The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 72 - 0, Was your emotional intelligence gnawed away by a dog?

Chapter 72: 072, Was your emotional intelligence gnawed away by a dog?

A night filled with chaos, inevitably leading to sleeplessness.

After being disciplined by the family, Ye Miao developed a high fever in the middle of the night, which frightened Ye Yu terribly. She watched over him tirelessly all night long.

Fortunately, as the day broke, his fever gradually subsided.

After breakfast, Ye Yu finally brought up the events of the previous night with him.

"Amiao, how could you be so foolish? Haven’t I warned you time and again? Why did you have to provoke Ye Jiuliang?" she scolded, disappointed that he hadn’t lived up to her expectations.

Ye Miao had wounds on his back, which caused excruciating pain with every slight movement.

His face was cold, and he remained silent.

After a long while, he spoke up hoarsely, "Why does Ye Jiuliang get to do whatever she pleases, even making trouble without end, and grandpa still indulges her? Why do I have to tolerate her, what makes Ye Jiuliang so special?"

By the end, his voice grew agitated.

A careless move tugged at the wound on his back, and he broke out in cold sweats from the pain.

"Hiss—"

Seeing this, Ye Yu’s eyes filled with distress, "Alright, let’s stop talking about this. You have injuries, don’t agitate them further."

She sighed, "Amiao, you’re grown up now. You’ve got to think ahead in everything you do and not act rashly. Otherwise, you will be the only one who suffers. You should learn from what has happened this time."

Ye Miao kept his head down and remained silent.

"Knock knock knock—"

The sound of knocking came, and Ye Yu got up to open the door.

Seeing Aren, a bad premonition instantly surfaced. She asked softly, "Aren, what’s the matter?"

"The condition set by Miss Jiuliang yesterday," Aren hinted briefly.

At his words, Ye Yu’s expression changed, "But, Amiao has just recovered from the fever. Can we start a day later?"

Aren said, "The master has ordered that it must be carried out today, and anybody seeking leniency will be punished with an extra day."

After a brief silence, Ye Yu forced a smile, "I understand. I’ll have Amiao go down right away."

Aren nodded, then turned and went downstairs.

After closing the door, Ye Yu walked back to the bedside, picked up the pills on the nightstand, and handed them to Ye Miao, "Amiao, take the medicine, then head downstairs."

"I won’t go." Ye Miao turned his head away, his voice chillingly firm.

This time, Ye Yu did not indulge him. She set the glass down on the nightstand with a thud and said sternly, "A real man can’t even bear this bit of grievance? How will you achieve great things in the future? If you wish to be always overshadowed by Ye Jiuliang, then just continue to waste away. I won’t bother with you anymore."

"Mom, you..." Ye Miao turned his head around, his pale face showing a glimpse of astonishment.

"What grandpa values most is someone who can bring honor to the Ye Family, not a child who only seeks the family’s protection," Ye Yu leaned down, her eyes level with his, "Amiao, think about the humiliation you’ve suffered from Ye Jiuliang. If you want to settle these grievances, you have to learn to endure, understand?"

Ye Miao looked steadfastly at her, complexity flickering deep in his eyes, and finally nodded. "I understand."

Ye Yu smiled with relief and turned to get his medication.

...

Mo Garden

Early in the morning, Old Madam Jiang had already awakened.

After finishing breakfast, she did not go for her walk. Instead, she waited in the living room for Li Mochan.

Li Mochan did not show up, but Wei Bei did.

"Old Madam, you’re up so early," Wei Bei greeted with a cheery smile.

Old Madam Jiang waved him over, "Wei Bei, come here, will you?"

Facing her smile, Wei Bei felt uneasy, guessing that she might have something to discuss with him, and walked over.

"Take a seat."

Wei Bei waved his hand, "Ahem, no need, Old Madam, I’m quite comfortable standing."

Old Madam Jiang did not insist and asked gently, "Wei Bei, how long have Ahan and Xiaojiu known each other?"

"It hasn’t been long, just since the master returned from the United States."

"How much do you know about Xiaojiu?"

Wei Bei considered for a moment before speaking slowly, "Actually, I don’t know much either. Miss Ye is from the Ye Family in the capital. She lost her parents when she was very young and has been abroad all these years, only recently returning to the capital to study."

"Her parents are deceased?" Madam Jiang was taken aback, a flicker of sympathy crossing her eyes, "The poor girl, living abroad alone, it’s quite pitiable."

Although she had lived in the United States for many years, since her daughter married someone from the capital, the old lady was somewhat familiar with a few of the leading families there.

The Li Family is a big dye vat, and the Ye Family isn’t much better. The poor girl probably didn’t have an easy time at the Ye Family either.

Wei Bei, observing Madam Jiang’s expression, knew she must be overthinking and quickly consoled her, "Madam, you don’t have to worry too much about Miss Ye; she is not someone who is easily bullied."

Madam Jiang looked up at him, "Oh, how so?"

Wei Bei scratched his head and, after struggling for a long time, finally managed to squeeze out, "Miss Ye’s personality is quite similar to the master’s."

Upon hearing this, Madam Jiang blinked.

Similar to Ahan?

A moment later, she smiled, "Is that so? I found Jiuliang to be quite well-behaved when I saw her."

Nothing like Ahan, that cold child.

Wei Bei, "..."

Well-behaved?

Ha.

That’s because you haven’t seen her being stubborn and fierce.

That arrogance is absolutely unmatched.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up towards the stairs to see Li Mochan descending leisurely, his slender, jade-like hands lightly rolled up his sleeves.

"Master, good morning."

Madam Jiang set down her teacup and turned to him, "Ahan, come here, I have something to discuss with you."

With his long legs taking strides, Li Mochan walked over and sat down opposite her.

"Young Master Mohan, your coffee," Mum Chrysanthemum brought over a cup of black coffee, the mist curling up, its rich aroma diffusing into the air.

After placing the coffee down, she turned and went back to the kitchen.

Seeing this, Wei Bei tactfully excused himself as well.

"Ahan, you treat Xiaojiu quite differently," Madam Jiang started the conversation in a roundabout way.

Li Mochan took a sip of his coffee, sparing his words and let out a succinct "Hmm."

"So, do you like Xiaojiu?" Madam Jiang asked tentatively.

Li Mochan furrowed his brow, a trace of confusion rippling through his normally calm eyes, "Like?"

There’s a chance!

Madam Jiang’s eyes brightened, nodding continuously, "Yes, well..."

Struggling to find the right words, a sudden inspiration struck Madam Jiang, her expression animated, "Romance."

"Hmm?" Li Mochan’s lips pressed together tightly.

Seeing his confused expression, Madam Jiang felt anxious for him, "You boy, has your emotional intelligence been chewed up by a dog?"

The old lady who was always watching TV dramas spoke in the language of the youth.

Li Mochan, "..."

"Do you even understand what it means to like someone?" Madam Jiang asked helplessly.

Ahan lost his mother at birth, and since childhood, he was brought back to the United States with them. The Li Family only returned for a few days each year during festivals and never experienced a day of warmth from his parents. Often, he was just as cold as ice, and even his family members found it hard to get close to him.

But in front of Jiuliang, he seemed much livelier, exuding a bit more of the human touch.

Li Mochan’s gaze remained lowered, the silence stretching on ceaselessly.