Li Mochan indulged her, so naturally, no one else dared to have an opinion. After all, who could compete with soone so powerful, who remained at the top of their grade without even attending classes?
The door of the bathroom swung open, and the man’s long legs stepped out.
The black sportswear accentuated the man’s tall and straight figure, with the sleeves half rolled up to reveal a stretch of firm forearm, adding a casual, unrestrained air to his usual suit and tie.
A cold gaze fell upon the figure sitting by the bed, the frost in his eyes lting in an instant.
He strode over quickly, while Ye Jiuliang tilted her head, her eyes and brows lazy.
"Why did you get up so early today?" Li Mochan lifted his hand and ruffled her hair, his deep voice laughing with a hint of teasing.
Ye Jiuliang yawned lazily, "To accompany you on your morning run."
After breakfast, it would be about ti to go to the Ye Family.
Li Mochan chuckled and reached out to pull her up.
The winter wind was cold, nipping at one’s face.
The two, wearing matching sportswear, ran out of Mo Garden, their gaits surprisingly in sync despite their different heights.
With Ye Jiuliang accompanying him, Li Mochan extended the duration of his morning run today.
When they reached a park square, children’s laughter and the sound of music from the square dance could be heard from afar.
Ye Jiuliang stopped running, her clear, jade-like face covered with a thin layer of sweat and slightly short of breath.
Li Mochan pulled at his sleeve to wipe her sweat, a smile softening his austere features, making him even more captivating, "Tired?"
"Not at all," Ye Jiuliang denied.
Hearing his suppressed laugh, Ye Jiuliang retorted, "I’m just hungry."
Li Mochan raised an eyebrow but reluctantly believed her.
After having breakfast outside and freshening up, Li Mochan accompanied Ye Jiuliang on a trip to the Ye Family.
Today was the anniversary of the Ye family matriarch’s death, and everyone from the Ye Family had co back.
Seeing Li Mochan and Ye Jiuliang arrive together, the Ye Family’s expressions varied.
After paying respects to the matriarch, Ye Jiuliang ca out of the ancestral hall just as Li Mochan hung up a phone call.
"Is there sothing at the company?" Ye Jiuliang asked.
Li Mochan humd in affirmation, "There’s a eting."
"You go ahead to the company, I’ll co to see you later," Ye Jiuliang said.
Li Mochan gave the surrounding people a cool glance and, in front of everyone, reached out to touch her head, "Call if you need anything."
Ye Jiuliang nodded, and Li Mochan turned to leave. She withdrew her gaze and looked towards Aren, who was standing to the side.
"Where’s the old man?"
"In the study," Aren replied, neither humble nor arrogant.
Ignoring the glances from the crowd, Ye Jiuliang walked away with light steps.
"Mom, look at that girl Ye Jiuliang; she’s so insufferably arrogant, bringing Li Fifth Master here on Grandma’s death anniversary. She’s clearly here to show off," Ye Xin said with a dark look, her voice full of complaints as she stared in the direction Ye Jiuliang had gone.
Ever since Li Jingjie emigrated abroad, she firmly believed that it was all Ye Jiuliang’s sabotage. If not for Ye Jiuliang, her marriage to Li Jingjie wouldn’t have been delayed, and Jingjie wouldn’t have been forced to leave the country—it was all Ye Jiuliang’s fault.
A mother knows her daughter best, and Xiang Zhen understood the dissatisfaction in her heart but sighed helplessly, "Alright, what Ye Jiuliang does is none of your concern. How she wants to live is her business. Just avoid provoking her. Once Jingjie’s mourning period is over, you can get married quickly."
Ye Xin stamped her foot, frustrated, "But Jingjie’s family has been expelled from the Li Family. I just can’t accept it."
As soone who had been through thick and thin, Xiang Zhen calmly analyzed the situation for her, "Jingjie’s company overseas is steadily stabilizing now. Stop making a fuss. Ye Jiuliang now has Li Mochan as a backer; there’s no one in the capital who’d dare to cross her. Take mother’s advice, don’t provoke her, or you might end up losing even more. It’s not worth it."
Ye Xin grunted, mindful of the other people present, and refrained from causing a scene right there.
Once she arrived at the study, the old master Ye was already waiting for her.
It was the familiar scent of tea, yet it could not conceal the emptiness of the study.
"You’ve finally deigned to return?" the old master Ye said, sipping his tea leisurely.
Ye Jiuliang pulled out a chair and sat down opposite him, not a trace of fear in her deanor.
She called out faintly, "Grandfather."
"I heard you went to the teahouse with old Mr. Li recently?" old master Ye ntioned without a change in his deanor.
Ye Jiuliang nodded, her expression unaffected.
A tinge of sourness welled up in old master Ye’s heart, wondering when she had beco so close to old Mr. Li.
"Where’s my household registration book?" Ye Jiuliang cut to the chase.
Old master Ye showed a look of surprise, "What do you need the household registration book for?"
"I have so matters to attend to," Ye Jiuliang brushed over the topic lightly.
"What matters?" Normally, needing the household registration book implied it was no small matter.
Faced with old master Ye’s inquiring gaze, Ye Jiuliang was utterly composed.
She vaguely replied, "Just so small business."
Knowing her disposition to so extent, old master Ye didn’t believe the so-called small business she referred to, "I suppose everything is a small matter in your eyes."
Ye Jiuliang didn’t expect him to hand over the household registration book willingly. Seeing the pastries on the table, she reached out, took a piece, and started munching on it.
"You need to clarify what you need the household registration book for first," old master Ye pressed.
Ye Jiuliang was tight-lipped, evading the question, "So matters to attend to."
Knowing how difficult it was to extract information from her, old master Ye didn’t press further. After all, the household registration book was in his possession, and if she wanted to take it, she would have to explain what it was for.
After finishing her pastry, Ye Jiuliang pulled over a napkin to wipe her hands, then stood up, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way."
Seeing her rushing to leave again, old master Ye’s face darkened, "Today is your grandmother’s death anniversary. She adored you the most since you were born. Can’t you stay at ho for even one more day on her anniversary?"
Catching a glimpse of the photo on the wall, Ye Jiuliang paused. In the picture, the elderly lady was sitting on a sofa, her face adorned with a kind smile, that gentle gaze forever etched clearly in her mory.
She rembered, when she was very young and punished by old master Ye to stand in Jing Pavilion, her grandmother would always sneak her so treats; she was truly good to her.
She concealed the nostalgia in her eyes, "Understood, I’ll leave after lunch."
The tea in his cup had gone cold, and old master Ye had no desire to drink it anymore.
He turned his head to look out the window, the view gradually becoming blurred before his eyes.
Could the words spoken back then really co true?
...
After leaving the study, not wanting to face Ye Yan and others in the living room, Ye Jiuliang walked around the courtyard.
In the anti, she also received a phone call from Gu Xinuo.
"That plot of land hasn’t been settled yet, why would Matt place such a large order with our ’K’ organization out of the blue?" After listening to Gu Xinuo’s words, Ye Jiuliang was confused, sensing that sothing wasn’t quite right.
On the other end of the call, Gu Xinuo took off his boxing gloves, tossed them to soone else, and stepped out of the ring toward a rest area nearby.
"I just heard it from Achen, I’m not clear on the specifics myself. However, I heard that recently several organizations have been provoking Matt frequently; probably, Matt ordered that batch of goods as a precaution," he explained.
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