The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 131. My Wolf Cub Can Be Coquettish (Second Update)
Anders’ slender eyes narrowed, bringing out specks of coldness.
At that moment, the unlocked door was opened by someone from outside.
The man’s deep voice was tinged with a sense of enjoyment at the spectacle, "Did we miss some exciting action?"
That familiar voice made Ye Jiuliang turn his head to look. Feng Yi entered with a smiling face.
And behind him, followed a certain gentleman.
Unexpectedly, that person’s deep, cold eyes were looking right over.
Their gazes met, and Ye Jiuliang was the first to look away.
Why was it that every time there was a fight, he’d run into him? It was like seeing a ghost.
As sponsors and financial backers of the competition, Yake and the others couldn’t possibly be unacquainted with Feng Yi.
Even Anders, who was arrogant because of his driving skills, had to greet Feng Yi politely when he saw him.
"Mr. Feng, what brings you here?"
Feng Yi looked them over with a smile that was not quite a smile, his gaze settling on Lei Ding’s completely battered face.
"What happened here?"
At his question, no one answered.
Yake and his companions looked at each other, then all turned their gazes toward Anders.
"It’s just a minor accident." Anders forced a smile, tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Fighting couldn’t be openly discussed, otherwise it would be them faced with embarrassment, unlike this crazy girl; they had their qualifications to consider.
Feng Yi raised an eyebrow and a glance caught sight of the blood-stained towel wrapped around Ye Jiuliang’s hand, deducing somewhat what had happened.
Without a doubt, it was Ye Jiuliang who had done the beating.
Inwardly, he scoffed, thinking that with such fierceness, it was no wonder none from the Ye family could curry favor from her.
Could it be that Mohan was taken with Ye Jiuliang’s ferociousness?
Is his taste... that heavy?
Meanwhile, Ye Jiuliang watched calmly as the man approached, raising an eyebrow lightly.
"Why are you here?"
"Who has upset you?"
The two spoke simultaneously, and at the end of their sentences, the corners of their lips both curved into the same arc.
"Is everything taken care of?" Li Mochan reached out to pull her hand, looking at the blood-stained towel, not minding his dislike for dirt as he began to undo it for her.
Ye Jiuliang hummed in response.
"Let’s go," Li Mochan said, holding her hand and leading her away.
"Wait for me, you two," Feng Yi said, following them without any sense of the impropriety of the moment.
There was always extra entertainment when tagging along with these two.
It was too good to miss.
They rushed all the way to the outdoor washbasin.
He turned on the tap and pulled her hand under the running water to wash it.
The cool water rushed over her palm, and Ye Jiuliang glanced sideways at the man washing her hands for her.
His lips were pressed tightly together, and even the well-defined line of his jaw exuded an air of noble frostiness.
"Aren’t you going to ask me why I hit someone?"
"Why should I ask?" he replied softly, looking down.
Ye Jiuliang teased, "Don’t you think I’m rough and violent?"
Li Mochan turned off the water, "If they made you unhappy, they deserved to be beaten."
Ye Jiuliang looked at him intensely, then suddenly laughed.
She suddenly realized that her fondness for Li Mochan had just increased a bit.
"Your hands are all red." Li Mochan used his own coat to dry the water off her hands, then held her hands gently, caressing them.
"Does it hurt?"
Ye Jiuliang laughed softly, "Li Mochan, I’m not so delicate."
Li Mochan took her hand and stuffed it into his pocket, leaning closer to her, his chin resting on her shoulder.
Ye Jiuliang didn’t understand and wasn’t used to such affection in public. Just as she was about to step back, the man’s magnetic voice sounded in her ear, "My little wolf pup can be as delicate as she wants, any way she wants."
Ye Jiuliang’s eyes trembled slightly, warmth spreading in her chest, and the cold heart quietly fractured.
Since the time she could remember, she had never been considered delicate because she knew that even if she wanted to be, no one would allow it.
She chuckled softly; it truly was a heart-stirring sentence!
"Mohan knows how to sweet-talk. I’m afraid you’ve coaxed quite a few girls, haven’t you?"
Li Mochan turned his head, his forehead against her cheek, "Lord only coaxes a certain little brat."
Ye Jiuliang, "..."
What on earth had she done to him to be called a little brat?
"Don’t tie up your hair in the future."
He abruptly changed the subject, and Ye Jiuliang was puzzled.
Just as she was about to ask why, the man’s slender, jade-like hand suddenly lifted, fingers picking at the black hair tie.
Under the sunlight, her cascading black hair flowed down, dazzling his eyes.
"Li Mochan, why are you pulling off my hair tie?" With her smooth long hair draped over her shoulders, Ye Jiuliang asked helplessly.
Li Mochan looped the hair tie around his own wrist, preventing her from taking it back, "You look prettier like this."
The little wolf pup with her hair tied up was too enticing, and it easily attracted the covetous glances of others.
Ye Jiuliang rolled her eyes at him, "A grown man wearing a hair tie on his wrist, aren’t you afraid of losing the face of Mohan?"
This was really ridiculous.
Was he sent by monkeys to entertain her?
Li Mochan, "Doesn’t matter."
"Mohan’s love affair is now confirmed, this trending topic should explode, right?" Feng Yi caught up to them, seeing their affectionate display, he almost felt sickly sweet.
Who says Li Mochan was born single? He’d show those who did.
Look at him flirting with the young girl, such a practiced act.
Ye Jiuliang stepped back from Li Mochan’s embrace and turned her head towards Feng Yi, tugging at the corner of her lips, "President Feng, you can mess with your food, but you shouldn’t talk nonsense."
"Then what were you two just now? Practicing hugging?" Feng Yi held back laughter, his teasing gaze shifting between them.
Ye Jiuliang, "..."
"Feng Yi." Li Mochan’s protective instincts kicked in, a cold glance shot over, carrying a warning.
Feng Yi puckered his lips, muttering to himself, having a significant other, but no humanity.
His old brotherhood was fed to the dogs.
"You two enjoy your stroll, I have to go," Ye Jiuliang withdrew her hand, eager to flee.
Her right hand was taken hold of again, "Where to, I’ll accompany you."
Ye Jiuliang gave him a sidelong glance, "Let go of me first."
If she walked hand in hand with him, then what Feng Yi had just joked about would become a reality, and there would be a commotion on the trending searches tomorrow.
"Five minutes." Li Mochan lowered his gaze to her, bargaining, his gentle voice surprising Feng Yi.
Oh my goodness, he hasn’t even won her over, yet his potential as a dutiful husband is already showing.
The man’s deep, tranquil black eyes sparkled with hope, and Ye Jiuliang’s heart softened again, "No backing out."
Hearing this, Li Mochan’s lips curved into a radiant smile, holding her hand tighter.
Beside them, Feng Yi turned into a lemon tree.
Who could understand the feeling of being force-fed dog food?
**
After taking Lin Yan to the hospital, Gao Yang and Liu Cong hurried back.
With one person down, they had to adjust both the group and individual competition rosters, leaving Xiang Tian and the others at a loss.
Eight people, with three participating in individual competitions and the remaining five in the group competition; if you were in an individual competition, you couldn’t be in the group competition—it was the rule. Three individual matches plus one group match, the group competition was one they absolutely could not afford to lose.
