Chapter 158:158, the little prince who is indifferent to worldly matters
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Mo Yaoxiong nodded, then let out a long sigh. âEver since Weiyiâs mother had the accident, I swore that I wouldnât partake in those nasty deeds I used to do. ButâŠâ
The light in the study was exceedingly dim; he barely lifted his eyelids to look at the couple standing before him. His voice was as low as if it emerged from the underworld, saying, âIt would be quite easy for me to make someone disappear from this world without arousing any attention through just a few little tricks.â
Zhang Liya felt a chill creeping up her spine, she blinked her eyes and quickly clung to her husbandâs arm.
**
Elsewhere.
Due to Mo Weiyiâs insistence, they ended up at the hospital.
The jade sculpture thrown by old Mr. Mo hit Yebai hard. The wound on Xiao Yebaiâs forehead was quite long; it required five stitches and a gauze pad dressing.
Mo Weiyi was beside herself with worry. As soon as his wound was dressed, she immediately said, âXiaobai, you should not go back to the old house alone in the future.â
âWhatâs wrong?â Xiao Yebaiâs voice was faint.
âYouâve been injured three times recently.â Mo Weiyi looked at him, his previously flawless handsome face now marred by an unsightly gauze pad. The scar on his forehead was still visible, so it was like he had managed to get a new wound before the old one had healed.
Xiao Yebai lifted his eyelids to look at her, âAre you worried?â
The young girlâs fine eyebrows furrowed, her lips pouted, her fair face was visibly distressed.
Mo Weiyi nodded without hesitation, âOf course, Iâm worried when Xiaobai gets hurt, just like how you worry about me when Iâm hurt.â
Xiao Yebai hooked his thin lips into a smile.
But that smile was so superficial that even Mo Weiyi could tell something was off.
However, she didnât overthink it and assumed he was still angry at his grandfather. She spoke softly, trying to console him, âAlright, itâs just his bad temper, so it would be best if you avoid meeting him alone when Iâm not around, and donât provoke him. Right now, heâs really no different from a tyrant, even my father and Uncle Shi canât control him.â
Xiao Yebai grunted an acknowledgment, and got up from his seat, âLetâs go.â
**
As the Bentley slowly exited the hospital, Old Liuâs car trailed behind them.
Just as they were about to approach Lishui Bay, Mo Weiyi suddenly said, âXiaobai, can we stop by the flower shop near the gate?â
Xiao Yebai glanced at the gloomy sky, âItâs going to rain.â
âJust for 10 minutes. I want to buy a bouquet of lilies. Aunt Jiang keeps buying me roses, and theyâre ugly.â
Xiao Yebai remembered someone sending 999 roses for two consecutive days. His eyebrows twitched and then he said, âSure.â
They pulled up and parked in front of a flower shop just outside Lishui Bay.
Mo Weiyi sat in her wheelchair while Old Liu pushed her inside to select flowers. Meanwhile, Xiao Yebai was on the sidewalk, making a call on his phone.
âDamn, youâre already calling? Do you know Iâve just finished an assignment? You little brat, you pretend to be harsh but youâre clearly so concerned about meâŠâ
âHelp me look into something.â Xiao Yebai unexpectedly interrupted.
âWhat the shit! You always want something from me! Did you know Iâm injured now? Iâm like a national grade one protected casualty, and yet you want me to work! Thatâs brutally cruelâŠâ
âWhere are you hurt?â For once, Xiao Yebai expressed some concern.
From the other end, there was a stuttered response; finally, âDonât worry, itâs not fatal.â
Xiao Yebai did not think too much about it. While talking over the phone, he was watching the flower shop out of the corner of his eye.
Sometime during his call, a young boy had appeared by Mo Weiyiâs wheelchair and they were chatting.
After ending his call, he strode over.
âDonât bother with the change.â
âThank you, beautiful miss, youâre such a nice person!â
The boy had an especially sweet mouth. He handed the bunch of flowers in his hands to Mo Weiyi, took the hundred-yuan bill, and hopped away cheerfully.
The flowers were a bundle of white bellflowers.
The small white buds were drooping, clearly wilted already.
A stark contrast to the bunch of fresh lilies Old Liu was holding.
âSince when did you start liking these flowers?â
Having helped someone, Mo Weiyi was elated, her smile was sweet, âItâs about to rain soon. He said his mom would scold him if he failed to sell these flowers so I bought them.â
She looked down at the flowers in her arms, âWell, even though they look a little wilted, when we put them in a vase back home, they should bloom, right?â
Xiao Yebaiâs voice was disinterested, âHe was lying to you.â
Mo Weiyiâs smile froze on her face instantly, âWhat do you mean?â
Xiao Yebai said, âHe is a relative of the owner of this flower shop and helps out every day.â
âHow did you know?â Mo Weiyi stared at him in shock.
âI just happened to notice.â Xiao Yebai said, âAlso, youâve never bought flowers from this shop before.â
Mo Weiyi was left speechless. How could it be?
âBut he said he was nine years old, why would a child his age work? And a hundred yuan, is it worth it?â Mo Weiyi still couldnât believe it, âThe little boy kept calling me âlittle sisterâ so sweetly. Besides, itâs just a bunch of flowers. Is it necessary to lie?â
âA hundred yuan.â Xiao Yebai repeated these words, quietly laughed, âThis world, not everyone is that lucky.â
As he said these words, there was a mocking tone in his voice. The dark eyes behind his glasses seemed colder than usual.
But soon enough, that emotion was masked.
Xiao Yebai adjusted the wheelchair, his voice as calm as usual, âLetâs go..â