Chapter 10: The Mo Brothers: A Youth in a Wheelchair Appears Before Luo Fei

The Mo family’s birthday banquet this time was hosted on a grand scale. Many of the business celebrities present were group CEOs and their sons and daughters who frequently appeared on financial news channels. Since the various companies had many ongoing business dealings, everyone mostly knew each other.

Gradually, quite a few Omegas noticed the strikingly handsome Luo Fei. Someone whispered, “Who is that young master with Emile? I don’t recognize him.”

A girl laughed lightly and said, “I overheard him introduce himself to President Mo earlier. He said he’s Emile’s personal assistant. What a shame, with such good looks.”

Another girl nearby said, “Even if he is just an assistant, just looking at that face is quite pleasing to the eye, isn’t it?”

“Are you interested in him?”

“I’m just saying casually. Being handsome doesn’t put food on the table. Besides, I think Mo Han is even more handsome than him.”

As the few were discussing, they saw Mo Han suddenly appear at the entrance of the hall.

His arrival immediately caused a small commotion. Many Omegas looked in his direction.

Mo Han wore a faint smile and walked straight up to Luo Fei, asking, “Senior, are you full? Would you like to go get some more pastries?”

Luo Fei nodded. “No need, I’m already full.”

Mo Han said, “A dance has been arranged in the side hall next door. If you’re interested, you could invite a likeable Omega for a dance.”

Luo Fei smiled. “I’d better not, I’m just an assistant.”

Mo Han did not expose him and changed the subject. “Where is Emile?”

Luo Fei said, “A girl who knows him just asked him to dance. She seems interested in him. It wasn’t convenient for me to follow.”

Mo Han nodded. “Then let’s chat over there.”

He poured a glass of red wine for Luo Fei and then led him to a quiet corner of the banquet hall.

Directly in front of them was a huge floor-to-ceiling window with a clear view of the flowers and trees outside.

Mo Han held his wine glass; against the backdrop of the red wine, his fingers appeared even paler and more slender.

Luo Fei glanced sideways at him—his height reached exactly Luo Fei’s nose.

Since Luo Fei was over 187cm tall, and Mo Han seemed to be around 180cm, this height was considered quite tall among Alphas. But because his build was lean, he didn’t give off an intensely oppressive feeling. Especially when standing close, Luo Fei found that he, who was used to keeping his distance from people, unexpectedly didn’t mind his proximity.

He remembered that when they first met on the spaceship, the mysterious teenager wearing a mask had no noticeable pheromone scent. At that time, Luo Fei hadn’t been sure if he was an Alpha or Beta. But at today’s banquet, the Alpha pheromones on him were more apparent.

Of course, Alpha pheromones were not as difficult to control as Omega pheromones. If one intended to restrain them, one could make others not feel that Alpha sense of oppression.

Mo Han restrained his very well. The faint Alpha pheromone scent on him was not at all off-putting. No wonder so many Omegas liked him. An Alpha as refined and courteous as him would naturally attract Omegas more easily than those domineering, aggressive Alphas.

Noticing Luo Fei’s gaze, Mo Han turned his head and met his eyes. “Why are you looking at me?”

Luo Fei smiled. “Nothing, just thinking you’re very special.”

Mo Han asked with interest, “Is that so? You must have seen many Alphas. What part of me do you find special?”

Luo Fei assessed, “Talented and good-looking, from such a wealthy family, yet able to keep yourself pure and free from scandals with any Omega. Practically a perfect Alpha.”

Mo Han said calmly, “That’s because, so far, no Omega has appeared that could move my heart. Most Omegas who approach me are after my money. Such purposeful advances only disgust me… Do you understand this feeling?”

Luo Fei nodded. “I can understand. Many second-generation rich Alphas I’ve seen before have countless lovers, changing them as frequently as clothes. That’s why I find you so special. Actually, I really admire your approach. Not fooling around before meeting someone you truly like is also a form of self-respect.”

Mo Han smiled slightly and asked casually, seemingly inadvertently, “And what about you? What type of Omega do you like?”

Luo Fei stroked his chin and thought carefully before saying, “The Omega I would like must be independent and opinionated. Not one who idles around all day, relying on being an Omega to seek an Alpha’s protection and crying at the drop of a hat.”

“Oh? You actually dislike Omegas crying?” Mo Han said with some surprise. “Isn’t it said that the more delicate an Omega, the easier it is to trigger an Alpha’s protective instincts?”

