isn’t priority, then you just take it for yourself…”
Before coming to the Qin Family, Mo Yaofei had lived a life of utter ease—clothes appeared when he asked, meals were served at a stretch of his hand; there was nothing he couldn’t get as the eldest young master.
Though the Qin Family’s power and status in Qinglong City dwarfed his previous life, he had enough food and clothing.
But his mother seemed unsatisfied with just that kind of life.
After a certain drinking party, she quickly got engaged to the Qin Family’s eldest son.
The first time Mo Yaofei met Mo Yidong, he saw a cold young man before him, uninterested in anything, indifferent to everything.
When Mo Yaofei moved into the family, he realized there was no need to compete with Mo Yidong for anything—those things already belonged to him.
In Mo Yaofei’s eyes, Mo Yidong was an especially easy target.
From eldest young master to second young master, Mo Yidong hardly ever appeared at home.
Whatever was in the house, Mo Yaofei had first pick, and Mo Yidong never showed the slightest interest or emotion.
Even regarding his father’s second marriage, Mo Yidong never expressed his opinion.
Only Mo Yaofei noticed a tiny detail.
Mo Yidong would only say “this is my brother” when introducing him to guests but never addressed him directly as “brother.”
It turned out Mo Yidong didn’t consider Mo Yaofei family at all—not even a friend, just a stranger.
The more Mo Yidong treated Qin Yixia well, the more uncomfortable Mo Yaofei felt.
The gentle and considerate manner Mo Yidong showed Qin Yixia was nothing but a disguise.
Mo Yaofei wanted to tear off Mo Yidong’s mask and see the shattered feelings between Mo Yidong and Qin Yixia, restoring his cold and heartless facade.
Simply put, Mo Yaofei didn’t believe that the two who had met in childhood and not seen each other for years could still maintain that friendship.
Unless they had secretly practiced—but the answer was no.
The whole family knew only that Mo Yidong had dietary restrictions, and that he disliked every birthday gift the family gave him each year.
So the sudden appearance of someone he liked was unexpected.
Since no one knew Qin Yixia’s identity or background, that made things easier.
Mo Yaofei took a bottle of Transforming Potion from his Darkroom and, while no one was paying attention, poured it into Qin Yixia’s cup.
When she transformed into an animal, he would capture her under the pretense of hunting wild animals and lock her away in a Prison Cell he specially designed to block out any aura from all races.
After some time passed and no one could find Qin Yixia, Mo Yidong would naturally show that he wasn’t so concerned about his little girlfriend.
Then he’d roll back to his hometown to continue his studies, while Mo Yaofei enjoyed a carefree and leisurely life.
Without Mo Yidong’s involvement, Mo Yaofei could smoothly win over Xia Yu and slowly give her a taste of the good life.
“Where do you want to go for a walk?”
Mo Yidong was asking Xia Yu when suddenly footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Xia Yu froze, staring ahead as Mo Yaofei appeared in the hallway, dressed in a black crew-neck short-sleeve shirt, dark loose denim shorts with several scratches, an expensive watch on his wrist, and a striking silver necklace around his neck.
Mo Yaofei was just passing through, seemingly unaware of their presence in the dim hallway, walking straight toward the living room.
That imposing, overbearing air—like someone ready to hand out punishment—there was no mistaking it.
Yes, that was him.
Seeing Mo Yaofei pass by with such a domineering attitude was exactly like at school.
After he fully walked away, Xia Yu felt incredulous.
“He can actually walk on the ground now?”
“Probably using some kind of magic enhancement serum,”
Mo Yidong frowned slightly, troubled.
“He must have used the serum to quickly heal his damaged tissue to recover.”
“Ah… If only he had used it before, I would’ve hit harder,”
Xia Yu frowned, watching Mo Yaofei’s retreating figure toward the living room.
“He’s not going to pretend anymore…”
If he didn’t walk on the ground, there would be no chance to make a move.
Mo Yidong looked toward the living room and hadn’t even sighed when Xia Yu sighed first.
“Ugh, there are too many riffraff inside the living room. Better not go there. Let’s go somewhere else.”
“Where do you want to go? I’ll take you around.”
As they passed through the corridor, Xia Yu’s curiosity showed.
“Why does your house have so many dragon element patterns? Is your family the Dragon God Cult? Do you worship the Dragon God?”
“Not really…”
Mo Yidong had never told Xia Yu what race he was, but since she would find out sooner or later, he decided to be straightforward.
“Actually, I’m a Dragon…”
“Mo Yidong brother~ finally found you!”
Sweet voices interrupted their conversation as they saw Shangguan Xiawan hurrying over.
She wore twin ponytails, her face lightly and exquisitely made up, dressed in a pure white qipao edged with gold thread—a completely different look from when she was seen at the mall, exuding more of a refined lady’s aura.
“It’s still early for dinner. Where are you two going? Take me with you~”
Shangguan Xiawan smiled brightly as she noticed the silver-haired girl beside Mo Yidong.
“So this is Sister Xia, right? Hello, my name is Shangguan Xiawan. Brother mentioned you yesterday~”
“Hello, my name is Qin Yixia…”
Xia Yu nervously and politely greeted Shangguan Xiawan.
Not used to being stared at constantly, Xia Yu instinctively shrank closer to Mo Yidong, secretly grabbing the hem of his clothes and unconsciously pressing lightly against him.
Shangguan Xiawan sized her up for a moment and nodded happily.
“Hm! This outfit really suits you!”
Shangguan Xiawan was very pleased with the clothes she had picked out on Xia Yu.
“Brother Mo Yidong said yesterday you’d be coming today, so I specially brought this for you.”
So that’s how it was…
Xia Yu stood behind Mo Yidong, clutching the edge of his clothes around his waist, unable to help but pinch it lightly, feeling a little unhappy.
Why was this spot so stiff, not even pinching properly?
Unable to pinch, Xia Yu lightly rubbed it instead.
Suddenly, Mo Yidong gently caught her hand, and the next moment held it tightly without letting go for a long time.
In her ear, she heard Mo Yidong mutter quietly,
“Don’t rub so much, it’s ticklish.”
So this guy had a sensitive spot after all.
Xia Yu smiled softly, suddenly realizing this person had a certain weakness—kind of nice.
“The dinner place is at a nearby manor. It’s not far. How about we go there first and have some fun? There are some activities there, much more interesting than chatting with relatives at home.”
Xia Yu nodded repeatedly in her heart, fully agreeing with Shangguan Xiawan’s opinion.
It seemed she wasn’t the only one who hated being questioned endlessly.
As the three prepared to leave, they suddenly saw Zhang Wenshan walking toward them.
Looking at his face full of disdain, he seemed unwilling to stay in the living room and see Mo Yaofei, so he came straight out to find Mo Yidong and the others.
“Where are you all planning to go?”
“To the manor to have fun.”
“Take me with you. I’m about to die of boredom here.”
While Shangguan Xiawan and Zhang Wenshan were discussing what to do, Xia Yu suddenly remembered what Mo Yidong was about to say earlier.
“By the way, you were going to say something about the dragon just now?”
“It’s nothing…”
Mo Yidong thought, he’d tell her when she asked herself someday.