The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 673, Crescent-shaped Scar (First Update)

Half mild broth, half spicy, the contrast was stark.

Both picked up their chopsticks at the same time and reached for the tripe simultaneously.

Their understanding was eerily perfect.

Eyes met.

They looked at each other and smiled.

"Mr. Mo also likes tripe?" Ye Jiuliang broke the silence, dipping the tripe in hot sauce before putting it into her mouth.

Mo Yuan nodded, his sword-like eyebrows arching slightly, "Isn’t Miss Ye the same?"

Ye Jiuliang pursed her lips with a smile.

"Eric, don’t run around, slow down."

"Mommy, come chase me."

"Eric, come back here, don’t run off."

Ye Jiuliang turned to look, a little one zigzagging through the chaos—a mother in pursuit, occasionally casting apologetic glances at the other guests.

Such a wild child.

Ye Jiuliang shook her head, her gaze indifferently shifting away.

"Eric, be careful."

The woman’s exclamation rang out, tinged with urgency.

It turns out the running child had bumped into a waiter, the cause of the exclamation was the hot soup the waiter had been carrying, now overturned by the child’s collision.

Ye Jiuliang only felt a breeze whisk by, followed by a sharp intake of breath from those around her.

"Mr. Mo, are you alright?" The waiter steadied himself and seeing the hot soup spilled on Mo Yuan’s arm, his face turned ashen with fright.

Mo Yuan’s voice was slightly hoarse, "It’s nothing."

The child in his arms began to sob wildly, frightened.

"Eric." The little boy’s mother rushed over and took her child from Mo Yuan, her face still in shock.

"You scared Mommy to death, it’s alright now."

Looking up at Mo Yuan, she said with gratitude, "Thank you for saving my child. Your hand... Should we go to the hospital to get it bandaged? I will cover the medical costs, I’m really sorry about this."

"It’s fine," Mo Yuan said, holding his burned arm, his voice stern, "Just don’t let the child run around unsupervised in the future."

The woman hurriedly apologized, and after confirming that Mo Yuan didn’t need to go to the hospital, she finally left with her son.

Ye Jiuliang glanced at Mo Yuan’s burned arm, her eyebrows pinching together, "You sure you’re alright?"

"It’s nothing," he replied indifferently.

"You go ahead and eat, I’ll go wash my hands."

With that, he turned and headed to the washroom.

Watching his retreating figure, Ye Jiuliang’s lips curled into a faint smile.

Instinctual actions can’t fool anyone.

This Mo Yuan was quite compassionate.

In this regard, Mo Chen was quite like him.

After a while, Mo Yuan returned from washing his hands, only to find Ye Jiuliang missing.

He looked puzzled, where had she gone?

Just as he was about to ask a waiter, Ye Jiuliang returned, holding a bag from a pharmacy.

She arched an eyebrow, "If you’re not going to the hospital, you should at least apply some medicine, right?"

She hadn’t missed the disdain that flashed in Mo Yuan’s eyes when the hospital was mentioned.

Mo Yuan gave a faint smile and sat back down.

The white shirt was stained with hot soup; he had rinsed it quickly, but grease marks remained on the sleeve, causing Mo Yuan to frown slightly.

He rolled up his sleeves a few times.

Luckily, he had dodged quickly, and the burn wasn’t too severe, just a spot on his wrist -- the honey-colored skin was bright red and still somewhat shocking to look at.

Ye Jiuliang took out Burn Ointment and a cotton swab, glanced indifferently at his reddened wrist, and stretched out her hand to pinch his wrist, turning it over to examine the injury.

The next moment, her eyes widened slightly, staring fixedly at the scar on the upper part of his arm; the color of the scar had faded over time.

The location of this scar...

Her eyes trembled lightly, and her fingertips involuntarily curled up.

It was the same as her father’s.

"Daddy, who bullied you?"

The man chuckled lowly and scooped the little girl at his feet into his arms, "Why would Ajiu say that?"

"Daddy’s hand is hurt," she said in a milk-soft voice, touching the scabbed wound on the man’s arm.

"If anyone bullies Daddy, Ajiu will beat them up."

"Hahaha." The man laughed heartily, his laughter clear and resonant.

He reached out to touch her little head, his eyes gentle, "All the bad guys have been dealt with by Daddy, and just seeing our Ajiu makes all of Daddy’s injuries heal."

"Then Ajiu will always be with Daddy so that Daddy can see Ajiu every day and won’t get hurt."

"Good, Ajiu will always stay with Daddy."

"Daddy, your wound looks like a crescent moon."

"Mm, if Ajiu hadn’t mentioned it, Daddy really wouldn’t have noticed. It seems my Ajiu is the smartest."

"Mommy said Ajiu is like Daddy, smart."

"Hahaha."

The hearty laughter seemed to linger in her ears as if it was just a thing of yesterday.

"Miss Ye?"

Mo Yuan’s voice came from across, and Ye Jiuliang came back to her senses, facing his concerned look, she reined in the emotion in her eyes.

She took out a cotton swab, dipped it in Burn Ointment, and applied it slowly to his wrist. Unperturbed, she asked, "Mr. Mo, was the old wound on your arm inflicted by an enemy?"

Mo Yuan was stunned for a moment but then realized she was referring to the wound above his wrist and smiled nonchalantly, "Perhaps, I don’t remember."

Ye Jiuliang looked at him with questioning eyes, "Perhaps?"

"To tell you the truth, I was injured in the past and lost part of my memory, so I also don’t remember these injuries." As he spoke, Mo Yuan’s brows reflected a trace of desolation.

When he awoke, his memory was a blank slate.

Years had passed, and he still had no idea what he used to be like. It was as if his soul was missing a piece, oblivious to what he really wanted; that confusion and helplessness constantly tormented him.

However, Ye Jiuliang was the first person to whom he had revealed this matter, because in her presence, he simply couldn’t lie to her.

Perhaps it was because he saw his own reflection in her; when he saw her happy, he inexplicably felt joy as well.

This feeling, he had never experienced with Mo Su or Mo Chen.

Hurt?

Lost part of his memory?

Ye Jiuliang’s expression became pensive, gripping the cotton swab tighter until her knuckles turned white.

An incredible guess began to take root in the depths of her heart.

She steadied her mind, her expression calm, "What kind of injury was it that could cause Mr. Mo to lose his memory?"

"I’m not very clear about the details, my family only said I was ambushed by enemies and fell off a cliff, then the family found me and saved me," replied Mo Yuan.

"Is that so? You’re quite lucky then," Ye Jiuliang said with a forced smile, "They say those who survive a great disaster are destined for good fortune afterward; it seems that’s true for you, Mr. Mo."

Mo Yuan’s laughter was buoyant, "I’ll take your auspicious words."

Without further questioning, Ye Jiuliang took out the bandages and dressed his wound properly.

"Miss Ye, are you knowledgeable in medicine?" Mo Yuan asked, watching her skilled movements.

"I only know a little bit," she replied.

"It seems Miss Ye is quite talented and versatile."

Ye Jiuliang curved her lips into a smile.

During the meal, the two chatted about topics related to motorcycles and seemed to share the sentiment of a belated meeting.