13 Party pt 2

While extensively taking peeks at my siblings, I overlooked the possibility of someone taking notice of me.

An inspecting glimpse secretly landed on my figure, but I didn't sense it; after all, I'm still only a kid with no cultivation base.

The gaze kept following my unaware self for a long time.

Meanwhile, I was stuffing my mouth like there's no tomorrow, "This is heaven! Um, this shrimps needs more marination, Rui; please bring me more of the red sauce"

"Yes, young master coming right away." my maid went to bring me the delicious sauce.

(A/N: not ketchup)

However, she got stopped by some elders in the way; her talent was pretty famous in the sect regardless of her maid position; as a matter of fact, she can even be considered an official disciple.

Still, I knew that she had her own story with my mother Yu that preventing her from adopting that path.

I waited for a long time, but those old foxes didn't look like they were stopping their silly chit-chats anytime soon; from their expressions and enthusiastic domainers, I can tell they are trying really hard to make Rui join the sect.

'I'll just let her take care of the case herself, and let me take care of my business too.'

The candy and sweets are getting devoured at a super high speed while waiting for the old monsters to finish their bullshit speech.

Mo Nan Flashback:

"Mo Nan, Are you ready?" My sister said.

With complacency in my eyes, I looked at her and answered with a forged, eager smile on my face, "Yes, sister, let's go!"

If you are asking me, why would I fake a smile?

I'd immediately clarify it with a single sentence, "I don't have a choice,"

After all, I'm miss perfect; I been groomed from the time I could walk to be the heavily polite, filial, most talented, and gentle Mo's family young lady.

Quoting my father's words, he said to me, "After your mother passed away, You're the only flower left in this sect,"

Looking back to my life, I never got to leave this little prison they call family; from the time I was born, I had to work as hard as I can, to satisfy my family and the high profiled sect elders expectations, if there's a book in the library, I will thoroughly memorize it, if there's a cultivation art my father instructed me to learn, I will practice it till perfection; if there's a task from the sect, I will try my utmost best to accomplish it flawlessly, and all this while keeping the facade of "the genius little Princess."

Beautiful, kind, and pure.

'Boring! Excessively boring," I thought each time I finish a task. The only word I can describe my life with is 'Drilling,'

Everyone anticipates something for me; their hypocritical smiles and praises every time I did what "I'm supposed to do" made my whole being want to perish and my soul to scatter in the air.

Of course, they will praise me; I put my sweat and tears every second to satisfy their "amicable" demands.

Otherwise, they will all treat me like cheap merchandise, tossing me into an arranged marriage under the "All for the sake of the family." banner.

"Utter bullshit."

Regardless of the years of hard work I put up, they all enunciate the same words.

"Mo Nan, you're already more beautiful than your mother; I'm sure after a couple of years, you will be a transcended fairy!"

"Mo Nan, How could you be so talented! As expected, that hatchling is from that dragon, keep working hard."

"Mo Nan, you're an extraordinary lifetime genius between geniuses! Keep putting the work in!"

'Work! Work! Work!'

Nothing more than work, why do I need to work harder than anybody? Till when? When could I escape this miserable fate?

Questions kept popping in my head, heavying my notions, and before I even know it, we reached the entrance of the celebration hall; I was getting ready to put up my fraudulent mask when I sensed a wandering gaze peeking at me.

I was already used to this kind of despicable deeds.

'I'm a mesmerizing beauty after all.'

But instead, this time, something was different; I felt like this gaze holds some kind of naive purity to it, completely degraded from the evil, sickening inspecting eyes I'm used to.

I followed the gaze and looked up to found a cute little boy spaced out; on the distant corner of the hall, he looked like he's talking to himself, with the weird gestures he makes now and then. But what struck me the most is the strange familiarity I felt every time I take a step closer inside the hall.

'Is he the son of an elder?' I thought, but I don't think I remember any important elder having a son, at least in recent years.

I stopped and fulfilled my role of greeting the important elders and the core disciples of the sect, but my gaze never stopped wandering to the boy's side; he looked far more handsome than any kid I ever saw; added with the brilliant -looking rob his wearing, made my heart flutter from the extreme adorableness.

A while passed, but I still didn't avert my vision from the figure; he was currently wolfing the candy and food in front of him.

'How could a kid eat that much?' I was shocked by the tornado that took place at the table. He was devouring food like a depthless pit.

I noticed what looks like a girl, maybe a servant department from beside him.

An unusual Excitement was building up inside of me; the urge to discover the little boy's identity took over me and sped up my legs toward him.

...

"You want this, right?" A girl with a radiant smile approached me; long red hair dropped on her shoulder, like a volcano eruption, added with the seductive black cat-eyes with a red inner eyelid inside her pupils, glistening white creamy skin, and plumb Rosey lips, strikingly balancing the sense of wildness her eyes brings. Her slender waist whistling down from her bust, as smoothly as the water from a waterfall, plus the black dress holistically complimented her lucid pale white color.

How her body was carved is reminiscent of the idea of perfection.

'Angel on fire?' Those are the only three words my staggering brain came up with.

I surely skipped several beats looking at this perfected masterpiece.

