The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 486: The Price of Devotion

Ghost Face couldn’t help but smile. Chǔchǔ was truly too adorable.

No wonder so many people liked her.

Wushuang adored her almost to the bone. Little Chǔchǔ’s appearance, so clever, mischievous, and endearing, was reminiscent of the young Hǎilán from over a decade ago. Everyone loved her. Kaka had every reason to spoil his sister so much.

Mò Xiǎobái was a little offended. His lips weren’t as good as Brother Mùhán’s? Pure nonsense! This girl really didn’t know a good thing when she saw it. Mò Xiǎobái instantly grinned wolfishly. "No problem! Brother Xiǎobái’s technique in bed is definitely better than his."

Wushuang wanted to hit him with a spoon. Was he showing off his extensive experience here?

Chǔchǔ looked down at his lower body curiously, then cleared her throat. "Generally speaking, when that thing is used too much, the size gets smaller, Brother Xiǎobái. Technique isn’t the most important thing; size is."

Wushuang held her stomach and burst out laughing. Mò Xiǎobái’s face went dark...

Ghost Face also couldn’t contain his smile. Watching Chǔchǔ make such a suggestive joke with a straight face was truly hilarious. Mò Xiǎobái wanted to pinch her. Chǔchǔ stuck out her tongue and made a funny face.

Wushuang rubbed her head. Ghost Face couldn’t help but comment, "You guys are being a little too obvious."

Mò Xiǎobái, Wushuang, and Chǔchǔ asked in unison, "What did we do?"

Ghost Face remained silent.

The Vermilion Bird walked out with Fāng Jiāqí, indignant. She pulled Fāng Jiāqí aside and said, "Jiāqí, look at them. They are bullying you like this, and you just tolerate it?"

Fāng Jiāqí’s expression was calm and she looked at the Vermilion Bird helplessly. "What do you want me to do?"

The Vermilion Bird said matter-of-factly, "You are Nánfēng’s fiancée! Why do they get to talk like that? Chǔchǔ is so thoughtless. Whose side is she on? They are all from the Mafia."

Fāng Jiāqí said faintly, "This has nothing to do with Chǔchǔ."

The Vermilion Bird countered, "Of course it does! That mischievous girl is clever. She clearly said those things to make you uncomfortable. Only you are kind enough not to argue with her. Don’t you realize you’ll be her sister-in-law one day?"

Fāng Jiāqí looked up at the sky. It was overcast today, with little sun. "No one can say for sure what the future holds."

The Vermilion Bird was angry. Fāng Jiāqí knew she couldn’t blame the Vermilion Bird. The First Terror Organization was facing a lot of pressure these days. Although their headquarters was in London and they were powerful, they couldn’t compare to a legitimate government. Therefore, the relationship between the First Terror Organization and the British government had always been critical, and they had never had any major slip-ups. Both Chǔ Lí and Yè Níngyuăn had done their best to maintain the relationship between the First Terror Organization and the British government.

But this time, the relationship between the two parties was at a stalemate and gradually deteriorating.

It was bad enough that Kaka had risked everything for Wushuang, but he had recklessly bombed Devil’s Castle. This was sure to bring trouble to the First Terror Organization. Although the official government hadn’t explicitly stated who did it, it was obvious enough that they couldn’t miss it.

Unless Wushuang was handed over, it would be difficult to resolve the matter this time.

The Vermilion Bird believed that without Wushuang, Nánfēng would not have gone to save her, and they would not have caused trouble. Many people in the First Terror Organization thought the same, but only the Vermilion Bird expressed it so clearly.

Furthermore, Nánfēng’s near-fatal injury was another reason for their anger.

Combined with the long-standing mix of business dealings and rivalry between the Mafia and the First Terror Organization, everyone was sensitive about their relationship. They were deeply afraid that Kaka would compromise the First Terror Organization’s interests for Wushuang’s sake, which they would not allow.

This incident was highly troubling. The Vermilion Bird’s constant targeting of Wushuang was nothing more than a way to let Wushuang know that Fāng Jiāqí was Kaka’s fiancée, and Wushuang was nothing. She even brought up the fact that Wushuang’s life was saved thanks to Fāng Jiāqí, deliberately trying to make Wushuang uncomfortable.

Fāng Jiāqí could tell that if the Vermilion Bird hadn’t spoken so carelessly, Chǔchǔ wouldn’t have targeted them.

Chǔchǔ was Kaka’s sister, Chǔ Lí’s daughter, and a member of the First Terror Organization. Fāng Jiāqí was in the biological and chemical group, and Chǔchǔ was in the biology group. Their work was similar, but Chǔchǔ spent very little time at the First Terror Organization. She grew up with Chǔ Lí and Róng Yán and was closest to the Mò family. So, in terms of personal ties, Chǔchǔ wouldn’t side with them.

The Vermilion Bird, however, felt that because Chǔchǔ was Kaka’s sister, she should support Fāng Jiāqí.

There was a fundamental difference in their viewpoints.

Seeing that no one was around, the Vermilion Bird said to Fāng Jiāqí, "Jiāqí, you and Nánfēng have been together for so many years. Are you considering getting married?"

"Married?" Fāng Jiāqí raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised the Vermilion Bird brought this up. The Vermilion Bird gave her an exasperated look. "Why are you surprised? Haven’t you thought about this? My heavens, you’ve been dating for almost ten years! You should have married ages ago. Nánfēng and you aren’t young anymore. How long are you going to drag this out? The previous head was already married with Tiānyǔ being seven or eight years old at your age."

Fāng Jiāqí smiled. "You’re worrying too soon. Marriage is still a long way off."

"What do you mean, a long way off? We think you should have been married already," the Vermilion Bird said. If they were married, perhaps Nánfēng’s thoughts wouldn’t be so erratic. He wouldn’t do anything foolish for that woman, and he wouldn’t damage the First Terror Organization’s interests.

Fāng Jiāqí patted her shoulder. "I know you care about us, but this issue really isn’t urgent. If Wushuang doesn’t marry, he won’t marry."

"Whether she gets married or not, what does that have to do with you?" the Vermilion Bird asked, pouting. "With Mò Wushuang’s personality, what man would dare to take her? If she never marries, will you both wait forever for her?"

"Wushuang’s character is not for you to gossip about behind her back." A cold voice drifted from the side. The air seemed to drop by ten degrees, chilling and frightening. Fāng Jiāqí was about to tell the Vermilion Bird to stop when she was interrupted. She was also surprised.

Mò Yáo walked over from the corner of the corridor, his hands behind his back. There was no expression on his beautiful and stern face, as if those words hadn’t come from his mouth. The cold, emotionless look in his eyes made people shiver.

The Vermilion Bird was generally bold, but even she was a little scared now. Fāng Jiāqí quickly said, "Mr. Mò, the Vermilion Bird didn’t mean to speak ill of Wushuang. Please don’t take offense."

Mò Yáo’s gaze was like ice, cold yet sharp. The Vermilion Bird reminded herself that this was the First Terror Organization, and her courage returned somewhat. She couldn’t help but say, "What’s wrong with you? Why are you secretly hiding here listening to our conversation?"

Mò Yáo remained silent, showing no anger. But it was that very gaze that made her feel as though she was being slowly tortured.