The Person He Fell for Wasn’t the Uncle

Li Chaoci had no idea what to say to his sister.

He had been young when he was taken away—only six or seven, the same age as the little brat now.

His sister was much older than him, and their mother had died in childbirth, so his sister had been like a mother to him.

Having left so young, he had actually already forgotten many things.

But he still had a sense that a sister was like a mother. When Li Ruo shouted at him, he vaguely recalled the feeling of being raised by his sister as a child.

Yet he still didn’t know what to say.

The brother and sister looked at each other in silence.

Seeing that he wouldn’t say anything, Mrs. Mo’s eyes reddened with anger. She had to take the initiative. “Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

Li Chaoci lowered his eyes and didn’t make a sound.

“Where have you been all these years? We’ve been looking for you.”

Li Chaoci remained silent.

Although she was angry, thinking that this was her younger brother who had gone missing as a child, she couldn’t bear to scold him. She softened her tone. “When are you planning to come home?”

Now Li Chaoci was willing to speak. “I have no such plan.”

Mrs. Mo’s eyes were red. “Chaoci, are you… are you blaming us for not taking good care of you back then, for letting you suffer? Is that why you won’t acknowledge us?”

“That’s not it,” Li Chaoci said flatly. “Don’t overthink it.”

“Then why—why have you clearly come back but refuse to see us?”

Li Chaoci fell silent again.

The situation reached an impasse.

Unlike the atmosphere in the living room.

Outside the villa, Mo Bai had already dragged Wen Zhaoyan over.

As he walked, Mo Bai briefed Wen Zhaoyan on the situation. “Little uncle and my mom are in the living room now.”

Wen Zhaoyan was somewhat surprised.

He had always known that Mo Li was at the Mo family villa. He just didn’t know why, aside from him, no one else could see him.

But Wen Zhaoyan hadn’t thought much of it. He simply assumed Mo Li was using some method to hide himself, since his abilities were very special.

And the reason Mo Li had been unwilling to reveal himself—he hadn’t understood before, but now he knew some of it. It probably had to do with the Uruk Civilization.

But it hadn’t been that long. Why had Mo Li suddenly agreed to see Mrs. Mo?

Wen Zhaoyan asked, “He’s acknowledged your mother?”

Mo Bai nodded. “Mm. This time, like it or not, he has to.”

Wen Zhaoyan still found it strange, though he couldn’t say why.

But he also wanted to see Mo Li. Now that he could, he didn’t want to miss the chance.

When they reached the villa’s entrance, Mo Xiangtian was still sitting there, looking nothing like the richest man in the Empire.

Seeing Wen Zhaoyan, Mo Xiangtian’s tone wasn’t particularly friendly. “Your Highness, do you need something?”

There was even a hint of disdain and jealousy.

Why was his baby always so close to the Crown Prince?

He was the real father!

Wen Zhaoyan nodded. “Master Mo.”

That served as their greeting.

Mo Bai peeked into the living room. “How’s it going in there?”

Mo Xiangtian said, “The soundproofing is excellent. Can’t hear a thing.”

Mo Bai had to say to Wen Zhaoyan, “Then let’s wait a bit longer.”

Out of politeness, Mo Bai didn’t use his divine power. After all, one person in there was his mother, and the other was his uncle.

Sitting beside Mo Xiangtian, Mo Bai also gestured for Wen Zhaoyan to sit.

After a moment’s hesitation, Wen Zhaoyan sat down stiffly.

The two big ones and the little one sat like that on the steps. The sun shone down, casting a halo over all three.

Wen Zhaoyan was worried about Mo Li’s situation. He kept looking back.

Seeing this, Mo Xiangtian said, “Don’t worry. Let the siblings talk. My wife probably has a lot of questions.”

Wen Zhaoyan grunted in acknowledgment.

