"Stop bringing him up, I told you already," Ji Mingqian grumbled, tossing a pillow at him. "If you like him so much, you go after him. Don’t talk to about it."
Burn dodged adroitly, jokingly said, "Do you have to get this angry? The rumors on the internet say you two get along really well. Why do you have to look like you’ve got a deep-seated grudge every ti you hear his na?"
"If you’re not drinking, get out," Ji Mingqian glared at him with disdain.
Taking a swig of his beer, Burn pressed on, "Why wouldn’t I eat what I bought? I’m genuinely curious, what on earth did Jiang Yisheng do to make you this angry."
"Did he steal the girl you like or sothing?"
Ji Mingqian responded with silence, just shooting him a cold look to draw his own conclusions.
"Did I actually guess it right?" Burn inquired, not giving up.
Picking up his chopsticks, Ji Mingqian couldn’t be bothered with him anymore. "Guess right my ass, keep your mouth shut or I won’t hesitate to beat you up."
Burn hushed dejectedly, well aware that his delicate body wasn’t designed to take a beating.
...
The Mo Family household was steeped in gloom.
The oppressive atmosphere lingered, making even the servants tread lightly.
When alti ca, still no one ca down to eat.
Mo Su had gone to the company, leaving only Mo Yu and her son at ho.
Looking at the cold food, Aqiao could only ask the staff to prepare two fresh portions to be taken upstairs.
"Young Master, the food’s still warm. Please eat it while it’s hot," the servant stood at the door with the tray, respectfully offering.
Without a word, Mo Chen took the tray from her hands, "You can go now."
"Yes."
Once the door was closed, Mo Chen carried the tray back over to the couch, placing it on the table with no appetite whatsoever.
He glanced at the file bag on the table and couldn’t help but sigh again.
"Sigh..."
He lay on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Should he ask Sister Ajiu for her opinion? Maybe she would have a solution.
After much hesitation, Mo Chen still couldn’t make a decision.
Another room.
Mo Yu had no appetite either, using work as a distraction to numb herself so she wouldn’t think about Mo Yuan.
With Mo Yuan gone, the entire company’s affairs fell on her and Mo Su’s shoulders, with a constant onslaught of paperwork and video conferences leaving no ti to rest.
"Ma’am, why don’t you take a break?" Aqiao set down the tray and handed her a glass of water.
Mo Yu put down her docunts and took the cup, finally taking a mont to rest, "How are things on Leng Yi’s side?"
"We’ve been keeping an eye on Burn, and saw him go to Leng Yi. Our people followed and finally found Leng Yi’s residence," Aqiao reported.
"Is it confird?" Mo Yu’s eyes dimd with worry, fearing a trick.
"It’s confird. Burn brought dinner to Leng Yi, and our people saw Leng Yi open the door with their own eyes."
Upon hearing this, Mo Yu’s lips curved slightly, a bit of warmth returning to her face, "Keep a close watch on Leng Yi. I’ll go there tomorrow myself."
"Understood," Aqiao replied.
"Has Mo Su co back yet?"
"Not yet. ngzhu said it’s very busy at the company, the Miss probably won’t return today."
Mo Yu pinched the bridge of her nose, unable to suppress the irritability within.
After a mont of silence, she couldn’t help but inquire about Mo Yuan’s whereabouts, "Have you found out where Mo Yuan went?"
"The Master has checked into a hotel, but..." Aqiao hesitated as she spoke.
"But what?" Seeing the difficulty on her face, Mo Yu had a bad premonition.
After a pause, Aqiao decided to tell the truth, "The hotel the Master checked into is the sa one that Ye Jiuliang and his party are staying at."
Before Aqiao could finish, Mo Yu leaped to her feet, her face dark as thunder.
Is this what he ant by having no ties with anyone else?
She just knew it had to have sothing to do with that stinky girl Ye Jiuliang.
"Madam, actually, there’s no need for you to get angry. After all, Shenghuang Hotel is the best hotel in F Country. The head of the family often stayed at this hotel when he was on business trips. It’s not strange at all for him to be staying there now," Aqiao consoled.
With their status, staying at the best hotels wasn’t a bit surprising.
It could only be said to be a coincidence.
Mo Yu looked at her with suspicious eyes, slightly calming down, "Do you really think it’s just a coincidence?"
Aqiao nodded, advising, "The head of the family is still amnesic, Madam. You shouldn’t always bring up Ye Jiuliang in front of him, lest he starts to wonder."
Mo Yu sat back on the sofa, hands covering her face, lost in thought.
Aqiao was right, she couldn’t keep ntioning Ye Jiuliang in front of Mo Yuan, lest he overthink it.
"Madam, there’s one more thing. I discovered a bottle of dicine in the head of the family’s study. He didn’t take the dicine with him." Aqiao took out the dicine bottle from her pocket and placed it on the table.
Hands covering her face, Mo Yu had a startled expression and stared intently at the dicine bottle on the table.
He actually didn’t take the dicine with him; what on earth was he thinking?
Mo Yu reached out, took the dicine bottle, and opened it to see that it looked almost untouched.
Her breath hitched, could it be Mo Yuan hadn’t been taking his dicine lately?
No wonder he had fainted a few days ago; it seed to be related to not taking his dicine.
He always used to take it on ti, why did he suddenly stop?
"Madam, shall I find soone to deliver the dicine to the head of the family?" Aqiao asked.
Mo Yu shook her head, hiding the complexity in her eyes.
If Mo Yuan had stopped taking the dicine, even if she had it sent over, he wouldn’t take it. Forcing him might just arouse his suspicions.
She pulled open a drawer, threw the dicine bottle inside, and closed it, "Where’s Mo Chen?"
"The young master is in his room; he hasn’t co out," Aqiao said. "Soone just took dinner to him."
"Has there been any movent on my father’s side?"
"Not at the mont, but I heard that Wang Shuo was called back by the old master."
Mo Yu frowned. What did the old master want with Wang Shuo?
Could the old master have other plans?
...
It was late at night, and a wind was picking up.
Arriving at the hotel, Gu Xinuo and Chu Chen entered the hotel one after the other to avoid attracting attention.
After checking in, quite conveniently, they were on the sa floor as Ye Jiuliang.
Having stored their luggage, the two then went to find Ye Jiuliang.
"Knock, knock—"
Gu Xinuo looked at the strange face of the man beside her and couldn’t help but feel it was a bit odd.
"Standing next to you like this, I always get the sense that I’m secretly eting with another man behind your back," she said, sizing him up and teasing.
Chu Chen’s face fell, "..."
At that mont, the door opened; it was Li Mochan who opened it.
"Ajiu."
Gu Xinuo entered as if it was her own place, cooing sweetly.
"Where’s Master Jiu in my house?"
Li Mochan glanced at Chu Chen’s strange face, pretending not to recognize him, and made a move to close the door.
"Hey, Li Mochan, what do you an?" Chu Chen blocked the door with his hand and asked through clenched teeth.
Li Mochan braced the door, not letting him co in, "Who are you?"
Chu Chen, half-stuck in the door, twitched the corner of his lips.
This guy was definitely doing it on purpose.
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