Chapter 2197 - 2201: It Wasn’t You, Was It?

Chapter 2197: Chapter 2201: It Wasn’t You, Was It?

"I know, the biggest regret of my father’s life is that I’m a girl." Mo Bei laughed self-deprecatingly, "I want to show him that marriage isn’t the only path for women to take. If I want, I can stand strong just like he does."

Mo Wen raised an eyebrow, "Are you blaming our godfather for giving something that should have been yours to me?"

"What nonsense!" Mo Bei rolled her eyes at him with a smile. After a moment, her expression calmed, "I just want to be able to help him like you do."

"If you’re worried about the marriage, there’s no need." Mo Wen said.

"What do you mean?" Mo Bei asked in confusion.

"The person who was supposed to marry you is already dead, so..." Mo Wen shrugged, "You don’t have to worry about him forcing you back anymore."

"Dead?!" Mo Bei looked shocked and turned towards Mo Wen with scrutinizing eyes, "Brother... it wasn’t you, was it?"

"Don’t misunderstand, you should know, we only do legitimate business, we never do such things!" Mo Wen waved his hands to indicate he had nothing to do with it, "I just got the news myself, they said it was a drug overdose!"

Mo Bei nodded slightly, "That’s good then."

Indeed, Mo Bei was very resistant to the marriage her father arranged for her, which was why she had tried to run away several times before.

"Anyway, you can relax now, no need to struggle like this." Mo Wen gently patted her arm.

"Ouch!" Mo Bei grimaced in pain as he hit her wound, "Brother, be gentle, it’s killing me!"

Grabbing her wrist, Mo Wen lifted the sleeve of her robe to see the large bruise on her arm, frowning with concern.

"Now you know it hurts, why didn’t you be more careful before?" Despite his reproach, his eyes were full of concern, "Have you applied ointment?"

"I just did." Mo Bei replied.

"Just applying the ointment isn’t enough, you have to disperse the blood clot." Mo Wen gave her a sidelong glance and gestured towards the bed with his chin, "Lie down, I’ll relax your muscles a bit."

"Thanks!" Mo Bei chuckled and lay down on the bed. Mo Wen walked to her side and started massaging the wound on her arm, "It will hurt a bit, but bear with it, it’ll feel much better afterwards."

He massaged her tense muscles carefully, not daring to apply too much pressure, carefully controlling the strength of his fingers.

Mo Bei enjoyed his service contentedly, "So comfortable, it’s a waste for you not to be a masseur."

"Masseur?" Mo Wen stood up, pinched her calf, and pressed her calf muscles with his palm, "Apart from you, there’s no one else in the world who deserves my service."

"Ha..." Mo Bei laughed while lying on the bed, "Of course, because you’re my brother... Ah, so comfortable, I feel like taking a nap."

"Then sleep."

"Alright, I’ll really sleep then..."

Mo Bei, true to her word, closed her eyes and enjoyed his service, soon her breathing became steady.

Mo Wen’s hand moved from her calf to her thigh.

She lay on the bed, her back with a beautiful curve.

Indeed, has she quietly grown up without him realizing it?!

Feeling her smooth and elastic skin beneath his fingertips, Mo Wen’s breathing inadvertently became heavy. He dared not continue pressing, so he bit his lip, stood up straight, and covered her with a thin blanket.

His gaze fell on her face, Mo Wen frowned slightly, and he couldn’t help but bend down, lift his finger to tidy a few stray hairs, and was about to reach for her cheek.

Thump thump thump!

The sound of knocking on the door suddenly echoed anxiously.

...

Good afternoon