A fashion queen

Mo Yunting quietly gazed at the vibrant and confident woman before him, his wife—Cui Xueying. A subtle hint of helplessness flickered across his deep eyes. After a brief silence, he gently nodded and said, "Well, since Xueying is so insistent on joining you, then... you two should have fun." Although his words carried a hint of reluctance, he chose to respect Cui Xueying's wishes.

Hearing Mo Yunting's answer, Cui Xueying's face immediately bloomed with a smile as bright as a spring flower. She did not forget to glance at Mo Yunting proudly, then turned around and took Bai Feifei's hand beside her, and said happily: "Let's go, Feifei, don't pay attention to this boring guy!" After that, she walked away quickly with Bai Feifei in her hand like a light butterfly.

Watching them walk further and further away until they vanished, Mo Yunting couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of loss. Reason told him not to be too stubborn. After all, everyone needs their own independent space, including Cui Xueying. So, Mo Yunting took a deep breath, trying to calm his complex emotions.

"Hey, what are you thinking about, buddy!" With a loud shout, Bai You suddenly appeared in front of Mo Yunting like a ghost, instantly pulling him back to reality from his misty thoughts.

Mo Yunting was slightly startled, but quickly came to his senses, with a faint smile on his face. "Haha, nothing, I just didn't expect to meet you two brothers and sisters unexpectedly in this place." His tone was as calm as water, as if he had already anticipated Bai You's sudden appearance.

"Oh? Really? But I see that you look absent-minded, it doesn't look like nothing happened. Why, seeing your beautiful wife being taken away by my sister, do you feel uncomfortable as if you were scratched by a cat?" Bai You raised the corners of his mouth, outlining a playful smile, and his bright eyes stared at Mo Yunting, as if trying to see through his true thoughts deep in his heart.

After hearing this, Mo Yunting turned his head and glared at Bai You fiercely, his eyes blazing with fire. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "Stop talking nonsense! She and I are just like any other ordinary couple. What's so special about it?"

Despite his tough words, Mo Yunting's expression couldn't conceal his true emotions. His face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, so dark you could practically wring water out of it. His tightly furrowed brow, tense mouth, and slightly trembling cheeks all betrayed his utterly awful state of mind.

Faced with Mo Yunting's denial and forced composure, Bai You showed no sign of backing down. Instead, he raised his chin, flashed a playful smile, and continued teasingly, "Oh, you still refuse to admit it? Look at your face, filled with bitterness and hatred. It's like an overripe bitter melon, shrunken and elongated. I'm afraid it's even longer than that donkey's face, almost drooping to the ground!"

Faced with Bai You's merciless ridicule, Mo Yunting could only sigh helplessly and shook his head, saying, "Alright, just assume I'm scared of you, okay? Stop making fun of me all the time. Tell me, do you have something to tell me? Otherwise, why would you come to see me in person?"

Bai You had a sly smile on his face. He reached out and affectionately hooked his hand around Mo Yunting's broad and strong shoulders, dragging him forward with all his strength, muttering to himself, "Hey, you, how can you think like that? Can't I come to see you if nothing happened? We are good friends, and it's been a long time since we got together like we used to. Come on, come on, don't dawdle, come with me for a drink, we're not going to stop drinking tonight!"