The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 101. Jiangyue Restaurant never offers delivery (first update)

Ye Jiuliang glanced at the person sleeping on the sofa with the corner of her eye and responded indifferently with a noise of acknowledgment.

On the other end of the line, Wei Bei breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good to hear, Miss Ye. My master drank a lot tonight. It would trouble you to keep an eye on him for a while."

"He fainted from stomach pain, but he has taken some medicine and is sleeping now. You should come and pick him up," Ye Jiuliang said.

To take care of him? Better not, the more entangled they became, the harder it was to break free.

At first, Wei Bei was anxious, but upon hearing that Li Mochan had taken medicine and was asleep, he was instantly reassured.

What a joke, if he dared to go pick him up now, he might as well leave tomorrow to plant trees in the wilderness.

After carefully choosing his words, he said, "Miss Ye, I’m tied up with something at the moment and can’t get away. Please take care of my master for a little while longer."

He said it all in one breath and hastily hung up the phone, fearing that Ye Jiuliang would ask him to come for the person.

Ye Jiuliang, "..."

Can’t get away at the moment?

Heh.

What a far-fetched excuse.

The phone hadn’t left her hand before it rang again.

The incoming number was still unfamiliar.

Pressing the answer button, it was that familiar voice again.

"Miss Ye, it’s me, Feng Yi."

Ye Jiuliang leaned against the sofa, turned her head, her eyes reflecting the man’s sharply-defined sleeping face, and she couldn’t help but lower her voice, "Mr. Feng, calling so late, are you looking for Li Mochan?"

Feng Yi chuckled lightly, "I’m not looking for him; I’m looking for you."

"I’m all ears," she said.

"Mohan’s feelings for Miss Ye, I think, don’t need further explanation from me. Mohan has been binge drinking these past few days, especially after seeing those rumors online. I thought he’d come to you to clarify things right away. I didn’t expect him to lock himself in his room at Mo Garden for a whole day," Feng Yi began.

"I’ve known Mohan since we were children, and all these years, I’ve never seen him so out of control as he has been these past few days."

Ye Jiuliang listened quietly, the large hand in her grasp gradually warming up, no longer as icy as before.

"I heard Miss Ye has been ordering takeout from Jiangyue Restaurant lately. I wonder if the food is to your liking?" Feng Yi’s tone shifted, his words carrying an underlying message.

Ye Jiuliang, not wanting to guess the meaning behind his words, asked directly, "What do you mean by that, Mr. Feng?"

"Jiangyue Restaurant doesn’t deliver takeout. With that said, do you understand what I mean?" Feng Yi hinted.

Ye Jiuliang’s eyes narrowed slightly. That day, Wei Bei had just delivered her meal, and shortly after, the old Mrs. Jiang arrived.

And later, Li Mochan told her the takeout was ordered from Jiangyue Restaurant.

Could it be...

A flicker of astonishment spread across the depths of her eyes, and Ye Jiuliang’s gaze swept over the bandaged arm of the man.

Burned?

Such coincidences didn’t happen.

Was the so-called takeout she had ’ordered’ all personally cooked by Li Mochan?

"Miss Ye, staying silent, I assume you must have realized something. That guy Mohan has barely eaten properly these past few days. Wei Bei mentioned he didn’t eat at all today. If he’s at your place, could you please order him some takeout?"

Feng Yi’s voice pulled her back from her thoughts, and even after hanging up the phone, Ye Jiuliang was still a bit dazed.

The soft lighting, a warm yellow, shone on the man’s side face as if adding a halo, softening his stern features.

Ye Jiuliang reached out, her fingertips touching the bandaged area.

After a long time, a sigh leaked from her lips.

Could it be that only by returning to Y country, everything could go back to the beginning?

How long can the affection you speak of, Li Mochan, last?

Staring at the man’s excessively delicate features, Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but stretch out her hand and poke his cheek on a whim.