The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 50 - 0, Fifth Master: The Little Girl’s Clumsy Hands (Third Watch)
Li Mochan chuckled helplessly, took a clean small dish, placed the shelled sunflower seeds into it, and then handed it to her.
"For me?" Ye Jiuliang asked with a dazed and adorable expression as she looked at the small dish in her hands.
Li Mochan came up with a reason on the fly, "A thank-you gift."
"Huh?"
"The alcohol."
Ye Jiuliang suddenly realized and started eating the sunflower seeds with a sense of entitlement.
She ate while he shelled, and the scene inexplicably exuded a touch of warmth.
Their actions were completely unreserved.
Unknowingly, the living room fell into utter silence.
Hearing neither of the elder gentlemen speaking, Ye Jiuliang looked over in curiosity, only to find them both staring at her and Li Mochan.
Their expressions were somewhat strange.
It felt like stepping on a landmine.
"Jiuliang, how can you let Master Jiu peel sunflower seeds for you? According to seniority, he is an elder."
Shocked beyond belief, Ye Xin’s voice cracked as she kept emphasizing the issue of seniority.
He was only four years older than her, just like Aqian, what kind of elder is that?
Ye Jiuliang continued munching on the seeds, ignoring her.
"Are you still eating?" Li Mochan asked.
Ye Jiuliang smiled, her eyes curving up, and brazenly questioned, "Will you shell them for me?"
The meaning of her words was clear: she wanted to continue eating.
Li Mochan bent over, grabbed another handful of seeds, and went on shelling.
Ye Xin was utterly ignored, treated as if she were air.
She moved her lips, gazing at Li Mochan’s cold features, but the words on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down.
"Mochan, you..." Master Ye snapped back to reality and hurriedly tried to intervene.
Li Mochan’s eyes lifted slightly, his tone slow and unhurried as he spoke, "Uncle Ye, it’s no bother. The little girl is clumsy, just shelling some seeds."
Master Ye choked.
At his side, Master Li’s expression was unpredictable, feeling as if the son in front of him had been switched with someone else.
After so many years of raising him, this brat had never served him a single dish, but now he was shelling seeds for someone else.
The feeling was truly...
His eyes inquisitively fixed on Ye Jiuliang, was it because the girl was smart that Mohan indulged her so much?
But this reasoning seemed far too farfetched.
"Cough, it’s getting late. We should be heading back," Master Li stood up, intending to take his leave.
He had endured enough shocks for one day. He was old and couldn’t handle a second round.
Li Mochan pulled a tissue to wipe his hands and stood up, his tall stature instantly filling the surrounding space with a pressing atmosphere.
"I’ll see you out." Having eaten their seeds, Ye Jiuliang very cooperatively offered.
Li Mochan curved his lips slightly, appearing to have a bit of a conscience.
The two elders walked ahead while Li Mochan deliberately slowed his steps, waiting for the little wolf cub to catch up.
"You don’t have to come to the office these next few days."
His deep voice resonated near her ear, and Ye Jiuliang turned her head toward him, her eyes shining, "Not ever again?"
Li Mochan narrowed his eyes, "You seem quite eager?"
"How could that be? Master Li is so handsome, I can’t wait to look at you a few more times every day." Sensing danger acutely, Master Jiu flattered with smiling eyes.
Li Mochan huffed softly, "I have to go on a business trip to City A."
Ye Jiuliang asked, "For how many days?"
Hopefully it would be for a few weeks, that way she could gallivant around freely.
"How many days do you think is good?" Detecting the anticipation in her eyes, Li Mochan’s handsome face darkened, his voice abruptly turning icy cold.
She was that eager for him to leave, it seemed the seeds had been fed in vain.
"Of course, the more..." She looked up and caught sight of the man’s eyes dangerously narrowing and quickly changed her tune.
"The one going on the business trip is you, how would I know how many days?"
Li Mochan’s lips pressed into a thin line, his pace quickening.
