The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife
Chapter 271: Waking In Luxury
Julieās body went cold, and she asked angrily, "What exactly do you want?" ššššš°š²šÆš»šššš¹.ššØš
"Oh, nothing much. Just want to give you a little cosmetic surgery." Mo Xiaobai chuckled. With a flick of his wrist, he produced a small knife from nowhere and maliciously dragged it across her chest. Suddenly, he plunged the knife into her shoulder.
Blood spurted out. Mo Xiaobai cruelly pulled the knife out again. Julie was drenched in cold sweat from the pain but didnāt cry out. Mo Xiaobai shook his head, tsk-tsking. "You shot my dear little cousinās most beloved woman. This is for you, and thereās another cut as interest."
As he spoke, he raised the knife and brought it down, stabbing her again. Julieās entire body convulsed. Mo Xiaobai pondered, "Where do you think my beloved little cousin-in-law would be injured if she fell from such a height? Her face..."
The bloody knife lightly grazed her face, leaving a trail of blood on Julieās beautiful features.
"So pretty," Mo Xiaobai said with a grin, then continued, "My aesthetic sense is a bit different from others, you see. A woman with a large āXā carved on her face is the most beautiful, itās very unique."
Mo Xiaobaiās movements were slow and deliberate. Julie panicked and suddenly struck out, grabbing Mo Xiaobaiās wrist. But Mo Xiaobai was no pushover. He tossed the small knife into the air, moving faster than her. He twisted her arm behind her, abruptly spun Julie around, and pinned her against the shipās railing, while his other hand caught the small knife.
"Let go of me!"
"Oh, I canāt. I havenāt finished your cosmetic surgery yet. My medical skills are excellent, very artistic. It would be such a shame if you didnāt try it," Mo Xiaobai said, his grin radiating a numbness that Julie felt throughout her body.
Julie hooked her leg backward. Mo Xiaobaiās small knife directly poked her calf. "Honestly, why wonāt you learn to behave?"
"Ah..."
"Wow, that sound is so enchanting. Scream a few more times?" Mo Xiaobai leaned closer to her, blowing hot air into her ear. Julie was a mix of anger and pain, wishing she could tear Mo Xiaobai limb from limb.
Mo Xiaobaiās lips curved, his face like peach blossoms in March, showing no trace of cruelty or heartlessness. Yet, his hand rose and fell, the small knife plunging into Julieās thigh. He generally didnāt like to finish off enemies with a single blow.
When tormenting enemies, there were two basic approaches: one was a cleaner, more direct method of sending them from heaven to hell; the other was more sadistic, enjoying the process of watching the enemy fall from heaven to hell.
Mo Chen generally preferred the cleaner, more direct approach.
Mo Xiaobai and Mo Yao preferred the latter approach, enjoying the sadistic process. So, Mo Xiaobai didnāt kill Julie with one stroke but instead slowly tortured her, stabbing her repeatedly, allowing her to savor the pain.
"Kill me!" Julie roared, but her voice lacked power. She exerted all her strength but couldnāt muster even a fraction of her earlier defiance. Mo Xiaobai was slowly eroding her arrogance.
"No, I havenāt finished your cosmetic surgery yet. How can I kill you? Besides, I have a principle: I donāt kill beauties," Mo Xiaobai said with a smile, his voice gentle, yet his actions combined strength with brutality. He suddenly grabbed Julieās neck and asked, "Come on, tell me, where is your biggest diamond processing plant? If you donāt tell me, Iāll be very gentle, you know."
"You... dream on!" Julie gritted out, each word like ice. Mo Xiaobai didnāt get angry. He smiled, a bit troubled. "I love to dream. If you donāt tell me, Iāll find it anyway. Itās just a matter of time, isnāt it? I have plenty of time."
He whistled, his gaze lingering on the soft mound on her chest. "Come on, time for surgery. My mom and my sister are the most perverse; they hate all women with better figures than them. So I think I need to help you āadjustā a bit. Although I donāt think your figure is better than my sisterās, what a coincidence, Iāve been researching breast cancer lately. Iām very curious to see what a woman looks like after these āgrapefruitsā are removed."
Mo Xiaobai smiled like a mischievous child, suddenly raising his hand as if to cut into her chest. Julieās eyes widened in horror. "Iāll tell you, Iāll tell you, no...!"
For a woman, this was a terrifying prospect. He could do whatever he wanted after she died, but she didnāt want to suffer such terrifying torment while alive.
"Such a good girl. But what if I suddenly donāt want to listen?" Mo Xiaobai asked with a grin. Julieās head suddenly slammed into Xiaobaiās. Mo Xiaobai quickly dodged. "Ouch! Are you headbutting a steel ball?"
The two stepped back slightly. Julie suddenly pulled a small pistol from her lower back and aimed it at Mo Xiaobai, firing. She would rather die taking someone with her. Mo Xiaobaiās throwing knife flew from his hand, striking directly at her throat.
His knife was as fast as her bullet, accurately hitting Julieās throat. A gunshot rang out, the bullet grazing Mo Xiaobaiās shoulder, tearing his jacket but not injuring his body.
Mo Wushuang, holding a sniper rifle, waved from the shore. "Little Li Flying Dagger, huh?"
"Sis, donāt you think Iām way handsomer than Little Li Flying Dagger? Weāre not even in the same league!" Mo Xiaobai joyfully jumped down. Mo Wushuang shook her head, tsk-tsking. "Why waste so much time with a woman?"
"Thatās called fun."
"Boring."
Wushuang poked Mo Xiaobaiās shoulder and gave a charming smile. "Mommy just called me. She said if anything happens to Feimoās woman this time, sheāll perform sex reassignment surgery, cosmetic surgery, and bone reduction on you, then send you to Feimo."
"Ah!" Mo Xiaobai exclaimed, suddenly as excited as if heād had a shot of adrenaline. "Mommy truly understands me! She knows Iāve been craving little cousin for so long and specially gave me this opportunity! Oh, indeed, only mothers are truly the best in the world!"
Wushuangās face twitched. Why did she have such an idiotic younger brother?
As Mo Xiaobai walked, he pulled a white remote control from his jacket pocket. Without looking back, he pressed the button. The oil tanker exploded, flames erupting, debris shattering and flying over ten meters high before falling into the sea.
Wen Nuan woke up already in the Mo family estate.
The family doctor had already removed the bullet and treated her wound. Wen Nuan had a long scar from her calf to her thigh, and several bruises on her back. The slightest movement caused immense pain.
When she woke up, outside was bathed in sunlight. The curtains had been drawn open, and warm sunlight spread across the floor. The room was luxurious, predominantly violet, decorated with a vintage flair. The walls featured several medieval Roman frescoes, and the furniture and furnishings were exquisite and lavish, every detail reflecting the ownerās high taste, unique vision, and utter opulence.
Where was this?
The person who saved her was Feimo, wasnāt he? How was he? Wen Nuanās memory stopped at Ye Feimo pouncing on her, holding her, and shielding her from the falling heavy objects. She heard him groan several times; he must have been seriously injured.