The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 679: Master Jiu Vomited (Part 5)

"So you want me to use those dirty tricks again?"

What a joke.

The phone on the desk buzzed, and Wei Xi reached for it. It was Wei Bei calling.

As he swiped to answer, Wei Bei’s booming voice nearly blasted his eardrums. "Wei Xi, I heard you caught that guy called Qia Mian. What does he look like?"

Last time, Qia Mian had disguised himself as Wei Xi to sneak into Mo Garden, and Wei Bei had been obsessing over it ever since.

If it hadn’t been for the company needing him, he would have dashed over to beat the living daylights out of Qia Mian to vent his frustration.

"Almost forty, nothing to look at," Wei Xi replied bluntly, sparing no mercy in his assessment.

"Remember to beat him up for me, beat him to a pulp," Wei Bei said through gritted teeth.

Daring to impersonate him, Qia Mian would deserve it even if he got beaten to death.

"He’s barely holding onto half a life as it is. How am I supposed to beat him? Even if I wanted to, I’d have to wait until Master Jiu finishes interrogating him," Wei Xi said with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

Quiet footsteps echoed as he looked up to see two figures walking side by side.

"Can’t talk now. Master Jiu and his wife are here. Gotta hang up."

Pocketing his phone, Wei Xi stood up straight, his posture rigid.

"Master, Madam."

Ye Jiuliang frowned slightly as she heard the swearing coming from inside, "Who’s howling in there?"

"Qia Mian. He’s been howling in there since he woke up," Wei Xi informed her.

As Ye Jiuliang identified the target of the swearing, a look of coldness crossed her eyes. Close to death, and still daring to curse her family’s Li Mochan, was he asking for a beating?

She released her grip, rolled up her sleeves, and quickened her pace to walk in front.

Seeing her roll up her sleeves, Li Mochan’s lips curled up into a chuckle, his laughter low and throaty.

The prison cell was sealed off, the foul odor lingering without a way to dissipate.

Especially since Ye Jiuliang had a sensitive nose, after smelling it for a while, her stomach began to churn.

She was having a strong reaction.

Her face paled slightly, and she reached into her pocket for a candy. Unwrapping it, she popped it into her mouth.

The faint sweet and sour taste settled the discomfort, and Ye Jiuliang breathed a sigh of relief.

She just hoped she wouldn’t start having morning sickness; she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Seeing the person ahead suddenly stop, Li Mochan caught up worriedly, noticing her pallor. "Are you feeling unwell?" he asked urgently, gripping her hand.

"No, I’m fine," Ye Jiuliang shook her head, her tone light, "This place just stinks, got a whiff of it and felt sick."

"Really?" Li Mochan was half-suspicious, "Don’t keep silent if you’re feeling unwell."

"I’m fine. You still don’t trust my medical skills?" Ye Jiuliang took his hand and led him forward. "Let’s just get through with the interrogation and get out of here quickly."

The vast dungeon held just one prisoner, Qia Mian, and as Wei Xi put it, they had given him a spacious suite, quite the honor.

They had merely stopped the bleeding on Qia Mian’s wounds, not bothering to treat anything else, just barely keeping him alive.

After yelling himself tired, Qia Mian lay on the ground. His coat had been stripped off, leaving only a thin woolen shirt, the stench of blood on him intense.

Ye Jiuliang couldn’t stand the overpowering smell and silently stepped back.

She cast her gaze down at the person who lay dying on the ground, their pale face now exposed to Ye Jiuliang’s eyes without a mask to shield it.

A very ordinary face, one that would hardly be noticed in a crowd.

"Li Mochan, it seems you’ve regained your memory." Seeing the two of them arrive, Qia Mian braced herself against the ground, enduring the severe pain in her arm, and struggled to sit up.

For him, lying prone before Li Mochan and the others was an immense humiliation.

Leaning against the wall, his voice hoarse, he said, "But even if you have regained your memory, what of it? The side effects of that silver needle still linger. Let me go, and I’ll give you the antidote, how about that?"

Li Mochan gave him a cold glance, his chilling, indifferent gaze unsettling.

"Side effects?" Ye Jiuliang laughed dismissively. "Can’t you come up with a better excuse? Such a clumsy excuse, do you think we believe it, or you believe it yourself?"

Qia Mian looked toward Ye Jiuliang, clearly recognizing her, and gave a cruel smile, purposely provoking her, "Ye Jiuliang, you must have suffered greatly while Li Mochan lost his memory. Don’t you fear something might happen to him again?"

Ye Jiuliang’s eyes turned frosty, her fingertips flicking lightly.

A flash of cold light passed by in the blink of an eye.

"Ah—"

A miserable scream tore through the air, making Wei Xi’s scalp tingle involuntarily.

A veins on Qia Mian’s neck stood out as a silver needle pierced the gunshot wound on his arm, causing the barely staunched blood to flow once again.

It was indeed adding injury to injury.

Qia Mian trembled with pain and looked at Ye Jiuliang with a mix of panic and disbelief, "Who... who exactly are you?"

Even as one of the leaders of the K organization, it would not be easy to wield those silver needles, especially since the needles were poisoned, and the placement was exceedingly precise.

The only explanation was that she knew medicine.

"Master hasn’t even brought up the matter of that silver needle, yet you’ve mentioned it first. Are you trying to find an excuse to make Master end your life sooner?" Ye Jiuliang ignored his question, her voice cold and clear.

"Want to know what effect that silver needle in your arm has?"

"Who exactly are you?" Knowing the needle was poisoned, Qia Mian dared not rashly remove it and asked hysterically.

Ye Jiuliang disregarded his frenzy, speaking indifferently, "Right now, I ask and you answer. Don’t think about playing tricks in front of me, or else I can’t guarantee where the next silver needle will land on your body."

"You wish, I won’t tell you anything," scoffed Qia Mian with a mocking smile.

Ye Jiuliang was not annoyed, raising an eyebrow, "You don’t have to speak. After all, I came here only to verify my suspicions. If you don’t tell me, your subordinates can still provide me with some useful information."

She paused, then continued, "Besides, I’ve applied medicine to the silver needle in your arm. Once it contacts blood, the medicine will take effect, seeping into your bloodstream gradually. Your wounds will become unbearably itchy. In two hours, your internal organs will feel like they’re burning, and by then you’ll wish you could bash your head to death."

Qia Mian was not one to seek death lightly; otherwise, he would’ve done so already, instead of trying every possible way to negotiate an escape.

Qia Mian’s expression froze, a glint of dark light flickering deep within his eyes.

Ye Jiuliang did not urge him, quietly waiting for him to make a decision.

Qia Mian raised his head to glance at Ye Jiuliang, a hint of resolve flickering deep within his gaze.

Even if he told them everything, Ye Jiuliang was unlikely to let him go. Why should he let them know what they wanted to know?

Moreover, if he told the truth, Mr. Mo would definitely find out that he had leaked secrets, and in doing so, Mr. Mo would surely be enraged, bringing trouble upon his cousin as well.

No, that wouldn’t do. He couldn’t do that.

Consider it repayment for his cousin’s life-saving grace and the years of care he had received. To pay with his life was worth it.

Raising his head, Qia Mian curled his lips into a cruel smile, "Ye Jiuliang, do you think I’ll believe your nonsense? Don’t expect to extract a single word from me."