Having learned from Mo Bai that Wen Zhaoyan liked his brother-in-law, Mo Xiangtian couldn’t help asking curiously, “By the way, you and my brother-in-law…”

“Dad.” Mo Bai tugged at Mo Xiangtian’s sleeve, his little face serious. “Don’t be so direct.”

Mo Xiangtian rubbed his nose. “Baby’s right. That was rude of Daddy.”

“Mm.” Mo Bai glanced at Wen Zhaoyan, lowered his voice, and said to Mo Xiangtian, “He’s still in the unrequited love stage. Saying that would hurt his feelings.”

Wen Zhaoyan: “…”

Sorry. The problem of having strong mental energy.

He heard that.

“Oh, oh.” Mo Xiangtian suddenly understood. When he looked at Wen Zhaoyan again, his gaze carried sympathy.

Mo Xiangtian might not be the best judge of character, but he could tell at a glance that his brother-in-law wouldn’t be easy to win over.

The Crown Prince would have his work cut out for him.

Mo Xiangtian patted Wen Zhaoyan’s shoulder and comforted him. “It’s nothing. Young people should grow stronger from setbacks and face difficulties head-on. Sometimes the opportunity is right in front of you. You just need to try a few more times.”

Wen Zhaoyan: “…”

Wen Zhaoyan.

But this person was Mo Li’s brother-in-law.

He was the brother-in-law.

Wen Zhaoyan: “…Mm.”

Mo Bai also looked at Wen Zhaoyan with encouraging eyes, his voice milky. “Don’t worry, uncle-in-law. We’ll help you.”

A little brat, still needing to be carried, talking in a baby voice about helping someone chase another person…

Wen Zhaoyan reached out and rubbed the little brat’s head. “Worry about yourself.”

But clearly, the little brat didn’t take his words to heart.

The two big ones and the little one waited a while longer. Then the large door behind them, which had been tightly shut, finally opened.

The three turned their heads in unison.

It was Li Ruo who opened the door. Her eyes were still a bit red, and her expression wasn’t good. At a glance, the three could tell the conversation hadn’t gone particularly well.

When Li Ruo saw the three people sitting on the steps outside the door, she was slightly startled.

Baibai was understandable—he was still a child, sitting on the ground was fine.

Mo Xiangtian occasionally had his moments too—he was her husband, she understood him.

But Wen Zhaoyan?

Mo Xiangtian quickly stood up and went to her. “Honey, how did it go?”

Li Ruo didn’t answer. Instead, she stepped aside and let them in.

As soon as Wen Zhaoyan entered, he searched for Mo Li.

The living room, full of childlike playfulness, besides being filled with children’s toys, also had a simple sofa and tea table.

Now a man was standing by the sofa.

The man had light blue eyes, a pair of fox-like eyes hiding deep emotions. His figure was tall and lean, with an faint, almost imperceptible pressure lingering around him. At a single glance, Wen Zhaoyan could tell this was not an easy person to deal with.

So, where was Mo Li?

Hadn’t he said Mo Li and Mrs. Mo were in the living room?

Wen Zhaoyan looked away from the man, scanning the room for Mo Li.

But he didn’t find him.

Just then, Mo Bai called out, “Little uncle.”

Li Chaoci, who had been mostly silent when alone with Li Ruo in the living room, visibly relaxed at Mo Bai’s call and responded gently.

Wen Zhaoyan’s search for Mo Li froze.

Then, slowly, his gaze shifted back to Li Chaoci.

What had the little brat just called this person?

Uncle?

For a moment, Wen Zhaoyan thought his ears were playing tricks on him.

Why else would he hear the little brat call someone other than Mo Li ‘uncle’?

Mo Bai, however, didn’t notice Wen Zhaoyan’s expression. He was frantically signaling to Li Chaoci—

‘Little uncle, look at this one! Do you like him? If so, I’ll play matchmaker!’

Although he didn’t have a red thread.

