The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 29 - 0、Is he a movie emperor (Best Actor)?

For a moment, the corridor returned to quiet.

Only the intermittent sounds of coughing could be heard.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ji Mingqian turned his head to look at the person behind him, his eyes slightly lifting at the corners, "Are you okay?"

Jiang Yisheng shook his head, his coughing so severe that his face turned pale.

"Cough cough... I’m fine."

The eyes concealed behind Ji Mingqian’s sunglasses narrowed slightly, finding it amusing that Jiang Yisheng could still claim to be fine despite coughing like that.

But it wasn’t his concern.

The lobby manager, having instructed the security to drag away the man sprawled on the floor, then came over.

He first looked at Jiang Yisheng, "Young Master Jiang, are you okay?"

Jiang Yisheng managed to stop coughing and was about to speak when a voice from Feng Yi came from behind him.

"Asheng, are you alright?"

He turned around to see that both Li Mochan and Feng Yi had arrived.

"Cousin, Yi."

"Did that bastard from the Yao Family hurt you?" After hearing a bit about the situation, Feng Yi’s face grew dark, his eyebrows failing to hide his anger.

It seemed some people really didn’t bring their brains with them when they left home and were asking for trouble.

Jiang Yisheng said, "No, he’s the one who got beaten up."

"That’s good then." After carefully inspecting him and ensuring he was alright, Feng Yi finally relaxed.

To the side, Ji Mingqian was silently assessing Li Mochan, and the admiration in his eyes was blocked by the sunglasses.

As a man himself, he had to admit he was outmatched in terms of looks.

Suddenly, those eyes, deep as a cold abyss, gazed over, and Ji Mingqian tugged at his lips, smoothly shifting his gaze away.

One look was enough to know you don’t mess with the man in charge of Dark Hall.

It was all the fault of Ajiu, that little ancestor, for making him feel oddly guilty every time he saw Li Mochan now.

"He helped you?" Feng Yi’s inquisitive gaze fell upon Ji Mingqian, noticing his "fully armed" appearance, a twitch forming at the corner of his mouth.

Sunglasses, face mask, not a piece missing.

Was he here to dine or to hide from enemies?

Suppressing a smile, Jiang Yisheng nodded.

Li Mochan’s intense gaze had a powerful penetration, and Ji Mingqian thought it best to make a quick exit. He said, "Since there’s no problem, I’ll head back to eat."

"Wait, what’s your name?" Jiang Yisheng asked as he saw him leave.

Ji Mingqian waved his hand, "No need for names with a chance encounter."

Suddenly, the door of the private room diagonally opposite opened.

A long and straight leg stepped out.

Black trousers, white shirt, the badge of Beisen Academy adorned on the lapel was unmistakable—it was the uniform of a Beisen Academy student.

Seeing that Ji Mingqian hadn’t returned, Ye Jiuliang had to come out and look for him.

She had barely taken a step when she sensed an unusual atmosphere.

Her eyelids lifted slightly, her gaze sweeping over Ji Mingqian and the others, finally resting on that lean figure.

The air grew tense, and one could hear a pin drop.

Li Mochan looked at the girl standing across from him, his gaze suddenly deepening, the aura emanating from him turning colder.

In the end, it was Feng Yi who broke the silence.

"Miss Ye, what a coincidence to see you again," he said.

Ye Jiuliang smiled awkwardly yet politely, "..."

Coincidence my ass.

Why does she encounter Li Mochan wherever she goes?

"Miss Ye, is this your friend?" Feng Yi had not missed Ji Mingqian’s recent attempt to open the door of this private room.

As he spoke, Ji Mingqian felt the weight of an "unfriendly" gaze lingering on him for a few seconds.

All present were wise enough to know that to pretend otherwise was to seek awkwardness.

Ye Jiuliang nodded forthrightly.

As the atmosphere seemed a bit awkward, Feng Yi spoke with a smile, "Your friend here just helped Mohan’s cousin, and we were thinking of thanking him, when you conveniently showed up."

"Really?" Ye Jiuliang looked toward Ji Mingqian and said darkly, "When did you become so altruistic?"

Ji Mingqian was a smooth talker, "That’s how it has always been."

