The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 37 - 0, Respect to our King
"Here," Li Mochan shoved a champagne glass into his hand and turned to walk towards the terrace without saying a word.
Jiang Yisheng looked down at the glass in his hand and couldn’t help but chuckle.
"Why did Ahan leave?" After exchanging pleasantries with a corporation president, Feng Yi turned his head only to see Li Mochan’s retreating figure.
Jiang Yisheng whispered in his ear, and Feng Yi burst into laughter.
He had really hit the nail on the head.
Somebody seemed quite pissed off.
On the terrace, the light was dim.
The man’s tall figure was half-immersed in the shadowy light, and a gust of evening wind lifted the hair on his forehead.
Those deep and frosty eyes, unlike their usual calm tracelessness, vaguely showed a hint of annoyance, a touch of forlornness.
You heartless little bastard.
Did you know it was my birthday banquet today and still refuse to come?
...
Mountain ring road
The cold wind was biting, stinging the cheeks.
In the weak moonlight, one could vaguely make out the dazzling motorcycles gliding along the steep winding road.
"Roar roar roar--"
The thunderous roar echoed through the area, resonating long after.
Finish line, the crowd surged.
There were also groups of women in hot uniforms holding flags and champagne, looking forward eagerly, awaiting the victor’s arrival.
"Go, go, go..."
As the roaring sound grew nearer, people yelled themselves hoarse.
It was getting close...
A silver-purple motorcycle burst into everyone’s field of vision at a heart-thrilling speed, so fast it took one’s breath away.
Even breathing halted for a moment.
"Roar roar roar--"
In a flash, the silver-purple shadow crossed the red ribbon.
The ribbon representing victory...
Following closely was a black and red motorcycle, just one second behind.
"King, king, king..."
The silence couldn’t last a few seconds before the crowd erupted, swarming towards the figure on the silver-purple motorcycle from all directions.
The sound of whistles and cheers rose and fell in waves.
The motorcycle racers arriving later and seeing this scene took off their helmets, their faces displaying genuine smiles of satisfaction.
They acknowledged the strength of the King—it was convincing.
They dismounted their motorcycles and gathered around the young woman, joining in the cheers of the crowd.
"King, king, king..."
In their circle, strength was everything; they worshipped and admired the strong.
Ye Jiuliang removed her helmet, and under the moonlight, her silver mask glinted mysteriously as she looked over at the black and red motorcycle.
Her eyes were provocative, defiant, and arrogant.
"Well, are you convinced?"
Ji Mingqian had the same style of mask on his face, just a different color—fiery red.
"Convinced, convinced, King, your humble servant bows to the wind," he said, snatching a champagne bottle from someone nearby and throwing it towards her.
"Catch."
Amidst the crowd’s cheer, Ye Jiuliang raised her hand and easily caught the bottle.
She gave it a vigorous shake, and the cork popped off.
"Pop--"
In an instant, the aroma of champagne filled the air.
Everyone around got a faceful but couldn’t hide the joy on their faces.
At that moment, several women came over carrying trays filled with champagne glasses.
Everyone grabbed a glass and formed a circle.
"To our King!"
"Cheers!"
The loud and excited voice echoed through the heavens.
Jiuliang rarely had such a blast, and she didn’t refuse any of the toasts offered by others, drinking one glass after another.
"Hey, hey, take it easy, I won’t be responsible for carrying you back if you get drunk." Ji Mingqian watched as the person beside him emptied another glass, his voice laced with a hint of laughter.
Ye Jiuliang gave him a sidelong glance and coolly retorted, "I never get drunk after a thousand cups, I won’t need you to carry me back."
Knowing her tolerance for alcohol, Ji Mingqian didn’t stop her.
Suddenly, the phone in her pocket buzzed with vibration.
She took out her phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number.
Without much thought, she walked to the side and pressed answer.
"Who is this?"
Her cold voice dissipated in the chill wind.
After a few seconds of silence on the other end, a man’s magnetic voice followed, "It’s me."
"Li Mochan?" Ye Jiuliang was taken aback.
How did he have her mobile number?
Hearing the noisy background through the phone, Li Mochan’s brows furrowed slightly, "Where are you?"
"Outside," she said vaguely, leaning against a motorcycle.
His husky voice asked, "Why didn’t you come?"
His warm and enticing tone made her ears tingle.
As the glass approached her lips, Ye Jiuliang suddenly remembered that tonight was Li Mochan’s birthday banquet.
Smiling, she offered congratulations, "Happy Birthday, Mr. Li."
The person on the other end of the phone heard the "Happy Birthday" but the shadows beneath his brows didn’t soften.
If anything, they seemed to tighten even more.
"Ye Jiuliang," he called out her name.
The girl casually responded, "Hm?"
"Are you not coming?" His voice was very light, overpowering the surrounding noise of cheers, carrying on the cold wind, and infiltrating her every sense.
Ye Jiuliang’s eyes flickered, and she was about to speak when a "beep beep" busy tone suddenly came from the phone.
The call had been disconnected.
Ye Jiuliang frowned, why did Li Mochan seem a bit strange tonight?
"Who called?" Ji Mingqian walked over and asked.
Ye Jiuliang shook her head, "Nobody."
Ji Mingqian, "Are you drinking or not?"
"Drink..."
Just as she was about to agree, the man’s cold, magnetic voice inexplicably echoed in her mind, "Are you not coming?"
"Ajiu, what are you daydreaming about?" Ji Mingqian nudged her with his elbow, bringing Ye Jiuliang back to the present.
"Aqian, you guys keep drinking. I just remembered I have something to do, I’ll head out first," she said, shoving her glass into his hand.
"What’s so urgent?"
Ji Mingqian was left confused, and in the blink of an eye, the girl was already on her motorcycle.
"I’m off."
Dropping those two words, the silver-purple motorcycle shot out like a wild horse breaking free, becoming a fleeting shadow.
"Where’s this kid rushing off to in such a hurry?" Ji Mingqian muttered to himself as he watched the motorcycle disappear into the distance.
His mood soured even more after hanging up on Ye Jiuliang.
Why hang up?
Because he didn’t want, and wasn’t willing to hear an answer from her that he wouldn’t like.
"Ahan, there’s a crowd over there waiting for you," Feng Yi walked up beside him, his lips curling into a mocking smile.
"If you want someone to come, just tell them. Does it feel good to be stubborn like a dead duck?"
His lips pressed tightly together into a cold, hard line, Li Mochan replied curtly, "Shut up."
Sensing the low pressure surrounding him, Feng Yi raised both hands in a surrender gesture, "Alright, I’ll shut up."
Suddenly, the phone in his palm vibrated insistently.
Feng Yi peered over in curiosity, but before he could see the name on the screen, the call was already answered.
Li Mochan held the phone to his ear, and the girl’s clear, cold voice, tinged with laughter, came through like a melody, "Mr. Li, I wonder if there’s still a piece of cake left for me?"
His eyes brightened, more brilliant than stars, as he softly "hmmed" in response, "The first slice is for you."
