These words caused quite a stir.

Everyone in the private room was watching the two brothers' expressions.

If these two were to disagree, the current situation in the capital would face a complete reshuffling.

But didn't that sickly Yu family member stand up for Mo Weiyun at Old Master Fu's birthday banquet?

How come they started arguing so soon?

No one dared to speak, but their thoughts were all quite varied and active.

But most people still believe that Yu Qiuchi is no match for Mo Weiyun.

Who is Mo Weiyun? He is a legend. He took over the Yu family business in his early twenties, right after graduating from university. Without the support of the previous generation, he navigated a group of seasoned veterans with remarkable success, managing the entire organization like an ironclad fortress, and has remained standing ever since!

He was at the top of his generation. Even if you went up a generation above them, you might not be able to stand up straight when you saw Mo Weiyun.

Yu Qiuchi is still too inexperienced.

Indeed, Yu Qiuchi is no match for Mo Weiyun, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting here drinking alone like this.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, and knowing the dangers of lingering, they all made excuses to slip away, fearing that a conflict might break out and they would be caught in the crossfire.

Even after the event ended, Lin Yan noticed that Yu Qiuchi looked unwell and was somewhat worried about leaving her there. He was about to speak when he was silenced by Mo Weiyun's gaze.

He stammered, "Brother Mo, I...I'm going back with my brother first."

Lin Yan silently apologized to Yu Qiuchi before being pulled away by Lin Xianyun.

The private room fell silent.

Yu Qiuchi stared at the mess on the table and felt it was all rather pointless; he himself didn't know what he was arguing about.

It felt like I was back in my youth, the days when I would sneak out to smoke and drink whenever I argued with my father, only to be brought back by the bodyguard.

However, it's really hard to quit smoking and drinking; it's addictive... I haven't touched them for three years, but now, whenever I feel unhappy, I naturally think of them again, as if they're etched into my bones.

For Yu Qiuchi, Mo Weiyun was like tobacco and alcohol—something he would think about from time to time, something he couldn't forget and couldn't give up.

Mo Weiyun pressed down on Yu Qiuchi's wrist and put the wine glass in his hand on the table: "You drank too much today."

"What right do you have to tell me what to do!" Yu Qiuchi looked at the hand gripping her wrist. As she struggled, Mo Weiyun tightened her grip, and Yu Qiuchi felt a pang of pain.

With red eyes, he looked up and met Mo Weiyun's gaze, as if he had suddenly collapsed or had regained his senses through pain: "Mo Weiyun, let's be quiet, okay?"

"We're being really inappropriate... Generally speaking, even brothers wouldn't interfere in each other's dating or marriage... You're being too nosy..."

His logic was somewhat disordered. He thought about what Qing had said at the banquet that night, which seemed to be reasoning with Mo Weiyun, but also seemed to be reasoning with him... himself.

"I won't ask you who you like anymore? And you shouldn't... um."

Mo Weiyun lowered his eyes, grabbed Yu Qiuchi's wrist, pressed his entire body down onto the sofa behind him, and leaned down to kiss him directly.

Yu Qiuchi was momentarily stunned by the ruthlessness hidden in Mo Weiyun's eyes, followed by fear. He had never seen Mo Weiyun like this before.

He struggled frantically, but the difference in strength between them was too great. Mo Weiyun pinned his hands above his head with one hand and pressed his knee between his legs, a dangerous move.

Yu Qiuchi looked up, wanting to kick him, but was pinned down by Mo Weiyun.

"Mmm..." Mo Weiyun gently bit Yu Qiuchi's lips. His hand, which was on Yu Qiuchi's waist, gently caressed inside his clothes, causing him to tremble all over and groan.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Weiyun entered the room. His kiss was fierce and domineering, hooking Yu Qiuchi's tongue around. There was no tenderness, only plunder. It was a hot and wet kiss.

Yu Qiuchi's tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks, her peach blossom eyes misty with moisture, the thin red at the corners of her eyes like spring peaches, making her look extremely pitiful, but today Mo Weiyun was destined not to show any pity.

When their lips parted, a silver thread remained. Yu Qiuchi was somewhat stunned, clutching Mo Weiyun's clothes and sobbing softly.

Mo Weiyun's eyes were deep and unfathomable as he wiped away the tears from Yu Qiuchi's eyes with his fingertips: "Why are you crying?"

Yu Qiuchi didn't know why he was crying. His mind was a mess. What they had just done... A sense of guilt washed over him: "This isn't right... You're my brother..."

Yu Qiuchi is someone who is good at escaping reality; if he is not forced, he will just stay in his shell and not move.

"My lover?" Mo Weiyun's knee rubbed against Yu Qiuchi's inner thigh, and even through the fabric, Yu Qiuchi could feel the heat.

"Ugh...no..." Yu Qiuchi's hands were now free, and he wanted to push Mo Weiyun, but his body was weak and he couldn't muster any strength.

"What is that..." Mo Weiyun's hot breath sprayed on Yu Qiuchi's neck. He kissed Yu Qiuchi's pale earlobe, his voice muffled and moist.

"Waaah... I don't know..." Yu Qiuchi, who had never even been in a relationship, couldn't bear such torment. His red lips parted slightly, and he gasped for breath with a sob in his voice.

Mo Weiyun's heart softened at the sight of those moist eyes.

Mo Weiyun left a bite mark on Yu Qiuchi's collarbone, and after Yu Qiuchi had cried enough, she called out soothingly, "Liao Liao."

His voice was deep and gentle.

"Liao Liao, I love you, and I will always love you." He stared into Yu Qiuchi's eyes, his gaze firm and unwavering: "But Liao Liao, you have no right to refuse."

He domineeringly deprived Yu Qiuchi of the right to refuse or not love him, and imprisoned him in his arms.

He was the one who let Yu Qiuchi go, yet he selfishly blamed Yu Qiuchi for leaving. He was utterly despicable.

Yu Qiuchi could only sob…

Only after Yu Qiuchi swallowed all the sobs did she finally regain her senses.

He nestled in Mo Weiyun's arms, feeling her burning heat, and dared not move.

"Have you cried enough?"

Mo Weiyun's voice rang in Yu Qiuchi's ears. Yu Qiuchi couldn't stand it, and her ears turned slightly red as she tried to get up, but Mo Weiyun pressed her back down.

Mo Weiyun knew what Yu Qiuchi was being awkward about, and he sighed, "Liao Liao, we are not related by blood, so we can date."

Yu Qiuchi's voice was very soft: "But I consider you my brother..."

"Really? Then why are you avoiding me and not even going home?" Mo Weiyun pinched the soft flesh on the back of Yu Qiuchi's neck, her voice carrying a coaxing tone.

"I have no idea……"

“You already have the answer in your heart, don’t you? It’s all clear…” Mo Weiyun wouldn’t allow Yu Qiuchi to avoid the question, so he answered it for him.

“Brother…” At this moment, something in Yu Qiuchi’s heart shattered and collapsed, but was rebuilt. He leaned on Mo Weiyun, as if seeking some kind of comfort.

Mo Weiyun knew she had succeeded.

Maybe he really is awful, but he can't bear to see Yu Qiuchi fall into someone else's arms, not even a little bit, it would drive him crazy...

If he came into this world to undergo tribulation, then Yu Qiuchi must be the shackles that imprison him. The wispy clouds dispersed too easily, and it was Liao Liao who pressed him back into this mortal world.

Mo Weiyun kissed Yu Qiuchi's hair crown tenderly, saying that being a little wicked was fine.