The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 134. Just how much Li Mochan dotes on his wife (first update)
Feng Yi, being the sponsor, naturally sat in the row with the best view, with two empty seats next to him seemingly waiting for someone.
"Feng Yi, brother." Knowing that Feng Yi liked racing, Xiao Mengxue made a point to "coincidentally" run into him here.
Feng Yi gave her a glance, tugged at his lips, and said politely, "Miss Xiao."
His distant attitude wounded her, and Xiao Mengxue’s face turned pale as she said with a hurt tone, "Feng Yi, even if you have some issues with Lingchen, I haven’t offended you. Why are you so cold to me?"
She knew he was close friends with Li Mochan, but that didn’t mean he should give her the cold shoulder and lump her in with the opposing camp.
She had liked him for so long, it was simply too unfair to treat her this way.
"Miss Xiao must be joking, I don’t have any issues with Mr. Xiao." Feng Yi replied coolly.
"Mengxue, let’s find a seat first," suggested Su Yishan, who had also come along today, interjecting to smooth things over for Xiao Mengxue to save her from further embarrassment.
Xiao Mengxue bit her lip, glanced at Feng Yi, and then followed Su Yishan to the row behind.
She knew Feng Yi didn’t like women who clung desperately, so she dared not be rash, fearing it would repulse him.
Xiao Mengxue and her companion’s seats were directly behind Feng Yi. As soon as they sat down, Su Yishan’s almond-shaped eyes started scouring the racecourse, eagerly searching for the figure that haunted her dreams.
She looked and looked, but to no avail.
Could the information have been wrong, and he simply hadn’t come?
Disappointed, she withdrew her gaze and looked down, deep in thought.
Suddenly, the person beside her nudged her with an elbow.
"Yishan, look over there."
Su Yishan lifted her head in confusion and followed the direction of the gaze, spotting a god-like man slowly approaching.
Before she could rejoice, her expression darkened as her eyes fell on the person walking side by side with the man.
It was unclear what Li Mochan had said, but the girl slapped his arm, and despite that, the man kept a smile on his face.
Su Yishan couldn’t help but recall the gossip that had circulated online a while ago, God knows how she wanted to confront him for an explanation when she returned from a business trip and saw those rumors. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
But then she thought, she really had no grounds to question him.
In his eyes, she wasn’t even a friend.
If she went, it would only end in embarrassment.
Later, the gossip was suppressed by the Li Family after just a couple of days, and he didn’t come out to explain anything. So she comforted herself, convincing herself that those rumors were false, just journalists sensationalizing non-news, which was why he didn’t bother explaining.
But now, under the scrutiny of all these eyes, seeing him and Ye Jiuliang so close, could she still believe those rumors were false?
The close-up camera moved to Li Mochan and his company.
It turned out that Li Mochan had invited Ye Jiuliang to return to Mo Garden with him after the race ended. Unfortunately, Ye Jiuliang still remembered Li Mochan throwing away her beer, and she rejected him outright. Li Mochan naturally wouldn’t let it go, resorting to teasing her with the ’little brother’ affair, which is why Ye Jiuliang slapped him.
"Stay away from me." Ye Jiuliang said, moving to the side while biting into her ice cream, distancing herself from him.
Li Mochan laughed silently, sticking close to her again, "Wolfie, won’t you share even a bite of your ice cream with me?"
Ye Jiuliang gave him a sidelong glance, "Li Mochan, this is a public place, have some shame, will you?"
The way he kept after her ice cream, it was just shameless.
"If you wanted some, why didn’t you get one yourself just now? This is what I’ve already eaten."
Li Mochan’s lips curled slightly, "I don’t mind."
She chuckled, biting into the last piece of ice cream, "Well, I do."
"You find me repulsive?" Li Mochan frowned disapprovingly.
"Not easy, you finally figured it out."
The two joked back and forth with each other, falling silent simultaneously upon reaching the VIP seats.
"Ahan, over here," Feng Yi waved his hand.
Xiao Mengxue suddenly realized, those two empty seats next to Feng Yi were reserved for Li Mochan and Ye Jiuliang.
Could the recent romantic rumors be true?
A victim of naturally heat-sensitive constitution, Ye Jiuliang began to sweat on her forehead shortly after sitting down.
Her flushed little face added a touch of endearing clumsiness.
She picked up a bottle of ice mineral water prepared by a staff member, took a sip, then tightly screwed the cap back on, pressing the bottle against her face to cool down.
It’s so damn hot.
"Ahan, the sports cars this year are even more high-end than last year, you say..."
Feng Yi’s folding fan was suddenly snatched by a hand cold as porcelain and jade. He turned towards the person who had forcefully taken it.
It was that very ancestor of his whom he couldn’t afford to offend.
His handsome face fell, "Ahan, why did you take my fan?"
In this heat, he was counting on that broken fan to steal a bit of coolness.
Li Mochan remained silent, using the folding fan to fan Ye Jiuliang gently.
Feeling an unexpected breeze, Ye Jiuliang looked askance and saw it was Li Mochan fanning her with the folding fan.
"Where did you get this fan?" she asked with amusement.
Feng Yi said with a touch of resentment, "He stole it from me."
Only Li Mochan could be so indulgent to his wife, and only Ye Jiuliang disliked the heat.
Why couldn’t anyone see that he too was suffering from the heat?
Heartless bastard.
Watching Feng Yi’s resentful look, Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but chuckle.
Li Mochan moved his lips, his voice husky, "Ice water is too cold, drink less of it."
Ye Jiuliang pouted and muttered, "It’s hot."
She could tolerate cold, but not heat.
"I’ll fan you," he said.
Seeing him looking so earnest, Ye Jiuliang couldn’t resist a laugh, "Why don’t you just give the fan to me instead? There are a bunch of reporters watching over there."
She didn’t want to be surrounded by reporters later.
Avoiding her hand, Li Mochan leaned in closer, a smile flickering in his eyes, "Scared?"
Ye Jiuliang narrowed her clear eyes, her tone defiant, "What do you think?"
As if she’d be scared, please.
Li Mochan let out a soft chuckle.
In the back row, Su Yishan’s face turned pale; despite the sweltering weather, she felt as though she were in a frigid tundra.
She watched the two intimately interacting in front of her, feeling as if thorns were caught in her throat.
Had he really fallen for Ye Jiuliang, is that it?
Next to her, Xiao Mengxue witnessed Li Mochan’s tenderness toward Ye Jiuliang firsthand. Shocked, she grew even more curious about Ye Jiuliang.
She didn’t understand how Ye Jiuliang, who had only recently returned to Beijing, managed to capture so much of Li Mochan’s attention. What was it about her that was so special?
On the racetrack, the loudspeaker began to blare.
