Dog Eat Dog

Luo Muqi gently closed the door and slowly walked to the bed.

Just coming in from outside, a chill still clung to her body. Since she had rushed out directly from the art exhibition, she was only wearing a black down jacket.

Looking at Mo Xuan on the bed, Luo Muqi's lips couldn't suppress a smile. She gently stroked Mo Xuan's face, and the cold touch of her hand against his warm skin startled him, causing him to instinctively turn his head away.

But Luo Muqi had mischievous intentions. She slid her hands into Mo Xuan's collar to warm them. She had done this before, during the winter when they first met.

"Brother, you're so warm..."

Thanks to Luo Shiya, who had used a scented incense mixed with medication and toyed with him again, Mo Xuan was deeply asleep, though his body still twitched slightly.

Looking at the man she loved to the core, Luo Muqi suddenly remembered the first time she saw Mo Xuan...

Just moved to the new place, away from her parents, Luo Muqi felt sad at school. At that time, Uncle Zheng, who was in charge of taking care of them, took her and Luo Shiya for a walk nearby.

For Luo Muqi at that time, everything seemed fresh but also dull. Until she reached the big tree and saw Mo Xuan sitting on it, eating a melon.

Wearing glasses similar to Conan's, he held a novel in his hand, reading and eating with great interest.

Luo Muqi didn't know then that her sister had also been attracted to Mo Xuan.

Some people meet for the first time and are destined to be unforgettable...

Sunlight filtered through the tree shadows, falling on the young Mo Xuan, like a painting. Luo Muqi didn't know then that she would become a famous painter, and in every painting of hers, there was the figure of this boy.

Shaking off her thoughts, Luo Muqi slowly lay down on the bed, finding comfort just by looking at Mo Xuan's sleeping face.

Just as if it had been arranged, Luo Muqi's phone rang. She frowned, looking at the caller ID of her female assistant with disgust, then answered coldly, "What is it?"

"Second Miss, your paintings..."

"Oh, which ones..." Luo Muqi seemed to just remember she had two paintings at the exhibition. "Burn them. Send me a video."

"Burn... them?"

The assistant seemed not to understand. Luo Muqi impatiently said, "Yes, burn them."

Are you joking? Don't you know how much your paintings are worth?

But Luo Muqi didn't care at all. They were just casually taken to display, and she wasn't even afraid Mo Xuan would see them.

"Second Miss, someone has already inquired about the price of your paintings..."

Hearing this, Luo Muqi couldn't help but sneer, "Have I fallen so low that I need to sell my paintings?"

The assistant almost spat out a mouthful of blood. She had finally gotten the job as Luo Muqi's assistant, and one sentence might cost her the job.

The person inquiring about the price today might be older than Luo Muqi, but definitely not richer.

"Alright, I understand, Second Miss." She didn't dare to persuade further. Though she felt it was a pity, her job was more important. "I'll take them to burn now. Don't worry, I'll record the whole process for you to be satisfied."

After hanging up, the assistant still felt a bit reluctant. Although the paintings had an eerie style, one couldn't deny Luo Muqi's incredible talent. The craftsmanship was delicate and vivid, especially the second painting.

Two women, though wearing masks and unable to see their expressions, could feel the heavy love they had for the bound man just from their body language.

She thought for a long time but couldn't understand the meaning of the painting. Luo Muqi was different from Luo Shiya. When not facing Mo Xuan, Luo Muqi could be moody, and no one could predict when the Second Princess's mood would change.

She was just a working-class person; why worry so much? If she said to burn, then burn!

Soon, Luo Muqi received a video on her phone. The assistant was quite efficient, really recording the whole process.

Luo Muqi watched it and casually transferred 20,000 yuan, then threw the phone aside.

"Brother..."

Luo Muqi looked at Mo Xuan, her eyes filled with endless love, and more with a sickening possessiveness.

The curtains blocked out the sunlight, making the room dim. A soft sound of clothes dropping, and Luo Muqi, now only in her underwear, crawled into Mo Xuan's blanket.

As if sensing it, Mo Xuan, though still asleep, reached out and hugged Luo Muqi, holding her tightly as if afraid she would leave. The feeling was different.

Luo Muqi was stunned for a moment, then with a strange smile, she buried her head tightly in Mo Xuan's embrace, feeling his warmth and breath...

While Mo Xuan slept in a warm embrace, the Mo Family was in chaos.

An angry Qin Ni returned home and started smashing things like a madwoman. Mo Yingying and Mo Tingting cried and tried to stop her, but to no avail.

Mo Changshan locked himself in his room, doing who knows what, indifferent to the chaos outside.

"Mo Changshan, give me back my son's life!" Qin Ni, like a madwoman, smashed everything she saw. "You made me raise your illegitimate child with another woman, and you made me neglect my little son. Are you even human?"

When Mo Changshan returned home and heard Qin Ni say this, he walked over with a dark face and slapped her hard.

This slap, Mo Changshan didn't hold back at all. Qin Ni was knocked to the ground by him, stunned for a moment, then got up to fight back, but Mo Changshan didn't give her a chance, kicking her in the shoulder.

"Dad, are you crazy?"

Mo Yingying and Mo Tingting tried to stop him, but Mo Changshan pushed them aside and sat on Qin Ni, slapping her repeatedly.

The couple, one on top and one on the bottom, one being slapped, the other clawing at each other's faces.

Mo Yingying and Mo Tingting, with great effort, finally managed to separate the two with the help of the family's nanny and driver.

Mo Yingying was completely at a loss, hurriedly calling Mo Qingqing.

"Big sister, you... you have to come back quickly?" The phone had just connected, and Mo Yingying cried and pleaded, "Dad and Mom are crazy, they, they..."

"Fighting?"

Mo Qingqing seemed indifferent, playing with a cigarette in her hand, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"I can't leave, there's a pile of company matters to deal with. You handle it yourselves." Mo Qingqing smiled playfully. "Second sister, I advise you not to interfere. With Mom and Dad's issues, whoever dies in a fight wouldn't be unjust."

Mo Yingying couldn't imagine her older sister would have this attitude. She wanted to say more, but Mo Qingqing had already hung up.

Putting down the phone, opening a drawer, Mo Qingqing looked at the share authorization document she had bought from Mo Xuan's hands, then lit the cigarette in her hand, looking satisfied.

“He really can’t wait even a moment, Grandma just passed away, and he’s already making a move…” Mo Qingqing seemed quite pleased with Mo Xuan’s actions. “I’m curious, what will my half-brother, Jinpeng, do now?”

(Once again, I apologize. Recent family changes and work reasons have made updates extremely unstable. I apologize again to everyone...)