The night was cool as water, fragrance wafting in the darkness.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the lean figure of a woman leaned against the railing.
"There’s no other witness?" Ye Jiuliang turned around, her eyes lifting to gaze into the bedroom, the man hadn’t co out of the bathroom yet.
"We’ve already checked, the old pharmacist from that year is no longer around, the investigation showed that he died in a car accident on the road, and his son was in the car with him. The accident happened the day after Jiang Qian died," the man on the phone said.
Hmph.
Such a coincidence.
Li Shaohui and Fang Hui, to ensure that the events of the past never ca to light, had truly been thorough in their eradication.
Now, without a witness, making Li Shaohui and the others admit to their cris was indeed a bit difficult.
Ye Jiuliang pondered for a mont, a trace of sharp coldness flitting through her eyes.
"Do you have a photo of the old man?"
"Yes, but there are very few, only two pictures," the man said.
Ye Jiuliang said, "Send the photos to my phone."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Jiuliang raised her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, then turned around, the cold breeze brushing her face, her eyes clear and bright.
After a while, the floor-to-ceiling window door was pushed open.
Ye Jiuliang turned around and fell into the man’s warm embrace, the pleasant scent of shower gel enveloping her nose.
"Why are you standing here?"
Ye Jiuliang looked up, hesitant to speak, "Mohan, there’s sothing I need to tell you."
Her unusual seriousness prompted Li Mochan’s curiosity, "Hmm?"
"Mohan, your mother didn’t die from a difficult childbirth," Ye Jiuliang steeled her heart and spoke in a muffled voice.
"Soone tampered with your mother’s fetus-preserving dicine."
The wind rustled the leaves, the air seed to freeze.
Ye Jiuliang grabbed his hand, finding it terrifyingly cold.
"Who is it?" His low, magnetic voice was slightly husky.
"Last ti at the resort, I saw Fang Hui and Li Shaohui together. Fang Hui married into the Li Family for the sake of Li Shaohui, and when the old master married your mother, Li Shaohui feared you would take everything from the Li Family, so he conspired with Fang Hui to sabotage your mother’s dicine," Ye Jiuliang explained.
A storm raged deep in his eyes, flashing with intimidating cold fury. Li Mochan clenched his fist, his veins bulging.
These damned bastards.
"Mohan, I’m here," Ye Jiuliang pried open his fist, her fingertips gently stroking the deep crescent mark in his palm.
"You still have ."
Li Mochan looked down at her, reigning in the towering rage in his eyes, and suddenly pulled her into his embrace.
"Mohan." Ye Jiuliang let him hold her, her hand gently patting his back.
"I’m here."
"I always thought I caused her death, that she died because of my birth," Li Mochan slowly closed his eyes, his voice unusually hoarse.
His birthday was also the anniversary of his mother’s death, such an ironic event, which was why the old master would usually postpone his birthday banquet by two days.
Ye Jiuliang listened to the deep, husky voice by her ear, her heart aching fiercely, "It’s not, it has nothing to do with you, it’s the fault of those damn bastards."
Li Mochan didn’t speak anymore, burrowing into her neck, his hold tightening around her.
Li Shaohui!
Fang Hui!
...
In country F.
The spacious bedroom was noisy.
In front of the computer, Mo Chen stared unblinkingly at the screen, where a video of Ye Jiuliang racing was playing.
"Aweso." All of a sudden, he sprang up from the couch, his expression excited as he danced around animatedly, making anyone who didn’t know better think he was the one who had won the championship.
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
His sister was seriously bad-ass.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the doorway, "Young master."
Mo Chen was taken aback, cleared his throat, and suppressed his excitent, "Aqiao, what’s going on?"
"Young master, madam is waiting for you downstairs," Aqiao said expressionlessly.
"Waiting for ?" Mo Chen frowned, still rembering how his mother had smashed his Lego blocks a while ago, leaving him feeling no affection at all.
"I’m not going."
Anticipating his reaction, Aqiao said unhurriedly, "Madam said, if you don’t co down, you can forget about going to Beisen Academy."
Beisen Academy?
Mo Chen’s eyes lit up, and he rushed out without even bothering to put on his slippers.
Aqiao entered the room and saw the video playing on his computer; a scornful smile played at the corner of her mouth.
Sotis, liking sothing could beco a form of pain.
"Mom."
Mo Chen ran down the stairs two steps at a ti, and when he saw the person sitting on the couch, he dashed over swiftly.
"Mom, did you agree to let go to Beisen Academy?"
Mo Yu closed the newspaper, looked up at him with a slight frown.
She spoke coolly and with obvious displeasure, "Dressed so unkemptly, not even wearing slippers, it seems I need to hire a new etiquette teacher for you tomorrow."
"Mom, let’s not talk about that right now. Did you agree to let go to Beisen?" Mo Chen took the initiative to sit beside her, unusually affectionate as he wrapped his arm around hers.
Mo Yu gave him a cold look, "Who told you that?"
"Aqiao said that as long as I co downstairs, you’d consider letting go to Beisen," Mo Chen said anxiously.
Mo Yu snorted, "Would you have co down if she hadn’t said that?"
With that, Mo Chen stood up abruptly, feeling deceived and angry, his tone sowhat confrontational, "So, you still don’t agree?"
"Mo Chen, what kind of attitude is that?" Mo Yu slapped the table and rebuked him sternly.
Mo Chen looked at her with a complex gaze, then suddenly knelt down in front of her, "Mom, I really want to go to Beisen, can’t you just please consider it as my plea to you?"
Mo Yu’s expression changed; he was willing to kneel and beg her just to go to Beisen; what was so great about that damned Ye Jiuliang.
She clenched her fists, "Mo Chen, get up now."
"I won’t, I won’t get up until you agree," Mo Chen looked at her stubbornly, his declaration resolute.
Aqiao ca downstairs and saw Mo Chen kneeling on the ground; she silently lowered her eyes and eyebrows.
"Are you threatening ?" Mo Yu’s face went cold.
Mo Chen didn’t speak, just kept looking at her.
The standoff continued for a mont before Mo Yu relented, "I can agree to let you go to Beisen, but on one condition."
"I’ll agree to any condition," Mo Chen jumped to his feet, eager and without hesitation.
Mo Yu sneered, "You are not to get too close to Ye Jiuliang, and in front of her, you must not ntion anything about our family. I will have soone watch you. If you let any information about our family slip, I will imdiately have you brought back, and you will never see Ye Jiuliang again."
"Fine," Mo Chen agreed without a second thought, grinned, and showed a row of white teeth.
"When can I go to the capital city?"
"Beisen has already started winter vacation; you’ll go when school resus. In the anti, I will have soone co ho to give you so lessons on company matters. You make sure to learn well," Mo Yu said.
Upon hearing this, Mo Chen’s gaze dimd as he complained softly, "That’s still a long ti."
"If you complain about it, then don’t even bother going," Mo Yu, with very sharp hearing, caught his complaint and her face grew even colder.
His mind wasn’t on his studies; he only knew how to learn indecent things with that Ye Jiuliang.
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