Mo Xuan's "Married Life" (Part 2)

Of course, for Mo Xuan, being with these two sisters had its fair share of headaches.

There were times when most people could take a few days off each month, but that was never an option for him. While others only had to deal with one wife, he had to deal with two.

Back then, when Grandpa Zhang took a liking to him, it wasn’t just because he was a quick learner. More importantly, Mo Xuan had exceptional physical talent—the kind that could excel in any sport or competitive field, even without martial arts training.

But no matter how strong his physique was, it couldn’t withstand the antics of the two yanderes at home. And who knew when Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi might have one of their episodes, triggered by who knows what?

The most absurd part was that sometimes he had to deal with both of them having their episodes at the same time…

Thankfully, Mo Xuan’s physical condition was indeed robust, and even after moving abroad, he still had to drink a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine every morning—a concoction he found utterly unbearable.

“I mean, it’s been almost half a year since we moved abroad, right?” Mo Xuan’s face looked even more bitter than the medicine as he sighed, staring at the bowl. “Why is this still a thing? Is it bottomless or something?”

“Don’t worry, brother. Even if we run out, Uncle Zheng back in the Capital will arrange for it to be airlifted to us,” Luo Muqi said with a smile, subtly pushing the bowl closer to him. “Just focus on drinking it, okay? It’s good for your health!”

Good for my health? I’m too polite to call you out on that!

“But wait, I never see any herbs or anyone brewing the medicine,” Mo Xuan said, still feeling something was off. “And what about Sister Hui and the others? Didn’t they come with us? Where are they?”

“Oh, they’re in a villa not far from here. And it’s not that many people—just ten, including Sister Hui,” Luo Shiya replied, pushing a sandwich she had made toward him. “Mo Xuan, why are you asking so many questions lately?”

Yeah, yeah, you two treat me like a fool. Who knows what else you’re up to?

“Brother, just drink the medicine, okay?”

Luo Muqi pouted as she handed him the bowl. Mo Xuan gritted his teeth and drank it. After all, his health was his own.

Back in the Capital, he used to think Uncle Zheng’s insistence on preparing those overly nourishing dishes was excessive. But now, he realized that if it weren’t for his strong constitution, he might have already been worn down by these two femme fatales.

Watching Mo Xuan gag after finishing the medicine, Luo Shiya helplessly handed him a piece of candy she had prepared, saying tenderly, “It’s okay, Mo Xuan. I’ve got plenty of fruit-flavored candies at home. If this one isn’t enough, I can get you another.”

“That’s not the issue…” Mo Xuan said, letting the peach-flavored candy slowly dissolve and mask the bitterness in his mouth. “So, what exactly is Sister Hui and the team busy with?”

Even though Mo Xuan wasn’t going anywhere, Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi still couldn’t relax. After all the effort they had put into keeping him by their side—whether through trickery or otherwise—they couldn’t afford any slip-ups.

As for the traditional Chinese medicine, Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi only had a vague understanding of it. That’s why one of the female bodyguards who came with them, who had some knowledge of it, was responsible for storing the herbs and brewing the medicine for Mo Xuan.

Of course, she also doubled as their family’s security and secretly followed Mo Xuan whenever he went out.

Even though they had surveillance and tracking devices, they still preferred to keep a close eye on him.

Once, when Mo Xuan took his daughters out, he noticed two familiar Chinese women following him from about ten meters away. When he asked Luo Shiya about it later, she gave him a gentle and matter-of-fact answer:

“We’re just worried you might get lost, that’s all.”

Sometimes, Mo Xuan felt like they treated him as if he were the same age as their two daughters.

Whenever something like this happened, he felt awkward, but when he thought about how genuinely they cared for him—even if their methods were extreme—he could only accept it with a sigh.

Sometimes, he even admired Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi for coming up with such bizarre ideas.

Even Luo Wei'er and Luo Xue'er, who were always competing with their mothers for their father’s attention, weren’t spared. One day, as Mo Xuan passed by their room, he overheard Luo Muqi speaking to them in a serious tone:

“When Daddy takes you out, you have to keep an eye on him. Don’t let any other women take him away, or else you won’t have a daddy anymore.”

After a moment of thought, Luo Muqi added, “Those are bad women, and they’re trying to steal your daddy!”

Mo Xuan couldn’t help but chuckle. The ones who competed with them the most for his attention were their own mothers. Did they really think the kids would fall for that?

To his surprise, the two little girls agreed, promising solemnly to keep a close watch on their father.

Their eyes shone with determination and what seemed like a glimmer of wisdom.

Although Luo Wei'er and Luo Xue'er sometimes resented their mothers, they still held them in high regard. After all, they were their mothers, and their status was above everyone else’s. So, in moments like these, they naturally sided with them.

From then on, whenever Mo Xuan took them out, the two little girls became highly selective. Young men were off-limits—“I already have a daddy, so don’t touch me!”—and young women were even worse—“We have to protect Daddy from being stolen, so don’t touch me!”

After strict screening, the only people they warmed up to were kind-hearted and gentle elderly women, especially grandmothers.

Because Daddy had told them that their great-grandmother had gone to a faraway place and wouldn’t be coming back. Daddy must be very sad, so when they saw these grandmothers who reminded them of their great-grandmother, they hoped it would make Daddy feel better.

Of course, this didn’t mean they stopped competing with their mothers at home. But given that Luo Shiya had always been able to outmaneuver Luo Muqi, who was only four years younger, the two little girls stood no chance against their mothers…

In fact, Mo Xuan found all of this quite amusing. One day, after an intimate moment with Luo Shiya, he couldn’t help but ask, “Shiya, back when we moved abroad, you and Muqi played that trick on me and made me drink that medicine. I thought you didn’t want to bring Wei'er and Xue'er with us.”

“Silly…”

Luo Shiya rested her head on Mo Xuan’s chest, looking up at him with a content and lazy expression.

“They’re our daughters. Muqi and I both grew up without much parental companionship. As much as I’d love to have you all to myself forever, I can’t let our daughters go through what we did.”

“So even if it’s hard sometimes, I want you to be part of every stage of their growth.”

“What we didn’t have, we can’t let Wei'er and Xue'er miss out on. Otherwise, how are we any different from our own parents?”

Luo Shiya and Luo Muqi’s love for Mo Xuan was indeed obsessive, but the children had been part of their plan from the start.

They had used the same methods their own mother had, though with Mo Xuan, it had been far more effective than with their father.

When Luo Shiya first asked Mo Xuan to take care of the children, her intentions hadn’t been pure, but she didn’t want her and Muqi’s daughters to grow up without the love and presence of their parents, as they had.

They loved Mo Xuan too much to give their daughters the same level of affection, so they let him, as their father, shower the girls with love while they focused on loving him.

Of course, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t compete with their daughters when it came to his attention…

“Thank you, Shiya.”

Mo Xuan gently pulled Luo Shiya into his arms, about to share some heartfelt words, but he was met with her eyes, filled with desire and madness…

In her sleep, Luo Wei'er suddenly woke up, mumbling drowsily before falling back asleep: “I think I just heard someone calling for help…”

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