Those Who Lack Love Seek Dependence

When Mo Xuan opened his eyes, he felt something soft in his arms and a pleasant fragrance wafting through the air.

He froze for a moment, about to get up, but the person in his arms clung to him like a spoiled child, murmuring softly, "Brother, stay with me a little longer…"

Huh? Something’s not right.

Though Mo Xuan’s memory was hazy, he distinctly remembered that the person who had been teasing him earlier was Luo Shiya. How did it suddenly become Luo Muqi?

"What’s wrong, brother?"

Winter nights always arrived early, and in the afternoon, Luo Shiya had thoughtfully drawn the curtains to let him rest.

In the darkness, he could only make out vague outlines, unable to see the expression on Luo Muqi’s face. Of course, it was better that he couldn’t see, because while her voice was tender, her expression was disturbingly… twisted.

"Nothing, what time is it?"

Mo Xuan reached out to find his phone, but Luo Muqi’s soft hand gently stopped him. Then, her delicate scent enveloped him, and her warm, soft lips pressed against his.

Hmm, the French kind.

"Stay with me a little longer…"

Luo Muqi seemed to be suppressing some emotion, her voice so soft it was almost unbearable. Mo Xuan sighed helplessly and patted her head, "Alright, let’s lie down a bit longer."

Mo Xuan’s feelings for Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi were complicated. In the past, he had always thought it was guilt, a sense of responsibility. Their family backgrounds and status were worlds apart. Back in school, he had seen Luo Muqi before—always like a little princess, surrounded by admirers.

Of course, he had also seen her suitors. Once, while heading out to eat, he saw a boy holding a bouquet of flowers, making a grand gesture to confess his love to Luo Muqi.

But Luo Muqi rejected him, and rather harshly at that. She had simply replied coldly, "I don’t like you. This is annoying."

As for the second son of the Xiao family, his attempt was even more extravagant. He had flown in roses to cover the school’s pathways, with a Maserati parked behind him, its passenger seat filled not only with flowers but also expensive rings and necklaces.

But he fared even worse than the previous guy—Luo Muqi didn’t even show up.

Mo Xuan had some authority on this matter. Back then, she had dragged him to a hotel to… play games all afternoon, as their relationship wasn’t what it was now.

Luo Shiya was as cold as an iceberg, Luo Muqi as haughty as a princess, but they were different with him. One was like a gentle older sister, the other like a clingy younger sister.

And the dynamic was peculiar. Before their relationship was defined, Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi had already filled his emotional needs to the brim.

On one hand, they were endlessly accommodating to him; on the other, they seemed to rely on him in certain matters.

Mo Xuan had always lacked love, and he never denied it. He craved being loved and needed. This feeling was completely different from what he had experienced with Su Yanran.

Before Su Yanran met Mo Jinpeng, their relationship had never been equal. In Mo Xuan’s eyes, Su Yanran had saved his life, so he had given more.

At first, Su Yanran had reciprocated, but gradually she became the one who only took.

"Why are you so quiet, brother?"

Luo Muqi’s voice pulled Mo Xuan out of his thoughts. He hugged her tighter, his voice tinged with hesitation and insecurity, "I’m afraid this is a dream, and when I wake up, everything will be gone."

In the darkness, Luo Muqi flashed a sly smile, though Mo Xuan couldn’t see it. Her movements, however, remained gentle as she pressed her face against his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat.

"You’re overthinking it, brother. My sister and I will always be with you," Luo Muqi whispered softly. "You’re just feeling vulnerable because of Grandma’s passing, and that’s making you insecure."

"Actually, I’ve always been insecure…"

Mo Xuan chuckled bitterly. This was the first time he had opened up about his feelings in front of Luo Shiya or Luo Muqi. "Muqi, you and Shiya are exceptional in every way—almost ridiculously so. And me… I have nothing. Even though I have money now, compared to the Luo family, it’s nothing."

"Especially now, after all this time living together, and with our relationship being so… unusual. Sometimes I feel like this is all a dream. Every day, I’m afraid you’ll disappear…"

"It’s kind of funny. I used to think I wasn’t good enough for you, and I never dared to hope for anything. But now, I’m scared of losing you…"

"In the past, I had Grandma, and it was just the two of us. Now… I only have you, Shiya, and our daughters…"

"I can’t bear the thought of you and Shiya leaving me. I’d…"

His words were cut off by Luo Muqi’s passionate kiss…

In the secret room of the study, Luo Shiya slowly removed her headphones, her gaze fixated on the wall covered in photos of Mo Xuan. Her eyes were filled with obsession and madness.

The plan was unfolding exactly as they had envisioned. Even Grandma’s sudden passing had unexpectedly worked in their favor.

Luo Shiya casually turned off the listening device, stood up, and began tracing the photos with her fingers. A smile crept onto her lips, and her eyes grew even more deranged…

In a bar in the Capital, Mo Jinpeng was drowning his sorrows in drink after drink, his face a picture of despair. Going home wasn’t an option—Qin Ni would probably kill him if he did.

He thought about calling his three sisters, but he didn’t dare. After all, they were Qin Ni’s biological daughters, and with this scandal coming to light, even the sisters who had once doted on him might turn against him.

"Mo Xuan…"

The thought of Mo Xuan made Mo Jinpeng’s eyes burn with rage. Mo Changshan had told him that it was Mo Xuan who had exposed Qin Ni’s scandal. And it was undoubtedly Mo Xuan who had informed Qin Ni about it.

Now, Mo Jinpeng was in a pitiful state. Su Yanran had blocked him, and the Mo family was likely in chaos.

As he thought about it, Mo Jinpeng took a large gulp of alcohol. Everything had changed in a single day. The Qin family would surely seek retribution, and his three sisters would probably turn on him because of this.

"I’m going to kill him!"

Mo Jinpeng gritted his teeth in hatred. But aside from Mo Xuan’s terrifying combat skills, the fact that he was now being supported by a wealthy and powerful woman made things even worse. Remembering Uncle Zheng’s show of force and the shady dealings Mo Jinpeng had been involved in—all of which Mo Xuan had uncovered and used against him—only fueled his frustration.

Just as he was about to take another drink, his phone rang. He glanced down and saw that it was his biological mother.

"What is it?"

Mo Jinpeng answered impatiently. Right now, he resented the fact that he wasn’t Qin Ni’s biological son. If he were, none of this would have happened. His frustration even extended to his own mother.

But the voice on the other end wasn’t the one he expected.

"What’s wrong, little brother? Why so hostile?"

Mo Qingqing? Mo Jinpeng felt his drunkenness fade instantly, his voice tense. "Big sister, you… you…"

"I want to meet you. Come over," Mo Qingqing said casually, though there was an underlying threat in her tone. "I don’t need to give you the address, do I?"

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