But as the saying went:

‘If you say he’s a bit hard to chase, it must be because the Wish-Granting God hasn’t blown on him.’

‘Blow a breath of divine spirit on you, and your love life will go smoothly.’

Li Chaoci didn’t get his little nephew’s hint. He had only glanced at Wen Zhaoyan briefly when he entered, then returned his attention to Mo Bai.

Seeing Mo Bai blinking furiously, Li Chaoci asked worriedly, “Xiao Bai, what’s wrong? Are your eyes uncomfortable?”

Mo Bai: “.”

He was hinting so obviously, and he still didn’t get it?!

Well, Wen Zhaoyan’s feelings were unrequited after all. His little uncle probably didn’t have any romantic intentions toward Wen Zhaoyan, so naturally, he wouldn’t notice.

Mo Bai had to signal to Wen Zhaoyan instead: ‘Your uncle is here, my mom is here—go on, show off!’

Mo Bai thought: ‘I worry so much about your happiness.’

But Wen Zhaoyan, for some reason, suddenly turned and started to leave.

Mo Bai was stunned. He didn’t understand.

He quickly chased after him on his chubby little legs.

Wen Zhaoyan left the villa. Sensing the little brat chasing after him, he stopped.

But the little brat was running too eagerly and ran straight into his leg.

Normally, Wen Zhaoyan would have quickly picked up the little brat and rubbed him better. But his mood was very subtle and shocked right now, and he didn’t have the
presence of mind for those small details.

Mo Bai rubbed his bumped nose, craned his head way back, and looked at Wen Zhaoyan.

Mo Bai blinked, confused. “Why did you leave? Are you shy?”

Wen Zhaoyan: “…No.”

Mo Bai said, “Then why are you leaving?”

Wen Zhaoyan pointed toward the living room, his voice and emotions unclear. “He’s really your uncle?”

Actually, the question was somewhat redundant.

Mrs. Mo had met him in person, and the man did look quite similar to her.

He didn’t look much like Mo Bai, except for a few vague resemblances.

Mo Bai said, “Yes, he’s my little uncle. His name is Li Chaoci. You told me about him. Did you forget?”

Wen Zhaoyan: “…”

The person he knew was not this person at all!

That person’s name was Li Chaoci… then who was Mo Li?

Wen Zhaoyan vaguely recalled that Mo Li had only ever said his name was Mo Li, never that he was Li Chaoci.

He had assumed Mo Li was the little brat’s uncle because they looked so alike.

Wen Zhaoyan took a deep breath. “How many uncles do you have?”

Mo Bai said, “Just one.”

Mo Bai suddenly frowned, his expression also confused. “Do I have another uncle? Which uncle do you like?”

Before Wen Zhaoyan could explain, Li Chaoci’s voice came from behind. “What ‘which uncle’? Who likes whom?”

It turned out Li Chaoci, Mo Xiangtian, and Li Ruo had come out together.

They had seen Mo Bai run out in a hurry and were worried, so they followed.

As soon as they stepped out, they heard this.

Li Chaoci was a bit confused.

Seeing Mo Bai looking at Wen Zhaoyan, Li Chaoci’s gaze slowly shifted to Wen Zhaoyan as well.

He understood: Xiao Bai was talking about Wen Zhaoyan.

Li Chaoci immediately shuddered. His fox-like eyes showed a hint of disgust. “Little one, don’t tell me the person who likes me is him?”

Mo Bai didn’t know what to say.

Because he could see that Wen Zhaoyan’s expression was very off.

And he vaguely felt that what they were talking about… wasn’t the same person?

Wen Zhaoyan met Li Chaoci’s gaze. Immediately: “…”

He felt equally disgusted.

Wen Zhaoyan looked away from Li Chaoci and asked the little brat in a low voice, “Li Chaoci is your uncle. Then who is Mo Li?”

Mo Bai froze.

Then, slowly, a large question mark materialized over his head.

Mo Li?

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