Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When evening came, Mo Jue and Ye Wei returned to their home in their car and chopper respectively. After they reached home, the stars had already lit the sky. The two, who had not eaten anything since the morning, were famished.
Ye Wei’s stomach growled whereas Mo Jue had a little appetite but was hungry. While Mo Jue would typically whip up dinner, he returned home to lie on the couch and close his eyes.
Ye Wei wanted to nudge him to prepare food, but Mo Jue lazily replied, “You promised to prepare dinner two days ago, and I’ve yet to see you do it.”
Beautiful Ye Wei paused. Had he not mentioned it, she would have long forgotten about it.
“Are you sure that I will prepare dinner?” Ye Wei replied a little tiredly. To be used to having someone serving you, then having the tables turn, felt a tad uncomfortable.
“How do I know whether you can cook if you do not prepare anything?”
As the conversation had reached this point, Ye Wei did not mention anything else and went into the kitchen, highly doubtful about her cooking skills. Mo Jue looked at her and quietly smiled.
There were ingredients in the refrigerator as Mo Jue would have somebody deliver fresh ingredients—all of which Ye Wei liked—at the start of each day. Ye Wei glanced into the fridge and seemed to be confident preparing a few different dishes.
Mo Jue also entered the kitchen, and Ye Wei’s eyes lit up, thinking he was about to help. “You cook. I’ll prepare the rice,” he plainly said.
He prepared the simplest portion. Ye Wei pouted. She could not do anything about it because she had agreed to it. She looked at her hands. They were not the hands of a chef. She felt that she could only kill with them.
Ye Wei flung her head and removed those unwholesome images in her mind as she went down to cooking. She did not expect herself to chop faster and more accurately than Mo Jue. After Mo Jue was done washing the rice, he did not leave the kitchen. The kitchen, thankfully, was large enough to accommodate both of them without feeling cramped. He watched Ye Wei get busy from the side.
She deftly chopped the carrot and prepared the carrot strips in no time. The carrot was evenly shredded, and Ye Wei was pleased. She waved her knife and gently cocked her ponytail. “I can cook better than you.”
As that must be the truth, Mo Jue did not reply although he had not eaten what Ye Wei had prepared.
Ye Wei, having found her confidence, seemed to be in even higher spirits as she deftly got down to work. Mo Jue looked at her side profile, and the happy parts of his heart became even gentler.
This felt as though they were an old couple. Mo Jue yearned for such a serene and warm life. Once he ended work and returned home, his wife would wait for him with arms outstretched whilst the fragrance of dinner wafted from the kitchen.
While most men would have such an opportunity, it was something that he would not quite hope for. The more he hoped for it, the more excited he became and wished this moment would never end.
If he could freeze time, Mo Jue would do all he could to freeze this moment.
After a tumultuous day where they almost pointed guns at each other, both of them eventually calmed down. Amidst this warmth, she smiled and prepared their dinner in high spirits. Such an opportunity would not come by every day, and not every experience would unfold in the same way. A slight mistake would be all it took to upset this delicate situation.
Wei Wei?
She, a really proud woman, had never cooked for somebody.
As he thought about this, Mo Jue’s heart fluttered even more intensely. His heart warmed, and the Mafia and the terrorist organization were distant ideals.
This was their world.
As Ye Wei got busy, the fragrance of spicy and sour potato strips leaped at him. While it was a typical dinner dish, she prepared it relatively differently. In terms of looks, what Ye Wei prepared looked much better than what was offered at the restaurants.
Mo Jue broke into an even bigger smile as Ye Wei prepared the second dish. When she saw Mo Jue hang around by the countertop, she nagged at him for taking up space and chased him out. Mo Jue did not move and Ye Wei scolded him laughingly and did not insist.
“You’re such a weird person to come in and not help. Why are you simply looking at me like this?” She was thankful she had mastered her focus to the point that a handsome hunk staring at her did not affect how she cooked.
“You’ll never understand!” Mo Jue broke into a rare smile.
