The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 653, his acting is so awkward (second update)
"Otherwise, Master won’t let this go."
Before his words had even faded, his foot was suddenly grabbed by the man’s cool hand, "You little brat, spouting such tough talk."
Applying a gentle force to his wrist, he easily dragged her over to his side.
At a crucial moment in the game, Ye Jiuliang couldn’t be bothered with him, her fingertips swiped, throwing out a King Bomb.
The other two players hadn’t even played a single card before the game ended, and several gaudy pink flowers popped up on the screen.
Ye Jiuliang threw down the tablet, bounced up, and pounced toward Li Mochan, "Li Mochan, you’re done for."
Her movements were rapid, like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.
Li Mochan couldn’t help but chuckle, opening his arms as Ye Jiuliang lunged into his embrace, hanging onto him.
Her lazy demeanor made her appear even more adorably clueless.
Li Mochan lowered his gaze to look at her, his eyes full of tenderness, "Hungry or not, want to grab some late-night snacks?"
After a thought, Ye Jiuliang licked her lips, "A little."
"What do you want to eat?" he asked.
"Burgers, fried chicken," Ye Jiuliang said.
"Those are too greasy," Li Mochan frowned with disapproval, those were too heavy for a late-night meal.
Ye Jiuliang hadn’t felt the craving until it was mentioned, but now she salivated, "I just want to eat that."
"How about I cook some noodles for you?" Li Mochan still wasn’t giving up.
Wrapping her arms around his neck and swaying, Ye Jiuliang coquettishly dragged out her words, "No, I want meat, I want burgers, I want drumsticks."
Li Mochan felt he was going to vomit if she kept shaking, so he held her hands down, "I’ll buy it for you, I’ll buy it for you."
A triumphant smile flashed through Ye Jiuliang’s eyes as she lowered her head to kiss his lips, "I knew you were the best."
"Knock, knock, knock—"
The sound of knocking came, and Ye Jiuliang sat back on the bed, leaving the task of opening the door to Li Mochan, naturally.
The door was pulled open, and Jiang Yisheng stood at the threshold with a bowl in his hands.
"Cousin, this is from my mom, for Jiuliang," he said.
Li Mochan took it, looking at the steaming stew in the bowl, a faint smile curled up at the corners of his lips.
It looked like his baby wolf’s burgers and fried chicken were just a pipe dream now, consigned to her dreams.
Closing the door, Li Mochan carried the bowl back.
"What did Asheng bring over?" Ye Jiuliang asked curiously at the sight of the bowl in his hands.
Li Mochan remained silent, stifling his laughter as he placed the bowl on the nightstand.
Seeing the familiar soup in the bowl, Ye Jiuliang fell back.
Her heart felt cool.
Her burgers and fried chicken, ah!
After a while, she bounced up again and grabbed his hand, her face wearing a pleasing smile, "Li Mochan, why don’t you drink it for me?"
The smile on Li Mochan’s lips stiffened.
"..."
All these soups had herbs for stabilizing the fetus added to them; she came up with quite the loss for him to help her eat.
"Help me drink it, hmm?" Ye Jiuliang shook his arm, starting to act spoiled again.
Pretending to be sleepy, Li Mochan pulled up the blanket and lay down in bed, mumbling to himself, "Strange, I feel so sleepy today."
Ye Jiuliang, "..."
His acting was so awkward.
She leant forward, lying on top of him and started pulling down his blanket, her voice bossy yet pleading, "Li Mochan, stop pretending to sleep, get up."
Li Mochan kept his eyes firmly shut, allowing her to make a scene, but persevered in his feigned sleep.
"Li Mochan?"
"Master Li?"
"Li Blockhead."
No response came from him, and Ye Jiuliang’s eyes shifted as a sly smile spread across her lips. She reached for his neck.
Her fingertips lightly grazed his sexy Adam’s apple, and after a gentle stroke, Li Mochan’s closed eyes suddenly popped open.
