My Fiancé's Scandals Never End, So I Married His Uncle Instead-Chapter 123: White Moonlight and Cinnabar Mole Dream Crossover

Chapter 123: Chapter 123: White Moonlight and Cinnabar Mole Dream Crossover

Miles Trenton sat upright. In his peripheral vision, Silas Norwood was acting like an uninvolved bystander, quietly accompanying Celia Sterling, clearly playing a supporting role.

’So, he’s made up his mind not to reveal himself.’

Cursing inwardly, Miles Trenton resignedly put on a smile. He ignored Silas Norwood and turned to Celia Sterling with an enthusiastic grin.

"The boss couldn’t make it, but he sent me with what you wanted, Miss Sterling."

He took out a thick stack of files and placed them in front of Celia Sterling. "These are the bases compiled by ten actuaries. Please pick one, Miss Sterling."

’According to the plan, ownership of all the bases in this stack was supposed to be transferred today. But of course, his boss had to drop the ball at the critical moment. Now, even if he wanted to lavishly gift all of them to her, he had no proper pretext. All he could do was choose the safest, most appropriate course of action.’

Celia Sterling hadn’t expected him to be so straightforward.

She hesitantly took the files and looked through them one by one. They included locations all over the world. In addition to several medium-sized bases, there was also a super-base.

"I hope you won’t find this offering too meager, Miss Sterling. We were on a tight schedule, and the actuaries underperformed. Even working overtime, this is all they could compile. If you can afford to wait, all the bases under the boss’s control should be fully audited within about five months." Miles Trenton’s tone held a hint of regret, along with a touch of pent-up frustration that Celia Sterling couldn’t quite comprehend.

She assumed he was just being polite; after all, whether the tycoon’s bases were audited had nothing to do with her. She picked a medium-sized domestic base that would be easy to manage, but the whole thing still felt surreal.

"Didn’t the tycoon say that none of his bases were for sale, and that they were all reserved for his wife?"

"That’s right. These bases aren’t for sale," Miles Trenton said leisurely. "You can just take one to use as you wish, Miss Sterling—how about choosing this super-base? Not only are the soil and environment excellent, but this year’s special raw materials haven’t been harvested yet. We can give them all to you to have fun with."

Celia Sterling let out a laugh. "You must be joking, Mr. Trenton. A super-base of that caliber... Delia Caine can’t handle something that large right now. I actually prepared several lease agreements today. If Rivermoon would be so gracious as to lease one to me for five or ten years, I would be endlessly grateful."

"Let’s not talk about money today." Miles Trenton shook his head, his tone meaningful. "You can use the base for free for now, Miss Sterling. If you happen to meet my boss someday, you can discuss it with him in person."

"That wouldn’t be right." As much as Celia Sterling wanted the base, she couldn’t bring herself to accept a free lunch. Besides, the terms were so generous that they made her wary.

"It’s fine." Silas Norwood, who had been a silent observer until now, spoke up gently. "Cece, just use it for now. If any disputes come up later, I’ll talk to... Rivermoon."

Miles Trenton couldn’t hold back a soft scoff, but he quickly straightened up and put on a serious expression.

Celia Sterling looked at Silas Norwood. "Silas, are you sure?"

"I’m sure." Silas Norwood paused. "Or, you could talk to him online."

"Alright, then. Mr. Trenton, please hold on to the files for now. After I’ve had a private chat with the tycoon, I’ll come see you in person to handle the handover." With that, Celia Sterling immediately picked up her phone, opened her chat window with Rivermoon, and fired off several messages.

There was no response.

Celia Sterling was used to it. She motioned for Silas Norwood to pour tea for Miles Trenton and said politely, "I’m not sure when your boss will get back to me. If you’re not busy, Mr. Trenton, would you like to join us for a simple meal?"

Watching Silas Norwood take the initiative to pour him tea, Miles Trenton silently savored the rare experience of being served by his boss. "That won’t be necessary. I have other important matters to attend to."