Ye Wei shook her head as she fried the onions golden-brown. “It’s not me who doesn’t understand, but you are not allowing me to understand you.”
She just quipped unintentionally, but he was listening intently.
He was stunned for a moment.
Was that the case? Mo Jue was always of the impression that Ye Wei was smart enough to the point she would understand whatever he showed but not said. After thinking harder, he realized that she was spot-on with her every guess on how he would deal with the terrorist organization. But, when he put effort into her, she was befuddled and her guesses were off to the point she made extreme assumptions about his intentions.
Had he gotten something wrong from the start? He always blamed Ye Wei for how she did not understand him and even wondered if Ye Wei was deliberately distorting his intentions and assuming his intentions were for the worst. She was deliberately pushing him away, albeit in a different manner.
When he thought about it, there were probably some things that he did not make clear. Or, he never clearly understood what was going on, which contributed to their ever-deepening misunderstandings of each other. Should he be franker? Mo Jue bitterly smiled. What was the point thinking about all these?
She had already forgotten everything.
Mo Jue looked at the fragrant potato strips and a lot ran through his mind. The complexities between Eleven, Mo Ye, and Meng Lianying probably triggered him, and it seemed as though his brother’s wrong interpretation of happenings led to today where he and others were hurt.
Humans were weird creatures. When they were hurt, they would unconditionally amplify the hurt and blame those who allowed them to be hurt, regardless of who the people were.
Mo Jue did not understand emotions. Should he act as a balancing force? Mo Jue mocked himself at how foolish the two brothers were.
He never fell in love, and he even had extremely little contact with women. Before he knew Ye Wei, he could not tell the difference between a romantic partner and a friend as he saw everybody the same way regardless of gender.
He knew that he liked a woman, but his ego was too huge and he had never humbled himself to ask for help. He could only take each step forward slowly and not want to lose Ye Wei along the way, hence resorting to extreme methods to hold her by his side. While he wanted to put Ye Wei above all, so many were concerned about her and he wished to kill all of those who were concerned about her.
As that came along, wouldn’t he eventually have his turn?
He took it step by step, leading to today’s situation. Actually, if he could put down his pride and ego and explain everything clearly to Ye Wei how she was different from them, all might have been different.
But would he? The answer was a resounding no! If he did, he would not be Mo Jue. He looked at Ye Wei getting busy, wondering if he had his life priorities wrong.
But he had never fallen in love and was a person of few words. He was wrong. Nobody had told him that, and even Ye Wei did not tell him that he was wrong. He should… He did not even have a chance to right his wrongs.
What he actually wanted had all along been extremely simple.
It was their complicated backgrounds that complicated this simplicity that most men had in their grasp that he could only wish for. He easily had what typical men wished for.
Looks, wealth, ability, power—no typical man would have these even after living three lives back to back.
The heavens were really fair to the point of gaining something meant losing something.
As he looked at Ye Wei, he pondered and got into Ye Wei’s path. Ye Wei called for Mo Jue several times, but he did not respond. Ye Wei was so angry to the point she wanted to hit him with the kitchen spatula. Mo Jue, seeing a threat, responded and quickly regained his senses to see a spatula with the fragrance of cooked fish. Mo Jue was helpless and lost for words.
“Are you thinking of someone beautiful? I called you several times but you did not respond. Gee, bring these out.” Ye Wei put an arm by her waist and held the spatula with the other. Mo Jue, seeing how she was bossing him around, held her face and kissed her hard on her lips.
Ye Wei, wanting to knock him out with the spatula, opened her eyes wide and blinked. Mo Jue only stopped kissing her after several times and then took the dishes out. Ye Wei was quick with her hands and prepared four dishes and soup in little time. The dishes and soup look good, smelled good, and tasted so good to the point that even the greedy could not resist taking a look at it.
Ye Wei was proud of the dinner she prepared. “I can cook better than you!” She bragged at Mo Jue.
This was not bragging but the truth.
