The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 140. The peach blossom luck is quite strong (third watch)
Damn.
Mercury must be in retrograde.
Ye Jiuliang rubbed his forehead as a man’s deep voice rose from behind him, "Little wolf cub, if you want to watch Master Jiu take a bath, just say so. No need to run away in such a hurry."
A low and deep chuckle spread, and Ye Jiuliang clenched his teeth, turning to look at him, his eyes full of defiance.
"I’ve seen plenty of men’s bodies, and sneaking a peek at you? Please, what a joke."
With those words, the laughter abruptly stopped.
Li Mochan frowned, and as he moved, his loosely tied bathrobe revealed his well-defined chest, visible yet hidden.
As he approached, Ye Jiuliang stepped back.
"Wait, go change into some clothes before you talk to me," she said.
Disheveled clothing could be quite bewitching.
Li Mochan crossed his arms, watching her with a half-smile, "Weren’t you quite brave just now? What’s the matter, little wolf cub, feeling shy now?"
"Nonsense," Ye Jiuliang snorted, "Will you change or not? If you don’t, I’m leaving."
"I could change, but you would need to get my clothes for me," Li Mochan said, his iron arm sweeping her into his embrace.
The pleasant scent of his shower gel invaded her nostrils, and Ye Jiuliang reached out to twist his arm, "Keep dreaming, let go."
The playful teasing was nothing to Li Mochan, who pinched her cheek and asked, "Why have you been drinking again?"
Ye Jiuliang focused on prying his hand away, their conversation out of sync, "Li Mochan, if you don’t let go now, I won’t come back later."
In the midst of their tussle, a knocking sound suddenly came from the door.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
Li Mochan shushed her, and Ye Jiuliang glared at him, whispering, "Let go quickly."
"Behave, if you don’t want to be discovered," Li Mochan chuckled lowly as his crimson lips brushed past her ear.
A jolt of electricity shot through her heart, and Ye Jiuliang’s face burned.
"Who is it?"
"Master Jiu, it’s me."
The butler’s voice came through the door.
"The Master sent me to bring you something."
Li Mochan’s brows furrowed and, just as he let go, Ye Jiuliang turned and hid behind the screen.
Soon after, the sound of the door opening could be heard.
"Master Jiu, the Master said to have a look, and if you’re not satisfied, he will find you another," the butler relayed verbatim, handing over an envelope and then promptly disappearing.
Ye Jiuliang pricked up her ears, her gaze playfully gleeful.
What could old Master Li be trying to find for Li Mochan?
Before she could think it through, a shadow fell over her.
"He’s gone. Doesn’t squatting make your legs sore?" he teased. Ye Jiuliang looked up and rolled her eyes at him.
She stood up, her eyes sliding over the envelope in his hand.
"What’s this?"
Li Mochan had little interest in what the old man sent him and casually tossed it onto the table, "I don’t know."
The throw was too forceful, revealing a corner of the contents inside the envelope.
Ye Jiuliang glanced at it and froze for a moment.
Tsk, quite a lot of beauties.
Recalling what the butler had just said, Ye Jiuliang had an epiphany, her stunning face breaking into an amused smile.
Master Li surely is thoughtful, finding so many potential brides for his son.
She glanced at the man who walked to the wardrobe, stretched out her hand to pick up the envelope, and pulled out the photos inside, looking at them one by one.
"Mohan, you’re quite lucky with the ladies," she said without looking up, thoroughly enjoying the beauties in the photos.
Li Mochan was halfway through changing his clothes when he suddenly heard her remarks, his handsome face clouding over with confusion.
Lucky with the ladies?
Turning around, he saw the girl leaning against the sofa, holding a stack of photos, and he frowned, walking over with a puzzled look.
"What are you looking at?"
After looking at the last photo, Ye Jiuliang was about to tease him when she lifted her head, but unexpectedly, the man stood before her shirtless.
A tall figure, wearing only a pair of pajama pants.
Ye Jiuliang had a full head of black lines and quietly shifted her gaze, reminding him, "Your clothes."
Li Mochan hooked his lips, asked mischievously on purpose, "What’s wrong with my clothes?"
"Nothing." Facing his teasing smile, Master Jiu stood her ground firmly.
If he was shameless enough to be topless, she had nothing to be embarrassed about.
Remembering the photos in her hand, Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow, "So this is the type Mohan likes, huh?"
His brow furrowed, Li Mochan did not immediately catch on to her abrupt comment, but when he looked down and saw the photo she handed him, his handsome face darkened in an instant.
Still not giving up.
"I think this one is quite nice, so beautiful. The eyes are eyes, the nose is a nose, fair-skinned and pretty, a perfect match for you." Ye Jiuliang pulled out a photo and continued to comment while trying to set them up.
Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought she wanted to play matchmaker.
"This one is also good, with features that are dignified and elegant, obviously the capable wife and loving mother type."
Li Mochan’s eyes grew cold as he snatched the stack of photos from her hand and threw them all into the trash.
Ye Jiuliang clicked her tongue, "What a waste of treasure."
The cool hand suddenly grabbed her arm, his tone serious, "These have nothing to do with me."
"These young ladies are quite pretty, and it’s understandable if you like them," Ye Jiuliang replied with a smile.
"Don’t waste the old master’s efforts, eh? Why not pick a couple to meet tomorrow?"
"Ye Jiuliang." Li Mochan called her name in annoyance, his tone fierce.
Ye Jiuliang blinked, her smile innocent, "Am I wrong, or do you have your eye on those young ladies, huh?"
Watching the girl’s rosy lips move, saying words that annoyed him, frost began to form in Li Mochan’s eyes.
He grabbed her hands, and Ye Jiuliang inwardly cursed. In the blink of an eye, the man encircled her from behind, and her slender back bumped into his chest.
"Little rascal, always bullying me." Li Mochan lowered his head, his jaw resting on her shoulder, his low and mellow voice carrying a trace of grievance.
"You clearly know what type I like."
"Isn’t Master Jiu’s type exactly like those young ladies in the photos?" Jiuliang teased with glee.
Li Mochan’s dark eyes deepened, "Jealous?"
"I like spicy," Ye Jiuliang retorted.
At her words, the grimness in Li Mochan’s eyes faded, "Then why do I smell a sour scent, huh?"
Ye Jiuliang, "That proves there’s something wrong with your nose."
"Really not jealous, huh?"
"What is there to be jealous about between friends?" Ye Jiuliang said, then felt a chill on her back.
Remembering the man behind her was still shirtless, she elbowed him, "That’s enough, stop taking advantage of me."