However, I snapped from my daze, 'this is my older sister! How did she found me?' I only marveled at the vast difference between the beauty of my world and this realm, 'Darn! the most beautiful girl in my world should dig herself a hole after seeing this heavenly sculpture.'

I looked at her hands; she was holding the sauce I desperately wanted.

"Ah! Thank you!" I grabbed the special sauce from her hands and sprinkled it on my food; I was about to have round two, but I noticed that my sister isn't leaving.

'Want a cookie or something?' I wasn't fond of being watched while having my meal.

Then, I heard a low toned, sweet voice.

"What's your name?" The same radiant smile plodded her face.

'Name?' I was perplexed by the sudden question.

Mo Nan POV:

I gave the dumbfounded boy the sauce he wanted; his cute embarrassed face, almost made me loudly chuckle. Yet, he quickly lost interest in my face while thanking me for the offering.

I felt at a loss; while mentally frowning, I asked him about his name.

It's the first time I ever took the initiative to ask about someone's name—nonetheless, a small little boy.

He looked at me with his crystal ornament golden eyes; as I was waiting for his answer, for some reason, he grimaced and hesitantly answered, "Mo chou."

'Mo Chou? He has the surname Mo too? Perhaps he's a half-brother from a concubine?' I was delighted; this development will shoot the conversation to a more familial level.

"Who's your mother?" I asked him.

He replied again with," Lui Yuang."

Ah! If I remember correctly, father did have a concubine in that name, so he's one of the bastard sons like I predicted.

I looked down and saw him staring at me with a virtu, startled look on his face, 'What I should do know? Ah! I didn't tell him my name,' I appointed before introducing myself.

Surprisingly, I had never felt this tremendously pressured before.

"Oh! Hello, I'm your older sister Mo Nan by the way."

He didn't seem surprised in the slightest after hearing my name; his composed self completely contradicted his age.

"Hello, sister Mo Nan."

He shut up for a while before saying, "Perhaps you want to try my secret dish?"

'Dish!?' I was confused a bit, but the rare feeling of anticipation kicked in yet again, and I promptly agreed to his request.

He then mixed the shrimps with some kind of cooked vegetables and added the red sauce; I was about to tell him that I don't like to eat meat, but I couldn't bring myself to; he already got the chopsticks in front of my mouth.

With watery eyes and a pitiful look, he glanced at me like he's trying his best to impress me.

"I don't eat meat as much, but if you feed me, I will try it," I amusedly said.

"Ok!" he puffed his cheeks while horrifiedly saying. "Sho! Sho! The train is coming, say Ahh,"

'Hehehe! How could something be this adorable?'

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to let him feed me the piece of shrimp; I found it a little spicy, and the sauce didn't match well with the shrimps.

After reopening them again, I saw a fascinating look on the boy's face; eagerness rushed his complexion, his anticipation expression made my heart beat faster.

I subconsciously muttered, "It's delicious."

"hehe! Of course, I'm a talented cook," he proudly declared; the shift in his facial expressions was swift; happiness and shyness filled his countenance while he hid his face behind his hands.

My heart started to beat even faster; I even boldly reached my hands to pat his head.

My hands touched his head.

A powerful surge of warmth and familiarity circled my hands, driving all the way to the top of my mind, making my spine dance in the way.

'What is this!?' The touch was so addictive; I was reluctant to part from his head, paired with his cute little bunny like face, made my heart skip several beats, but because of my "perfect" behavior, I can't ask him directly; my brain worked faster, and I searched for reasons to keep my hands in his head.

I awkwardly moved my palms toward his visage and shamelessly said, "Let me see if you look like our father," before he can utter something, I already grabbed his bouncy red cheeks.

I played with his face, to my heart content, squashed his nose, squeezed his cheeks; I even touched his ears and caressed his hair; the familiar good feeling made my mind swim in easiness.

As all the fantastic things in this world share the same thing, they all get over very quickly; I composed myself and dignifiedly mumbled, "Your chin and hair does resemble father's,"

He sulked for some reason; he thought about something and cheekily said, "You don't need to fake your expressions that much; you can touch more if you want."

I was instantly shocked, 'How did he found out about my expressions?'

I heard him continue.

"My mothers clings to me twenty-four hours a day, so it's alright, I'm used to it," he grimaced and looked troubled.

'Mothers? Wait, He's that close to his mother?' I bit the tip of my finger and answered, "How did you know?" I really wondered how this little kid that just got the ability to speak could discover my facade.

"Hehe! I like to study people's faces; it's just an insignificant habit. Don't trouble yourself with it," he smiled and held his head high.

'Insignificant? How many people you ever met in your few years of life?' I wondered.

"Oh! You're perfect! But did you mean it when you said I could touch you more?."

he shrugged his shoulder and said," You can touch as much as you want; we are siblings after all,"

If a bastard son or a daughter of my father dared to say something like this in front of direct descendants, their tongue would immediately be cut off. Yet, I had no plans to even think about something like that, the satisfactory feeling that filled my soul right now, wholly blinded my thoughts, all I want right now is to take this kid to somewhere where nobody can see my other-self.

I confidently asked, "This party is boring; we should go to my room."

(A/N: Well well, well, Hold on, sister!)