"She just left," Jiang Yisheng took out a backpack and put it on the bed, stuffing clothes into it.
Hesitating for a mont, he couldn’t help asking, "Cousin, don’t you object?"
Li Mochan looked up at the bright moon hidden among the treetops and said lightly, "You’re free to do as you wish."
Those few words ward Jiang Yisheng’s heart, the smile in his eyes grew warr.
"Asheng, you should be clear about so things in your heart. I don’t object, but that doesn’t an everyone else in the family feels the sa," continued Li Mochan, he who was usually reticent, unusually had sothing to say on this matter.
Jiang Yisheng’s eyes gradually dimd, and he replied with a forced cheerfulness, "I understand, maybe by the ti I co back, I will be able to let go of my feelings for him."
Whether he could let go or not, he actually already had an answer.
He just didn’t want to admit it now.
Li Mochan said, "I’ve arranged for Wei Dong to et you; call him if you need anything."
"Okay. Cousin, thank you," Jiang Yisheng replied with a smile on his lips.
Li Mochan’s typically icy tone softened a bit, "Take care of yourself."
After hanging up the phone, with a light sigh dissipating around him, Li Mochan turned and walked back to the living room.
In the living room, the background music of the ga kept playing.
Accompanied by a "ga over," Ye Jiuliang sprang up from the sofa.
"Hahaha."
In contrast, Ye Yuan had a look of utter dejection.
He lost all ten rounds of the ga.
Was he getting old, his gaming IQ no longer up to par?
"Dad, hurry up and hand over the money." As she spoke, Ye Jiuliang unceremoniously reached for Ye Yuan’s wallet, pulling out five red bills.
Ye Yuan looked at his empty wallet, then at the stack of money in Ye Jiuliang’s hand, his life force depleted.
Losing a ga to his daughter was one thing, the money didn’t matter, but his pride as a father couldn’t stand it.
Seeing Li Mochan return, Ye Jiuliang leaped down from the sofa, startling him.
He quickened his pace to et her and wrapped an arm around her, chiding, "I’ve told you several tis, be careful jumping off the sofa, you might hurt yourself."
Ye Jiuliang could recite these words by heart, in one ear and out the other. She raised the stack of money in her hand, smiling with her eyes curving, "Li Mochan, look, I’ve won a lot of money, enough to buy lots of fried chicken legs."
Hearing this, Li Mochan couldn’t help but smile; satisfying the desires of his little wolf cub was just too easy if fried chicken legs were all it took.
He glanced at the bills in her hand, estimating about four to five thousand, it seed his father-in-law’s wallet had been thoroughly emptied.
Having lost in gaming, Ye Yuan was determined to regain his dignity elsewhere, "Ajiu, let’s not play gas anymore. Let’s compete in assembling models, and we’ll double the stakes."
At the words "double the stakes," Ye Jiuliang’s eyes brightened, and she turned to run back.
In her haste, she hadn’t taken a step before her collar was caught by soone.
When she turned around, she crashed into his deep, dark eyes. He said, "Don’t run, walk slowly."
Ye Jiuliang grinned, "It’s okay, our kid is tough."
Our kid?
Catching the key phrase with a sharp ear, Ye Yuan sized them up, noting Li Mochan’s cautious actions, and had a vague guess.
Could it be...
Ye Yuan could no longer sit still, springing up from the sofa, his usual composure nowhere to be found.
He paced quickly toward Ye Jiuliang, his eyes shining as he looked at her, "Ajiu, are you... are you pregnant?"
Ye Jiuliang didn’t deny it and nodded frankly.
It felt like fireworks were exploding overhead, and Ye Yuan’s face was overflowing with joy.
He was going to be a grandfather, he was actually going to be a grandfather.
"How many months?"
"Almost four months," she said.
Ye Yuan’s smile deepened, and his voice trembled with excitent, "Why didn’t you tell earlier? You need to be careful when you are pregnant. You can’t just jump off the couch like that, it’s too dangerous."
Now there was another person to nag. Ye Jiuliang forced a strained laugh and quickly changed the subject, "Dad, didn’t you say you wanted to have a model assembly contest? I’ll go get it now."
"No more playing," Ye Yuan interjected, "You are pregnant now, you need more rest. It’s getting late, you should hurry upstairs and rest, we’ll have the contest tomorrow."
At these words, Ye Jiuliang suddenly felt like she was lifting a rock only to drop it on her own feet.
If only she had admitted it later.
Li Mochan’s thin lips curved slightly, his fondness for his father-in-law skyrocketing.
Unable to withstand Ye Yuan’s nagging, Ye Jiuliang had no choice but to follow Li Mochan upstairs.
It was only around nine o’clock, nowhere near her bedti, and Li Mochan had a temporary eting to attend. Bored and with nothing better to do, she took out the motorcycle model she bought today and started playing with it.
Mixtures of different languages stread from the computer, including Wei Bei’s voice.
"Master, Tengyue Group is currently without managent, how should we proceed with the cooperation project we discussed before?"
Li Mochan glanced at the content on the docunt and was distracted by the woman focused on assembling her model on the other side, his lips curving lightly, "Continue as previously discussed."
Old Master Mo was out of the picture, and Mo Chen was clueless about the group’s affairs. Tengyue Group was still under Ye Yuan’s control, and there was no need to alter the project they had agreed on.
"Yes."
The eting continued, and Ye Jiuliang also remained silent, quietly assembling her motorcycle model.
...
In the deep of the night, with darkness pressing down heavily.
Suddenly, an urgent ringtone of a cell phone pierced the silence, waking the person from their deep sleep.
"Who is it calling at this hour?" Gu Xinuo muttered discontentedly, covering her ears with both hands.
Chu Chen reached over to hold her, groping in the dark for his phone. He glanced at the screen for the contact na and slid to answer, "Aqian, are you out of your mind, calling at this late hour?"
"Achen, co out and have a drink with ," Ji Mingqian said hoarsely.
Half past two in the morning, and he’s asking for a drink?
Chu Chen pinched the bridge of his nose, sensing sothing was off in his voice, "Aqian, what’s wrong?"
A sigh ca through, Ji Mingqian replied with a raspy voice, "I’m feeling troubled."
In the darkness, Chu Chen furrowed his brows, wondering which nerve had gone awry this ti.
"Send the address, I’m coming over now."
After an affirmation, Ji Mingqian hung up.
Chu Chen sat up, shirtless, and looked towards the woman beside him with a gentle tone, "Nuo, I need to step out for a bit."
Gu Xinuo opened her sleepy eyes and yawned lazily, "Did sothing happen to Aqian?"
"Not sure, but the guy’s looking to drink with in the middle of the night. I’ll go check on him." Chu Chen pulled off the blanket and got out of bed, heading to the wardrobe and casually picked out a set of clothes to put on.
"Drinking in the middle of the night?" Gu Xinuo suddenly beca fully alert, "But didn’t Ajiu say that Aqian has gone back to the hospital to take care of Yisheng? Why would he go drinking?"
Could it be that he and Yisheng were having another fight?
After getting dressed, Chu Chen reached out and gently touched her head, "Unclear. Aqian didn’t say. Just go back to sleep, I’ll go and check on him."
"I’ll co with you, just in case Aqian gets too drunk and you can’t handle him alone." Saying that, Gu Xinuo went to rise as well.
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