Mo Jue raised his eyebrows reassuringly. “You like it?”
“What nonsense. What you prepare is such a pain.” Ye Wei harrumphed, pleased.
“Then, you’ll prepare all three meals in the future,” Mo Jue kindly replied.
“…That can’t do.” Ye Wei was not over her head and knew what she could best prepare. Since she was a person who had fleeting interests, she could never guarantee that she would cook as well as she did today.
Mo Jue knew what she was capable of and did not say much. He did not expect Ye Wei to serve him day in day out. While he did hope for that, reality differed from his hopes.
Ye Wei was extremely happy over dinner and seemed to have forgotten what happened earlier. At least, that was what Mo Jue saw. Being a smart person, Mo Jue did not mention what happened today.
If this were the past, Mo Jue would have pursued the issue. Today, he wised up and would not ruin the atmosphere by raising this issue.
Mo Jue knew that Ye Wei had many doubts and was prepared for a terrible night should Ye Wei not spare him. The two of them would then return to the chilly confrontation and agonize each other once again.
He did not expect this peacefulness and treasured it. He did not know why Ye Wei did not raise it, and since she did not actively mention it, Mo Jue left her to be.
As the two talked over dinner, they were able to keep the conversations going and had an implicit understanding never to mention what happened earlier. The atmosphere seemed harmonious.
After dinner, Mo Jue went to tidy up the kitchen and Ye Wei did not go upstairs. She instead prepared a jug of fruit tea out of thoughtfulness. When Mo Jue saw her busy, he wondered what was up with her.
He had never seen her so hardworking before.
After preparing the fruit tea, Ye Wei looked at the time and brought her laptop down. “What are you doing?” Mo Jue looked at her, baffled.
“Reading some documents,” Ye Wei replied without looking back, drinking the fruit tea she prepared whilst hammering away on the laptop.
“If you want to read anything, you can read it upstairs. What’s with doing it downstairs?”
“Your kettle has a slight problem. It’s too hot.” Ye Wei quipped as she quickly confirmed their location on the map. They were in the Caribbean Ocean, and she frowned. Who told her that they were in the Atlantic Ocean?
“Mo Jue, are we in the Caribbean Ocean or the Atlantic Ocean?”
“The Caribbean Ocean,” Mo Jue did not deceive her and honestly replied. Ye Wei nodded. Mo Jue washed his hands and came out of the kitchen after tidying it up. “What are you looking up?” He scooted up curiously.
“The weather forecast,” Ye Wei flatly replied.
“What’s with looking up the weather forecast when you are not heading out to sea? You’re…” Mo Jue suddenly froze as he spoke halfway. She was looking up the weather forecast for the Caribbean Ocean because she was worried about Eleven.
Mo Jue was extremely vexed at how his good mood had been messed up. While he wanted to close the laptop, he knew that Ye Wei would be extremely unhappy. But his heart was even more so.
“If you want to get the weather forecast, just listen to the radio and not go to such lengths,” Mo Jue said. Since the islanders had to head out to sea to fish, they were extremely concerned about the weather forecast.
Ye Wei did not know that she could tune into all of the radio channels on the island.
“Which channel? Save it, I’ve found it…” Ye Wei was about to say that listening to the radio would have been faster when she found the weather forecast for tonight. Her face completely changed.
The weather forecast predicted a Cat 11 storm passing through the Caribbean Ocean tonight, along with massive cyclones or tornadoes in certain regions of the Caribbean Ocean. As the storm had yet to land, the islands were still calm and had yet to prepare for the storm.
Ye Wei panicked at whether Eleven would encounter the storm.
Mo Jue looked at her distastefully. Ye Wei suddenly looked up at him. “Will she encounter the storm?”
The yacht was not particularly large, and it would probably capsize in the storm…
“That will depend on the direction she is headed in. If she heads south-east and is lucky, she will not run into the storm. She will encounter the storm if she heads in all the other directions,” Mo Jue coldly replied. While he did not sound the nicest, he was honest.