"You little brat."
His crisp voice tinged with a husky note, Li Mochan grabbed her hand and flipped over, pinning her down.
"Weren’t you asleep?" Ye Jiuliang looked at him with a gleam of amusement in his eyes, feigning ignorance.
"How come you’re awake again?"
Li Mochan’s cold eyes deepened, "This time, you brought it on yourself."
Before his words were finished, he pulled the quilt over them, blocking out the bright light.
"Hey hey..."
Ye Jiuliang’s voice pleaded from beneath the quilt, "Stop it, stop it, you’re going to break my back."
"Think about prenatal education."
"Hmm, Li Mochan, can’t you show a little shame? You..."
Li Mochan was silent, directly showing her through actions that teasing had its consequences.
...
Late at night, dark clouds surged.
Coming out of the bar, Ji Mingqian was enveloped in a faint scent of alcohol.
He looked up at the gloomy sky and, despite himself, that tender smiling face floated into his mind.
Realizing he was thinking of that person again, Ji Mingqian cursed under his breath, "Damn."
Kicking a pebble on the ground, he walked toward the sports car parked by the roadside.
Once inside the car, he closed the door with a violent slam.
"Bang—"
The sound of the door slamming pulled back his thoughts, Ji Mingqian composed his emotions, and took out a cigarette, placing it between his lips.
Striking the lighter, a burst of flame illuminated the dim interior of the car.
With a cigarette in his mouth and smoke curling around him, the emotions at the bottom of Ji Mingqian’s eyes became all the more hazy, as if he could hear that person’s cool voice echoing in his ears.
"There should be boundaries between friends."
Ji Mingqian sneered coldly and heavily slapped the steering wheel.
To hell with boundaries.
Jiang Yisheng, you must be toying with me on purpose.
I’m not playing along anymore.
The engine of the car roared to life, and Ji Mingqian drove off.
On the road, a phone call came in.
Ji Mingqian glanced at the cell phone screen; it was Chen Xin calling.
"Big boss, have you finished your vacation?" As soon as the call connected, Chen Xin asked cheerfully.
Ji Mingqian’s lips were tightly pressed, "Get to the point."
"So, you accepted the endorsement for Feng Group, right?" Chen Xin took a moment to phrase her words carefully.
"The spring collection is out, and they called to invite you over for the shoot."
Ji Mingqian almost forgot that he had signed an endorsement deal with Feng Group. Remembering that the last time was with Jiang Yisheng, his brows knitted slightly.
"Am I shooting it alone, or is there someone else?"
On the other end of the phone, Chen Xin was briefly puzzled, "Big boss, have you forgotten that besides you, there’s also the Jiang god? Both of you are the spokespersons."
Hearing it was another collaboration with Jiang Yisheng, Ji Mingqian unhesitatingly said, "Decline it for me. I’m a bit busy recently and don’t have the time."
Chen Xin let out an "ah" sound, her face showing regret, "Big boss, are you really sure about turning down this endorsement?"
Her woman’s sixth sense told her that her big boss wasn’t in a good mood.
"Just decline it," said Ji Mingqian indifferently.
At worst, he’d have to explain a thing or two to Feng Yi and find an excuse to brush it off.
Chen Xin sighed, "Alright, I got it."
Her big boss was definitely the most difficult artist to manage in the world.
...
The night was cool, and the lights were just beginning to shine.
Luxury cars gathered at the entrance of Gu Yunxing, and everyone coming and going belonged to the ranks of the elite: their conversations laced with a knowing hypocrisy.
Speaking of the auction house, the Hervendes Family of F country, with its hundred-year-old heritage, was certainly the most distinguished. Gu Yunxing boasted a collection of the world’s rarest treasures, and every auction item had the potential to fetch a surprisingly high price.
It could be said that the Hervendes Family prospered remarkably thanks to Gu Yunxing, and anyone within the circle owed them a measure of respect.
