The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 664, Today is not April Fool’s Day (first update)
"Stop right there."
The commanding tone carried with it a touch of coercion.
Mo Chen’s steps paused, and he turned back to look at Mo Yu, "Is there something else?"
"Did you say anything to Ye Jiuliang you shouldn’t have?" Mo Yu stood up, her gaze fixed on him with intensity.
Her sharp eyes were as if she was interrogating a criminal.
Mo Chen couldn’t stand her constant suspicion, his expression slightly dimmed, "I wouldn’t casually talk about that matter, you can rest assured. Also, I really hope you won’t always target Sister Ajiu, she hasn’t done anything bad to our family."
Moreover, he could see that his father took a liking to Sister Ajiu.
Seeing Sister Ajiu, his father would smile very warmly.
Such a smile, neither he nor Mo Su had ever seen before.
Perhaps this was the beauty of blood relations.
Mo Yu glanced upstairs, afraid that Mo Yuan might hear her. She deliberately kept her voice down, "Mo Chen, I was just asking. Do you need to talk to me in that tone?"
Mo Chen stayed silent, continuing up the stairs without pause.
Mo Yu kicked the sofa in frustration, her expression ferocious.
Ye Jiuliang!
...
Dusk fell, and the wildflowers by the roadside wilted.
Ye Jiuliang leaned against the car window, absentmindedly watching the scenery retreat outside the window.
Suddenly, a slightly cold large hand covered the back of her hand.
Ye Jiuliang came back to her senses and turned to look at the man driving, "What’s up?"
"That’s what I should be asking you," Li Mochan said with a wry smile.
"Hmm?"
"You’ve been distracted the whole trip, is it because of the medicine Mo Yuan gave you?"
Ye Jiuliang paused for a moment and then smiled faintly, "I can’t hide anything from you, can I."
The cold wind blew into the car, messing up her long hair.
The atmosphere became silent for a while.
Suddenly, her cool voice rose again, "The medicine from Mo Yuan contains Bancou Grass, which is a very rare medicinal herb with high medicinal value. However, its side effects are significant—if taken for a long time, it can damage memory."
She wasn’t sure if Mo Yuan knew about the side effects of the medicine, nor did she know who had been giving it to him.
Besides, the situation in the Mo Family was muddled, and she couldn’t discern what was happening inside.
"Mo Chen said that Mo Yuan had been seriously injured before and that he had a sequela from that time, so he had to take medicine to control his condition."
Li Mochan raised an eyebrow and spoke in a calm tone, "For Tengyue Group to have come this far, the dangers involved aren’t surprising. Being in a high position, it isn’t easy to have everything go smoothly."
Both he and she were clear about this point.
For they too had experienced days under the glare of swords and shadows of daggers.
"That’s true, but for some reason, I always feel that there’s more to the medicine Mo Yuan takes," Ye Jiuliang said. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Even though Mo Yuan had been severely injured, she could tell that his injuries had healed well, and there were no sequela like Mo Chen had mentioned.
On the contrary, when they were in the study, Mo Yuan’s symptoms of headaches seemed more like sequela from long-term use of Bancou Grass.
Li Mochan asked pointedly, "Do you suspect someone is harming Mo Yuan?"
With no outsiders present, Ye Jiuliang didn’t need to hold back. She nodded, "From the few times I’ve seen Mo Yuan, I feel there’s something odd between him and Mo Yu, as if they are strangers. Mo Yuan seems somewhat averse to Mo Yu."
It felt as though Mo Yu was trying desperately to please Mo Yuan, but each time she did, Mo Yuan pushed her further away.
"Mo Yuan is the adopted son of Old Master Mo, do you think it’s possible that Mo Yu likes Mo Yuan, but Mo Yuan doesn’t like her? Yet, due to Old Master Mo’s wishes, he has to marry her?"
Li Mochan ran his fingers along the steering wheel, his deep voice emitting from his throat, certain in tone, "No, Mo Yuan has a strong will; he won’t submit to that kind of thing."
"Then it’s hard to explain," Ye Jiuliang clicked her tongue, feeling a headache coming on.
Li Mochan’s train of thought shifted suddenly, jumping ahead a bit, "Wolfie, do you seem to have a good impression of Mo Yuan?"
Even with Mo Chen, it took some time before she gradually let down her guard.
Ye Jiuliang froze, "Do I?"
Did she really have a good impression of Mo Yuan?
"You do," he said.
"Then maybe it’s because..."
She started to speak and then suddenly stopped.
"Because of what?" Li Mochan asked, genuinely curious.
"His eyes resemble my father’s a lot," Wen Ruan said, her voice warm with a hint of nostalgia.
To say they resembled each other was an understatement; they were practically identical.
Even the way he smiled, the charm within his eyes and eyebrows, was remarkably similar.
Li Mochan’s eyes widened slightly, and he reached out to rub her head, "We’ll find it, we’ll take our time searching."
Ye Jiuliang murmured an agreement, her voice muffled; even if hope was slim, she still didn’t want to give up.
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The cold moon climbed up the treetops, its pale light stealthily slipping into the room.
The sound of the hairdryer whirred in the background.
"Jiang Yisheng, are you even listening to me? Turn that damn hairdryer off," Feng Yi’s exasperated voice came through the video call.
"What’s there to dry with your short hair? A couple of gusts should do the job," he said.
Jiang Yisheng turned off the hairdryer, picked up his phone, and sat back down on the sofa, his smile gentle, "What were you saying just now?"
"Jiang Yisheng," Feng Yi was fuming on the other end of the video call.
If he were there in person, he’d definitely smack him with a slipper.
"Don’t act like you’re deaf."
Jiang Yisheng shrugged his shoulders, smiling innocently, "I really didn’t catch what you were saying."
"You’re going to drive me to my grave," Feng Yi said, clearly annoyed.
"Why did you turn down the Feng Group endorsement?"
He had always been the one to handle that endorsement. When the staff said he had renounced it, Feng Yi didn’t believe it at first and even went out of his way to check with Wen Rang.
"I just disbanded my fan club, so it’s good not to take endorsements, right? It avoids dragging down the sales of your company’s products," Jiang Yisheng said, smiling indifferently.
"Stop trying to pull the wool over my eyes, don’t fob me off with excuses like that," Feng Yi knew him too well—since childhood, he could tell if he was being sincere or not.
"Spill it, what’s the real reason?"
Jiang Yisheng’s gaze firmed, and suddenly he fell silent.
Why?
That person turned down the endorsement; he must have been really angry, right?
After a moment, he moved his lips, his voice hoarse, "Yi, I want to take a break from the spotlight for a while. Let’s put the concerts on hold too."
"Hold on, are you and Ji Mingqian conspiring to play a trick on me? Today is not April Fool’s Day. He turned down the endorsement, and you’re doing the same," Feng Yi laughed out of sheer frustration, utterly baffled.
"The two of you arranged this together, didn’t you?"
Jiang Yisheng’s eyes lowered slightly, hiding his emotions, pretending to be unaware of the matter, "He also turned down the endorsement? I’m not really sure."
Feng Yi looked at him suspiciously, "You really don’t know?"
Jiang Yisheng nodded, "I don’t."
His candid expression dispelled Feng Yi’s last shred of doubt, and he asked resignedly, "So tell me, what made you suddenly decide to do this, to cancel the concerts? Have you thought through the consequences?"
