The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 108. Can you really call me uncle without feeling guilty? (second update)
Before his voice even fell, the man suddenly drew near, his fingers clenched around her wrist, and a voice tinged with laughter arose, "No matter how crafty one is, they have already fallen for a wolf cub."
Ye Jiuliang chuckled lightly, nudging him and said, "Talk is talk, no need for handsy moves."
"Then how about a verbal move?" He smiled mischievously, his dark gaze landing on those blushing lips.
Getting the hint, Ye Jiuliang glared at him, looking fierce yet adorable.
"Scram."
Li Mochan couldn’t help but laugh, reaching up to rub her head.
That was another "head-pat kill".
Under the warm orange light, Ye Jiuliang huddled on the couch engrossed in her phone playing Fight the Landlord, while not far away, the man bent over the desk taking over her work.
——Copying house rules.
As one game ended, perhaps stricken by conscience, Ye Jiuliang turned to look at the man sitting at the desk.
She asked, "It’s already past ten, aren’t you tired?"
The subtext being, you can make a swift exit now.
Li Mochan set down his pen and looked up.
With a slight lift of his eyebrows, he asked, "Are you tired?"
Ye Jiuliang nodded, thinking privately that it meant he could leave now.
No sooner had she spoken than the man got to his feet and approached.
Seeing him halt in front of the couch, Ye Jiuliang reminded him, "The back window is over there."
Jing Pavilion’s surroundings only had that one corner by the back window without surveillance.
"Who said I was leaving." Li Mochan rolled up his sleeves and sat down on the couch.
"Hey, Li Mochan, move over, you’re so big you’re almost squeezing me off," Ye Jiuliang grumbled as she pushed against his back.
Li Mochan turned around, encircled her hand, and pulled her towards him.
"Aren’t you tired? Why all the fuss, hmm?"
Ye Jiuliang’s lips quivered, and she elbowed him back, "Hurry up and roll back to where you came from, I’m going to sleep."
"It’s dark outside, the night roads are dangerous," Li Mochan whispered near her ear.
Ye Jiuliang rolled her eyes. As if Li Mochan would be afraid of a little nighttime danger.
Who’s he kidding?
Before she could retort, he continued, "This couch is a bit small, but we can make do by squeezing in."
Ye Jiuliang replied coldly, "Squeeze my ass. Get up, there’s no room here for you."
"Ladies should speak more civilly," Li Mochan caught her swinging fist, his thin lips curving into a faint smile.
"Tsk, tsk, such a mature tone, almost like an old man," Ye Jiuliang narrowed her eyes, her tone brimming with mockery.
"Should I start calling you ’Uncle’ then?"
Li Mochan’s brows furrowed slightly in response to the challenge in the girl’s eyes, and he felt an urge to laugh.
"I’m only four years older than you. Would your conscience be okay with calling me ’Uncle’?"
Ye Jiuliang, "Even a year older signals a generation gap, let alone four years."
"If I remember correctly, Ji Mingqian is about the same age as me, what would you call him if you’re calling me ’Uncle’?" Li Mochan responded leisurely.
"With that logic, how about this, next time I bring him along to see you, I’ll have him call you ’Uncle’ too?" In the art of verbal sparring, Master Jiu was never one to back down.
Have Ji Mingqian call him ’Uncle’?
Pssh.
Li Mochan’s handsome face darkened as he pinched her cheek, his deep voice tinged with annoyance, "From now on, you’re not allowed to go grocery shopping with him."
Ye Jiuliang swatted his hand away, not allowing his habit of pinching her face to slide, "Why not?"
"I’ll go with you."
Ye Jiuliang stifled a laugh, "Will you foot the bill?"
Li Mochan hummed in agreement, "I’ll cook whatever we buy for you."
Her eyes lit up, "Like the dinner we just had?"
Li Mochan nodded.
"You said it," she declared.
Upon finishing, Li Mochan reached for the blanket.
"Hey, Li Mochan, quit trying to fool me," Ye Jiuliang kicked at him, "Get up, don’t lay there hogging my space."
