Li Mochan’s eyes glead with triumph as he teased, "Shall we continue?"
Ye Jiuliang was petrified; if they continued, would she even need dinner that night?
She shivered and smiled ingratiatingly, "Let’s go have dinner first, and then go ho. We can continue after we get back."
Li Mochan was mostly just teasing her and hadn’t planned on actually doing anything to her there.
However, since she had ntioned continuing back at ho, he reluctantly agreed.
Li Mochan’s thin lips curved slightly, and he bent down to peck her cheek, "You said it yourself."
Feeling like she had been tricked again, Ye Jiuliang was frustrated.
They left the club quite late, so they decided to have dinner outside before returning ho.
Not far from the club, a new Italian restaurant had opened, and Ye Jiuliang had just noticed the restaurant’s grand opening when she passed by at noon.
Baskets of flowers lined either side of the restaurant’s entrance, with a red carpet extending inside, about six yards long.
The soft lighting intersected to create a romantic atmosphere, while relaxing light music wafted through the restaurant.
Ascending the spiral staircase, Ye Jiuliang habitually chose a seat by the window.
After ordering, Ye Jiuliang didn’t forget to ask for a bottle of red wine.
As the waiter left, Ye Jiuliang removed her coat, and Li Mochan naturally extended his hand to take it from her.
Ye Jiuliang turned to look out the window, where the city lights were less noisy and more peaceful.
Suddenly, she narrowed her eyes—Mo Su?
"What are you looking at?" A weight suddenly pressed on her shoulder, and the man’s low magnetic voice sounded by her ear.
Ye Jiuliang turned her head to look at him, a mischievous smile on her lips.
Her fingertip tapped on the window, "Do you think that beauty downstairs is pretty?"
Li Mochan was puzzled, following her gaze to the parking lot below crowded with people, having no idea who she was referring to. He withdrew his gaze disinterestedly.
"Not pretty."
"Did you even see her?"
He shook his head honestly, and Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but chuckle, "You didn’t see her, yet you say she’s not pretty."
That was obviously a brush-off.
Li Mochan played with the ring on her hand, a deep, low chuckle escaping his lips, "No one looks good to except you."
That hardcore piece of flattery struck straight at Ye Jiuliang’s heart, making her break into a radiant smile, her lips stretching almost to her ears.
She loved to hear him say that.
In the anti, Mo Su had also co to the third floor—only those with either wealth or status could dine there. Compared to the first floor, the third floor was much quieter.
Among the sparse tables, Mo Su imdiately spotted the one by the window.
Wearing nearly four-inch heels seed as effortless as walking on flat ground, graceful and comfortable.
"Miss Ye, we et again. What a coincidence."
From the mont Mo Su arrived, Ye Jiuliang had seen her, her probing gaze occasionally sweeping over that pair of towering stilettos.
Rather than Mo Su herself, Ye Jiuliang was more intrigued by her shoes.
Wearing such high heels must be such a pain, torturous on the feet.
"Indeed, quite a coincidence." Ye Jiuliang responded lazily.
Whether it was a coincidence or not, she didn’t know; she only knew that Mo Su was like a persistent ghost.
Mo Su’s gaze shifted to the man beside Ye Jiuliang, a hint of calculation flickering in her eyes, "I presu this gentleman is Mr. Li Fifth, I’ve heard much about you."
Li Mochan, still playing with Ye Jiuliang’s little finger, furrowed his brows slightly without even lifting his eyelids, "Stand back a bit, the perfu is too strong."
His blunt words brutally slapped Mo Su’s face, loud and painful.
Compared to that remark, Ye Jiuliang’s biting style of speaking was hardly worth ntioning.
From childhood, only old man Mo had ever scolded her, and no one else had dared to be so presumptuous with her.
Ye Jiuliang was one, and now Li Mochan was another.
Once MK Group beca her possession, she would definitely make him pay for his words today.
Mo Su’s eyes suddenly darkened with a surge of anger at the bottom of her heart, yet she had to pretend as if she didn’t care on the surface.
Ye Jiuliang almost couldn’t hold back her laughter and cleared her throat, "I’m sorry, my husband dislikes perfu that’s too strong."
Mo Su cald her emotions, curved her lips, and squeezed out a smile, "It should be who’s sorry, I wasn’t aware of Li Mochan’s discomfort with perfu."
The thorn-laden beauty is quite understanding, huh.
Ye Jiuliang’s smile didn’t reach her eyes, "Does Miss Mo have anything else?"
Mo Su smiled faintly, "I have soone to et, so I won’t disturb Miss Ye and Li Mochan from dining together."
As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the table she had reserved.
Ye Jiuliang withdrew her gaze and looked toward the man by her side, her red lips nearing his ear, "Li Mochan, soone has a thing for you."
Before her words fell, Li Mochan suddenly turned his face, his thin lips precisely sealing hers.
After a touch light as a dragonfly skimming the water, Li Mochan sat up straight and teased her with a smile, "Then, if I have a thing for you, do you know?"
Dazzled by his brilliant smile, Ye Jiuliang dodged his scorching gaze, "Let’s eat, eat."
Li Mochan glanced at the empty table, his lips pressing back a smile.
Eating air?
When the two of them ca together, they were always the focus of attention, and every move attracted the notice of others.
Quite a few waiters glanced at them with curiosity mixed with more envy than not.
"Lingchen, why are you just standing there? Why aren’t you moving?"
The person in front hesitated to move, Xiao ngxue followed suit and stopped, her face full of confusion.
Xiao Lingchen said nothing, his gaze reflecting the two people by the window, unable to hide the loneliness between his brows.
Long ti no see; her smile was still as radiant as ever.
Following his line of sight, Xiao ngxue also saw Ye Jiuliang and Li Mochan, her face showing astonishnt.
Why are those two here?
That’s too much of a coincidence.
"Lingchen, you..." With a worried look, Xiao ngxue turned towards her younger brother, about to speak when the person next to her suddenly took a step forward.
Hiding the helplessness on her face, she slowly caught up with his stride.
Seeing the Xiao siblings approaching, Mo Su gracefully stood up, "Mr. Xiao, Miss Xiao, over here."
"Miss Mo, we et again." Not expecting the icy Xiao Lingchen to greet her first, Xiao ngxue reached out and lightly took Mo Su’s hand.
With a light touch, both let go at the sa ti.
Mo Su smiled and said, "Let’s sit down and talk."
Xiao ngxue gave a slight nod and pulled out a chair to sit down.
The Xiao siblings?
How did they beco involved with Mo Su?
Ye Jiuliang looked at the person seated across from Mo Su, her brows slightly furrowed.
First the Li Family, then the Xiao Family, what sort of wishful thinking was Mo Su playing at?
"Another acquaintance?" Noticing she was distracted, Li Mochan asked.
Ye Jiuliang humd, her smile playful, "You thought they were ’misshapen pumpkins,’ telling not to interact with them."
Li Mochan glanced at the two people sitting across from Mo Su, his gaze lingering on Xiao Lingchen, "The man?"
Ye Jiuliang chuckled lightly, "Pretty sharp intuition."
Confirming he was referring to Xiao Lingchen, Li Mochan cupped her small head in his hands, forcing her to turn her face away.
"Then stop looking."
Heavy with jealousy, Ye Jiuliang’s face was full of smiles, her ho’s jar of vinegar had been overturned again.
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