The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 109. Master Jiu Falls Off the Couch (Third Watch)
Li Mochan grabbed her feet and dragged her in front of him, "If you make trouble tomorrow, rest early." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Ye Jiuliang threw a punch at him, "How am I supposed to rest with you, such a big person, squeezing in here?"
"You think it’s too crowded?" Li Mochan lowered his gaze to her, as if pondering something.
Ye Jiuliang pouted her lips, "Of course, it’s cramped on such a small couch."
"How about this?" Li Mochan effortlessly lifted her up, and his tall figure took up the entire couch.
The girl was so slender that lying on his chest didn’t feel much heavy.
The muscles at the corner of Ye Jiuliang’s eyes twitched, "..."
How had she never noticed that this man could be so shameless before?
Just as she lifted her leg, it was pinned down by the man’s long leg.
"Li Mochan, don’t push your luck."
She growled, pulling away his hand and rolling over.
In her anger, she forgot that it was just a couch, and there was no space behind her to turn over.
Her body was suspended in air, and she rolled right off the couch.
Li Mochan’s handsome face changed, and he reached out trying to catch her, but he was a step too slow.
"Thump—"
The heavy sound echoed as she hit the floor.
Li Mochan flipped off the couch and crouched down to help Ye Jiuliang up, his eyes nervously examining her, "Did you hurt yourself anywhere?"
Ye Jiuliang sat on the floor, her head a little dazed.
She rubbed her head and gave him a cool look, "You try it."
If he hadn’t insisted on squeezing onto the couch, would she have fallen?
What a loss of face.
Li Mochan pulled her hand away, his well-defined hand gently rubbing her sore head.
"Should we go to the hospital and have it looked at?" he asked, not reassured.
She wasn’t concussed, so why go to the hospital?
Ye Jiuliang rose silently, sat back on the couch, and swung her pale feet in the air, "No need, just go back. I don’t want to fall again."
Li Mochan withdrew his hand and looked down at her with a helpless tone, "Aren’t you going to see me off?"
Ye Jiuliang collapsed onto the couch, pulled the blanket over herself, and turned her back to him.
"No."
Watching the person on the couch curl up into a ball, Li Mochan’s lips slightly curled into a gentle, tender smile.
A light noise came from the window. Ye Jiuliang opened her eyes and turned her head to look; the rear window was tightly shut, and the figure of the man was nowhere to be seen.
She leisurely got off the couch and opened the rear window.
The night was silent except for the rustling sound of falling leaves.
He had fled quite fast.
After a moment, she closed the window and walked back to the desk.
The air-dried ink stained the white paper—if it weren’t for her personally viewing it, the handwriting could have truly been mistaken for the real thing.
If the old master knew that it was Li Mochan who had copied these family rules for her, his face would be quite a sight.
...
With both the Ye Family and the Li Family suppressing the rumors, the gossip about Ye Jiuliang and Li Mochan was completely quashed in a matter of days.
And since both parties remained silent, the matter faded away.
Li Mochan, for his part, didn’t care, and he continued to visit Jing Pavilion for several days, concocting a variety of delicious dishes for his ’little wolf pup’.
After handing the copied family rules to the old master for review, she left without a moment’s pause.
After changing her clothes back at Jinxiu Linting, she was about to leave with her car keys when Ji Mingqian sent her a message, "Golden Snow Ginseng is in Mola Street of the capital."
Mola Street?
Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow; the name did have a bit of intrigue to it.
She put away her phone, closed the door, and walked leisurely toward the garage.
Just as she was riding her motorcycle out of Jinxiu Linting, she was caught by none other than Master Jiu.
"Why are you here? Didn’t you say you were going on a business trip abroad?" With her toes touching the ground, Ye Jiuliang looked up at the man getting out of his car and walking over.
Li Mochan saw her on the motorcycle and frowned, "Are you going out?"
Ye Jiuliang hummed a confirmation, "Just taking a stroll, aren’t you supposed to be on a noon flight?"
"Delayed by an hour," he said.
