The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 102, Do you think you can tease me for free? (Second update)
After poking it a couple of times, I got a little addicted.
Sending a teddy bear to exchange for me, Li Mochan, you’re really childish.
And copying the family rules for her, are you eager for her to get into trouble?
She reached out and grabbed one of the teddy bear’s ears, dragging it over.
Seeing the clothes on the teddy bear, she curled her lips in amusement.
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The next day, all the trending searches about Ji Mingqian were taken down, even the online gossip articles were wiped clean.
The sharp and decisive handling of the situation made people suspect that Ji Mingqian had some powerful backing indeed.
Just when everything seemed to be calming down, a new trending search emerged.
The protagonist was still Ye Jiuliang, but this time there was a change in the male lead. This trending search exploded across the capital, throwing everyone into complete disarray.
Ye Jiuliang, who had recently returned to the capital with the Ye Family, was seen frequently entering and staying for hours in Li Mochan’s office.
Even photographs were posted, precisely of Ye Jiuliang visiting Li Mohan’s office after her classes every day.
Trending two days in a row, involving gossip with figures more influential than the last, the hundreds of millions of onlookers had their perceptions of Ye Jiuliang refreshed once again.
First off, that face of hers was beyond criticism, beating out countless others in an instant.
In fact, she was rumored to be a rare academic powerhouse from Beisen Academy.
Furthermore, and most importantly, she had won the favor of Lord Li. Just this alone had shattered the hearts of numerous esteemed ladies and daughters of the capital.
No matter how stormy it was outside, Jinxiu Linting remained peaceful.
This sleep was the most peaceful and solid one Li Mochan had ever had in his life.
When he woke up, the soft, rhythmic breathing in his ear was undisturbed.
He raised his eyes to see the girl’s ink-like strands of hair spreading over her cheeks, her lips curved into an indulgent smile.
So this was the feeling of waking up to the sight of his little wolf cub first thing in the morning.
Perhaps his gaze was too intense, because Ye Jiuliang slowly woke up, working out the stiffness in her neck.
She looked up, their eyes met.
Only a fist’s distance apart, Ye Jiuliang was taken aback for a moment, then calmly shifted her gaze and sat up straight.
"My hand is numb," she reminded him, signaling for him to let go.
His grip on her hand all night had prevented her from sleeping well.
"Let me massage it for you," Li Mochan said, his thin lips curving slightly, his fingertips gently massaging her small hand.
His tender movements caused Ye Jiuliang to break out in goosebumps.
She forcefully pulled her hand back, stood up, and said, "Since you’re awake, you should go back."
Just as she took a step, the man’s iron arm encircled her waist, enveloping her from behind.
Her slender back crashed into his embrace, Ye Jiuliang’s eyes trembled, and her body stiffened.
"Every time you tease me and then hurry to push me away, little wolf cub, do you think I’m here for you to toy with for free?" he accused with a mellow voice that flowed from his lips, deep and resonant.
Ye Jiuliang was slightly annoyed, "When did I tease you again, Li Mochan, are you still not sober from the alcohol?"
"You poked my face," he complained, feeling completely justified.
At that, Ye Jiuliang’s eyes betrayed a touch of embarrassment.
Damn, this guy was faking sleep.
Shameless.
She looked down at the iron arm around her waist, trying to pry his hand off.
Li Mochan’s eyes darkened, and he leaned back suddenly, pulling Ye Jiuliang with him as they both toppled onto the sofa.
"Hey..."
Once Ye Jiuliang realized she was sitting on his lap, she was utterly flustered.
She tried to get up quickly, but the hand around her waist drew her in again.
"Little wolf cub, let’s talk," Li Mochan leaned in close, his jaw resting on her shoulder, his voice low and resonant.
