The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 68 - 0, Spooking Around at Midnight (Second Watch)
"No, she should be resting after her dinner," Li Mochan said in a detached tone.
Ye Jiuliang looked up at the clock on the wall; it was almost ten o’clock. The elderly indeed should be resting by now.
A strong force came from his hand, as Li Mochan pulled her towards the exit.
"Hey, Li Mochan, my snacks..." Before leaving, Master Jiu still remembered her "cute" little snacks.
"I’ll bring them to you tomorrow."
After returning from the restroom, the elder Mrs. Jiang saw the empty sofa and her anger surged instantly.
"Li Mochan, you brat!"
A roaring voice full of vigor echoed in the living room.
Mom Chrysanthemum heard the commotion from the kitchen, turned off the stove, and hurried out.
"Madam, what’s the matter?"
"Mom Chrysanthemum, stop cooking, everyone has run off," Madam Jiang said, rubbing her forehead, her blood pressure rising with her temper.
It was definitely Ahan, that brat, who had spirited away Xiaojiu. What a petty fellow. Was it just because she had chatted with Xiaojiu for a while that he had to sneak off?
Mom Chrysanthemum gave a resigned smile, stepped forward to support her and consoled her, "Madam, don’t be angry. It’s rare for Young Master Mohan to be so close to a girl. It’s convenient for the two of them to be alone to foster feelings. This way, you will soon have a granddaughter-in-law."
"You do have a point," Madam Jiang said, immediately smiling at the mention of "granddaughter-in-law."
...
As soon as she got home, Ye Jiuliang received a call from Ji Mingqian.
The orange light shone on the empty corridor, carrying a hint of chill.
Ye Jiuliang walked leisurely, her phone pressed to her ear, "Achen has already told me about it. We will handle this matter, and you should just focus on filming your drama."
"I’ve been filming for so long, and you never come to visit the set. Aren’t you ashamed?" After discussing the main topic, Ji Mingqian began to digress.
Ye Jiuliang laughed softly, teasing him, "The hot search for the ’Film Emperor Ji’ hasn’t been taken down yet. Planning to go on it again?"
Knowing she was referring to the hot search about him and Jiang Yisheng, Ji Mingqian clenched his teeth, "Don’t bring that up with me."
Ye Jiuliang turned a corner, entering another long corridor, "From your tone, could it be that Jiang Yisheng got drunk and took advantage of you?"
"That guy can’t hold his liquor, out in one drink. I kindly took him home, and he vomited all over me," Ji Mingqian nearly yelled the last line.
Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "Ji Mingqian, even you have such days, huh?"
"What’s so funny."
"It’s not like he did it on purpose. Do you really need to hold such a grudge?"
"Hey, Ye Jiuliang, whose side are you on?"
Ye Jiuliang curled her lips, "I’m on the middle ground."
Ji Mingqian rolled his eyes, how disloyal.
When she got back to her room, Ye Jiuliang habitually turned on the light first.
"Click."
The light did not come on.
Ye Jiuliang frowned, pressing the switch several times.
The room remained pitch black.
Perhaps the switch was broken?
Forget it, I’ll deal with it tomorrow.
Ye Jiuliang closed the door, tossed her phone on the bed, and then walked towards the wardrobe.
"Thud, thud, thud—"
Suddenly, there was a knocking sound on the window.
Ye Jiuliang’s eyes and brows chilled, and she closed the wardrobe to return.
Turning around, she lifted her gaze toward the floor-to-ceiling window; a cold wind passed, causing the curtain to flutter lightly, and a white figure flashed by outside the window.
A long white dress stained with a shocking red, and black hair scattered about.
Apiao?
Tsk, playing ghost tricks.
A cold gleam flickered across Ye Jiuliang’s eyes, unfazed as she walked over.
Pulling back the curtain, the white figure had already vanished without a trace.
A thick scent of blood seeped in from the window gap. Ye Jiuliang lowered her gaze towards the floor-to-ceiling window. Using the weak moonlight, the disarray outside the window came into full view.
A cluster of animal carcasses, drenched in blood.
Cats, chickens, dogs, every one of them had their throats slit.
The most unnerving thing was that there was also a cobra, and at that moment, it was biting the corpses of those small animals.
Ye Jiuliang narrowed her eyes dangerously, a bloodthirsty curve tugging at the corner of her lips.
Quite a unique gift for the middle of the night.
She turned and walked back to the bedside table, pulled open a drawer, and felt for a dagger.
Drawn from its sheath, in the darkness, the blade gleamed coldly.
"Heh."
A cold laugh spread out as Ye Jiuliang looked out the window, sensing someone’s approach. The cobra was staring at her.
Its long body tensed, ready to strike, poised to spit venom at any moment.
Ye Jiuliang abruptly slid open the French windows and with a flick of her wrist, infusing the throw with strength, the dagger, sharp enough to cut through iron, flew out.
With a "swoosh," the sound of the dagger piercing flesh was clearly audible.
Hit directly in its vitals, the cobra was pinned to the ground.
It stopped breathing in an instant.
Ye Jiuliang hooked her lip into a cold smile, stepped around the mess on the ground, bent down, and reached for her dagger, bringing up the skewered cobra with it.
Bright red blood dripped slowly down the blade, falling to the floor. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Ye Jiuliang shook the dagger, the snake’s tail swaying in the air.
Pathetic.
Holding the dagger’s hilt, she walked back into the room with composed ease.
Taking out her phone, she composed a message and sent it.
Shortly, the WeChat notification sound rang out.
It was Ji Mingqian replying to her message.
"Today’s surveillance footage at the Ye Family has been erased."
"Can it be recovered?" Ye Jiuliang asked directly.
Ji Mingqian responded quickly, "Two minutes."
The night was windy, and the stench of blood growing stronger outside the French windows.
She went over to close the window. Just then, Ji Mingqian sent a video followed by a message.
"Quite the show in the middle of the night, lively, isn’t it?"
Ignoring his teasing, Ye Jiuliang clicked on the video.
A moment later, the video ended.
She twisted her lips, her delicate eyebrows and eyes unable to suppress the untamed coldness.
Pretty bold.
Looks like someone hasn’t had enough of a beating last time.
She stuffed her phone into her pocket, dagger in hand, opened the door, and stepped outside.
On the clean marble floor, tiny beads of bright red blood blossomed.
It was already eleven o’clock, and the living room was eerily quiet.
Not a soul in sight.
Ye Jiuliang glanced around, her icy gaze landing on the vase on the table.
She strode over, grabbed the vase without blinking, and hurled it hard to the ground.
"CRASH—"
The crisp sound shattered the night’s silence.
Soon, the guards on patrol rushed over.
Their fierce aura evaporated the moment they saw who had caused the commotion.
"What happened?"
Aren hurried over, and the guards quickly made way for him.
Seeing the young girl sitting on the sofa, Aren was slightly surprised. He caught a glimpse of the shattered pieces on the floor, a bad premonition rising in his heart.
He asked cautiously, "Miss Jiuliang, did you smash this vase on the floor?"
Ye Jiuliang curled her lips, admitting, "I smashed it."
"This..." Aren was choked up.
"Would you mind calling the others over? Otherwise, I’ll have to keep smashing things," Ye Jiuliang said coolly, her eyes slightly lowered.
"Miss Jiuliang, it’s late, everyone’s resting. Whatever it is, maybe we can talk about it tomorrow," Aren urged.