"He hates it most when people thank him. It’s just a small effort, so I won’t bother you anymore during your meal," Ye Jiuliang said as she grabbed Ji Mingqian and pushed him inside before making a move to close the door.

"See you later."

"Bang—"

The door shut with a thunderous sound that Feng Yi and Jiang Yisheng didn’t expect.

Li Mochan’s expression turned frosty as he looked at the closed door, with a hint of coldness creeping into the corners of his eyes.

"Cousin, what’s wrong with you?" Jiang Yisheng, who was closest to him, felt the chill emanating from him and asked in confusion.

Feng Yi suppressed a laugh and whispered in his ear, "Asheng, this is the interesting thing I was about to tell you about."

With that, he pointed at the door to Ye Jiuliang’s private room.

After a few seconds of being stunned and clarifying the meaning behind Feng Yi’s words, Jiang Yisheng looked at Li Mochan with astonishment and blinked.

An eternal iceberg about to melt?

Is that what it means?

He quickly looked back at Feng Yi, and the two exchanged a knowing look. Then Feng Yi stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Knock knock knock—"

After three knocks, he withdrew his hand.

Shortly after, the door opened.

It was still Ye Jiuliang.

"Is there something else?" She poked her head out, her gaze inadvertently drifting towards Li Mochan.

Feng Yi said, "It’s such a coincidence to run into you here tonight, and Miss Ye’s friend helped Asheng, so we certainly owe you our thanks. How about we all have dinner together?"

In the end, he added, "Mochan will pay for it.

"Uh..." Ye Jiuliang racked her brain for an excuse to refuse, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by a bout of coughing.

"Cough cough cough—"

She looked up to see a man’s well-defined hand covering his lips, coughing until his face turned pale.

"Asheng, are you feeling unwell again?" Feng Yi asked softly, looking at the person beside him who couldn’t stop coughing.

Jiang Yisheng waved his hand, "It’s nothing."

The usually silent Li Mochan suddenly spoke, "Do you have your medicine with you?"

Jiang Yisheng thought of those bitter pills, his eyes flickered, "I forgot, didn’t bring them."

After saying that, he turned to Ye Jiuliang and gave a shallow smile, "Miss Ye, your friend just helped me, so please let us take you out for a meal as a token of our gratitude."

His own cousin was seldom in such a state, and he naturally had to play the role of wingman now. This way, grandma wouldn’t be rushed to find them a granddaughter-in-law.

Feng Yi echoed, "Yeah, that’s right."

With the conversation having reached this point, Ye Jiuliang’s impending refusal got stuck in her throat, and she pulled the door handle open.

"Come on in."

Inside, Ji Mingqian choked on his drink when he heard Ye Jiuliang’s words.

"??"

What’s going on?

How could Ajiu dare to invite Li Mochan inside?

He grabbed his sunglasses and put them back on, his gaze questioning as he looked at Ye Jiuliang, only to receive a glare from her.

Ji Mingqian touched his nose, unaware that a simple act of helping someone could be connected to Li Mochan.

"Thanks for what you did just now."

A gentle voice filled the room. Ji Mingqian looked up to meet those clear, dust-free green eyes and tugged at the corner of his mouth, "It’s a trivial matter."

Off to the side, Feng Yi looked at the man wearing sunglasses with suspicion and uncertainly called out, "Ji Mingqian?"

Even with sunglasses on, that half of his face visible under the light was still quite recognizable; he shouldn’t have mistaken him.

At the mention of his name, Jiang Yisheng’s face relaxed a bit.

Although he focused on the music scene, he was somewhat aware of other entertainment industry news.

Ji Mingqian, who had debuted four years ago, was a box office guarantee, and with his solid acting skills, he sat firmly at the top of the entertainment industry as the leading actor.

He had seen one of his films before, and the person in front of him did resemble the actor a bit. But with the sunglasses on, it was hard to be sure.

Having been recognized, Ji Mingqian didn’t hurry to deny it and lifted his hand to remove his sunglasses, revealing his handsome face.

He shook the sunglasses in his hand, a mischievous smirk crossing his lips, "You really can’t escape the discerning eyes of President Feng."