He stood up, ready to leave the couple to their private time, and gathered the contracts to take with him.

Celia Sterling tugged on Silas Norwood’s sleeve. "Silas, you should see Mr. Trenton out."

Silas Norwood nodded slightly. "Cece, wait here for me a moment."

One walking in front of the other, they left Private Room 1, walked down the hallway, and reached the main entrance.

They walked in silence. Just as they stepped through the main entrance, Miles Trenton finally broke. "BOSS," he said in a low voice.

Silas Norwood gave a quiet "hmm" in response.

Miles Trenton sighed. "After all this today, I’m worried. How are you going to explain this away later?"

Silas Norwood didn’t answer.

’He thought about Celia’s internal conflict just now—wanting to meet him, yet being afraid to. If she preferred interacting with him online, then what was the harm in keeping this identity hidden in the shadows forever?’

After Miles Trenton left, Silas stood at the main entrance, took out his phone, and switched to his alternate account.

On the screen, Celia’s messages popped up:

Cece: [Hey, Tycoon-Daddy. I met with Mr. Trenton. Thank you so much for your generosity in offering to lease a base to me. I’ve prepared a few draft contracts; can I have Mr. Trenton pass them to you for review?]

Cece: [Tycoon-Daddy, please reply when you see this.]

Cece: [It’s no problem if you don’t agree. Business is business, and friendship is friendship.]

Silas Norwood lowered his gaze, his thumb caressing the screen for a long moment before he slowly typed out a reply:

Rivermoon: [I have plenty of bases. It’s no big deal.]

Rivermoon: [If you see me as a friend, then don’t talk about money. Just take it and have fun with it for a few years.]

Rivermoon: [If you don’t want it, I’ll just give it to your arch-nemesis.]

Rivermoon: [It’s your call.]

Rivermoon: [Gotta go tend to my wife. No need to reply.]

After sending the messages, he switched back to his main account. His elegant figure returned to Room 1, ready to have dinner with his girlfriend. Celia Sterling was still in her seat, staring at her phone with a conflicted expression. Silas Norwood watched her quietly from the doorway for a moment before saying softly:

"Seeing my girlfriend get so worked up over a single, insignificant base makes me feel a little inadequate."

"Oh, right. My boyfriend is super rich." Celia Sterling shot him a playful glare. "Then you can be the one to repay the favor to that tycoon in the future."

A faint smile touched Silas Norwood’s eyes. "Of course. Anything to ease my future wife’s worries."

"Not your wife. Yet."

"The Qixi Festival is almost here." Silas Norwood pretended not to hear her retort and said seriously, "It’s time we made it official."

On the Qixi Festival, besides all the public displays of affection, plenty of single people flocked to Silas Norwood’s Weibo page to "worship" The Moneybags. In addition to praying for wealth, countless fans also commented on his most recent, unofficial relationship announcement, hoping to soak up some of the good luck from him and his future wife and find a partner of their own.

Meanwhile, plenty of others flocked to Kian Sterling’s Weibo, praying to the heavens for a boyfriend just like him.

On that restless Qixi night, people harbored fantasies about these two archetypes of the perfect lover—the "white moonlight" and the "cinnabar mole." They playfully bounced between Silas Norwood’s and Kian Sterling’s Weibo pages, not expecting any real drama—it was just part of their daily social media rounds.

But to everyone’s surprise, there was a sudden update from the official account of The Moneybags himself, Silas Norwood.

Just a few days after his last post featuring a ring, he posted another one for the Qixi Festival. The difference was that this time, the ring was pictured on one of two hands, their fingers tightly intertwined.

People already knew he had a partner, so a public display of affection was to be expected.

What wasn’t normal was the caption:

[Brother-in-law]

Two simple words, tagging Kian Sterling.

Within a minute, Kian Sterling had retweeted Silas Norwood’s post.

[Mm.]

An even more concise, single word appeared with the retweet, tagging Silas Norwood.

Countless fans were dumbfounded, bewildered, and silent.

Minutes later, Weibo crashed!