“I don’t think so.” Luo Fei said frankly, “A person should learn to protect themselves. Even as an Omega, they should possess the ability to survive independently.”

“…” Mo Han raised his wine glass and took a sip, saying nothing.

“Times have long changed.” Luo Fei looked back at him and continued, “If it were over a decade ago, Omegas would still be protected like rare animals by the Association, choosing outstanding Alphas for marriage and reproduction upon adulthood. Back then, Omegas didn’t need to learn many survival skills because their Alphas would support them for life. But since the parliamentary reforms and marriage freedom act, many Omegas have demonstrated outstanding abilities in various industries, rivals to any Alpha. If an Omega still harbored the outdated notion of ‘I’m an Omega, others must support me,’ the reforms would have been meaningless.”

…

His thoughts were unexpectedly so aligned with his own.

As expected of the First Prince, influenced by His Majesty Xize in political views, he was very democratic and open-minded.

Mo Han seriously scrutinized the Alpha beside him for the first time.

Luo Fei’s features were indeed very handsome, bearing some resemblance to His Majesty Xize, yet carrying the unique youthful vitality of a teenager. After all, given his age, he wasn’t even twenty yet and looked very sunny. He didn’t have the arrogant, spoiled flaws common in many second-generation military or official families. His smile held good grace; he didn’t use his status to suppress others and was quite outgoing and talkative.

This First Prince’s character was decent enough.

However, Mo Han had no desire to become his Prince Consort.

To be precise, Mo Han didn’t want to be with any Alpha—he only wanted to be on top of others, not be suppressed by anyone.

Noticing Mo Han’s distraction, Luo Fei leaned in and asked, “What are you thinking about?”

Mo Han calmly averted his gaze. “Nothing. Just thinking that what you just said had the flair of the Omega Association’s President giving a speech.”

Luo Fei: “…………”

That President is my own biological father…

Luo Fei quickly coughed lightly. “I was just rambling. You must be laughing at me.”

Mo Han smiled. “Not at all, I think you made excellent points.”

As he said this, he picked up his wine glass again.

The butler, who had been secretly observing the two from afar, immediately hurried over and whispered a few words into Mo Han’s ear.

The smile on Mo Han’s face quickly faded, his expression turning exceptionally grim. He nodded to Luo Fei and said, “Sorry, I have something to deal with.”

Luo Fei was puzzled. “What happened? Do you need help?”

Mo Han said, “My younger brother needs me for something. Excuse me for a moment. You can go play at the dance hall next door.”

Younger brother? That fraternal twin Omega younger brother, Mo Lin?

Mo Han turned and swiftly left the hall, appearing very anxious. Luo Fei, curious, couldn’t help but follow.

Outside the hall, the butler disappeared at the end of the corridor, apparently off to deal with an urgent matter. Mo Han headed alone deep into the garden.

Luo Fei lightened his steps, relying on the cover of trees to follow him from a distance.

This was precisely the garden Luo Fei and Emile had passed through earlier. After winding through the small paths, the three-story villa indeed appeared before them.

Mo Han opened the door and went inside.

The moment he entered, Luo Fei heard the harsh sound of dishes shattering, followed by a youth’s weak voice: “These things are disgusting, I don’t want to eat…”

Then Mo Han’s voice: “You smashed all the lunch the kitchen sent you?”

The youth’s voice held an obvious sobbing tone: “That’s right… all of you go to Grandfather’s birthday banquet, but you deliberately leave me out. You don’t regard me as a member of the Mo family at all… sob, sob… just because I’m a cripple, I can only appear in a wheelchair, I’d just embarrass you, right?”

Hearing this, Mo Han’s voice couldn’t help but carry a trace of anger: “Mo Lin, what nonsense are you spouting? Not letting you attend the banquet was for your own good! Your body is so weak, Father was afraid you’d be stimulated and lose emotional control, that’s why he told you to rest here peacefully. Stop letting your imagination run wild, okay?”

The youth choked out, “I know you hate me, don’t want to see me. People outside call me a mental case… Then I’ll leave, alright? I won’t stay here as an eyesore for you anymore.”

A series of clattering bangs sounded from inside, like the screech of wheelchair wheels grinding over shattered dish fragments. Then, the villa door was pushed open.

A youth in a wheelchair appeared before Luo Fei.

He wore white pajamas, his hair hanging messily down across his forehead, his face as pale as paper. His eyes were red from crying, face streaked with tears.

Luo Fei: “……………………”

This was Mo Lin? The mental case Emile had mentioned earlier??