Especially since Li Mochan had the backing of MK Group, that was his real concern.
"I’m clear on what you’re saying. Jiuliang has always believed Ayuan’s death had sothing to do with . It’s understandable she wouldn’t accept the Ye Family. Returning the inheritance to her is also a gesture of goodwill from my side, trying to win her over. Having her back in the family is only beneficial for us," Old Master Ye’s eyes glinted with calculation as he spoke complacently.
Ye Yan’s expression changed slightly, "How much does she know?"
Old Master Ye gave him a sharp glance, his tone suddenly turning cold, "Ayan, don’t even think about it."
Ye Yan, his face expressionless, finally showed so displeasure upon hearing the old man’s warning, "I’m just thinking about what’s best for the Ye Family. Jiuliang is too stubborn and won’t listen to reason. Sooner or later, she’ll be the end of the Ye Family."
"She won’t be."
"How can you be so sure she won’t? After all, she is not Ayuan."
"She is still of great use to the Ye Family. I forbid you from touching her."
"But she’s already out of control. Once she grows too strong, she’ll turn the tables on us, making us the fish on the chopping board."
The conversation beca increasingly intense, filling the air with the scent of gunpowder.
"Ye Yan, you’re out of line."
Old Master Ye slamd his hand down on the table, his face turning an iron shade of blue with anger.
Suddenly, the temperature around plumted.
The atmosphere was oppressive and stifling.
After calming down, Old Master Ye settled back into his armchair.
"Dad, I’m sorry," Ye Yan was the first to back down.
Old Master Ye waved his hand, his voice raspy, "Enough, follow my orders on this matter. Jiuliang is still of great use to the Ye Family. As long as you don’t provoke her, considering your mother’s and Ye Yuan’s face, she won’t act against the family."
"I understand," Ye Yan lowered his proud head, concealing the depth in his eyes.
What secrets was Ye Jiuliang hiding? Why was Old Master Ye convinced she was still useful to the Ye Family? What exactly was Old Master Ye planning?
...
To replicate the iron box as soon as possible, Ye Jiuliang had been leaving ho early and returning late for the past two days.
It was also late into the night before she stopped working.
Dropping her tools, she looked up at the man reading opposite her, her lips curving into a pleasing arc.
Stretching lazily, she tapped her fingertips on the table, her soft voice intentionally drawn out, "Mister Li."
Li Mochan closed his book, his gaze lifting slightly, "Finished?"
Ye Jiuliang beckoned him with a curl of her finger, "Co here."
Her tone was authoritative, tinged with a challenge.
Li Mochan’s cold eyes narrowed, his tall figure rose, and the large room suddenly filled with a sense of oppression.
His steps quickened without a sound, his cool breath approaching, invading Ye Jiuliang’s thoughts.
Realizing trouble, she got up to flee.
Ever since the day they got their marriage certificate, she had discovered that Li Mochan, since losing his mory, had grown even thicker-skinned and his obsession with certain things had beco even more unrestrained.
In a contest of strength, she admitted defeat.
So, it was safer to run after teasing him.
"You told to co over. Where are you going, Master Jiu, huh?"
His voice, magnetic and alluring, filled her ears, and her waist was suddenly seized by a domineering force and pulled over.
Ye Jiuliang made a sour face, inwardly imagining two wide noodles streaming down her heart.
She forced a laugh, "It’s getting late, we should go have dinner."
Li Mochan raised an eyebrow, "Getting cold feet?"
"..."
Ye Jiuliang’s mouth twitched slightly, boldly retorting, "Who’s getting cold feet."
Li Mochan’s eyes flashed a triumphant smile, "So, shall we continue?"
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