The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 743, Forming a Hedgehog (1)

Fortunately, the pill was swallowed smoothly, and Mo Chen heaved a sigh of relief.

He pushed at Ye Yuan frantically, his expression one of anxious concern, "Dad, wake up, wake up..."

Ye Yuan still didn’t respond, but his slightly irregular breaths gradually became steady.

Someone nearby kindly offered to call an ambulance, but was stopped by Mo Chen.

"Thank you for your kindness, my family will arrive soon, there’s no need for an ambulance."

His grandfather had already sent people to get him, and staying here was the safest option for now. Who knew what accidents could happen on the road? Besides, Sister Ajiu would be here shortly.

The restaurant they had booked wasn’t far from the shopping center, and it took Jiuliang Ye about ten minutes to arrive.

The black sports car drove into the garage, the limited edition luxury vehicle effortlessly capturing everyone’s attention.

As people were admiring the luxury car, they saw a man and a woman getting out of it, and a mutual sense of awe was tacitly displayed in their eyes.

Their beauty was otherworldly.

Jiuliang Ye closed the car door, saw the crowd gathering opposite her—a dense mass of people.

She frowned slightly and quickly walked over, with Li Mochan following close behind, his iron arms shielding her from the crowd to prevent anyone from bumping into her.

The two naturally exuded a strong presence; as they approached, the crowd parted, making way for them both.

"Sister Ajiu." Seeing Jiuliang Ye finally arrive, Mo Chen called out excitedly, as if seeing a savior.

Jiuliang Ye saw the person unconscious in Mo Chen’s arms, squatted down, and reached for Mo Chen’s wrist.

Mo Chen watched her nervously, then turned his gaze back to Ye Yuan, guilt evident on his face.

It was all his fault for being useless. If his father had fainted because of rescuing him...

After a moment, Jiuliang Ye withdrew her hand, discerning the guilt in Mo Chen’s eyes, she comforted him, "Don’t worry, dad is alright for now, let’s go back first."

Mo Chen nodded earnestly, but he wouldn’t be completely at ease until Ye Yuan woke up.

Li Mochan stepped forward, reached out to help Ye Yuan get up, and together with Mo Chen, they supported Ye Yuan and walked him towards the car.

Jiuliang Ye glanced at Ye Yuan’s car and caught a glimpse of the damaged railing out of the corner of her eye. Her pale pupils paused slightly.

As she was about to step away, a security guard from the garage suddenly stopped her.

"Miss, your family member just had a dispute with someone here and damaged our road’s railing, I..."

Before the security guard could finish, Jiuliang Ye interrupted him, "I have an emergency to deal with right now, and we will take full responsibility for the damages to the garage."

With those words, she borrowed pen and paper from a bystander, wrote down a string of phone numbers, and then handed the slip of paper to the security guard, "This is my phone number; I’ll have someone come to deal with you in an hour. If you have any other issues, you can also call this number."

The security guard took the piece of paper, looked down at the phone number, and by the time he looked up again, the car door was already closed.

"Eh..."

Just as he was about to speak, the car shot out of the garage exit.

In the blink of an eye, the car disappeared from view.

With the departure of the people, the bystanders gradually dispersed.

The security guard looked at the piece of paper in his hand, scratched his head in confusion, a little befuddled.

What was going on?

...

On the way back, Mo Chen finally mentioned to Jiuliang Ye the details about the car attack.

When she heard it was Grandfather Mo who had sent people to get him, Jiuliang Ye wasn’t too shocked.

Upon learning of Mo Yu’s death, Grandfather Mo couldn’t have remained indifferent. She had expected that he would take action sooner or later; it was just a matter of time.

Mo Chen hesitated, "Sister Ajiu, there’s something else, the person who grabbed me was Wang Shuo, the person you’ve been looking for."

At this, Jiuliang Ye’s eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering in the depths, "Are you sure it was him, that you didn’t recognize the wrong person?"

If Wang Shuo was really working for Grandfather Mo, could it be that he truly lost his memory?

Mo Chen nodded, "His mask was knocked off, I saw it clearly, it definitely was him, but..."

"But what?"

"I mentioned you to him, but he seemed to have no memory of who you are."

Ye Jiuliang furrowed his brows, contemplating in silence. It appeared that Wang Shuo had truly lost his memory.

"Did he say anything to you?" Li Mochan suddenly asked.

Mo Chen said, "Yes, he mentioned that my grandfather insisted on bringing me back, even if it meant crippling me in the process."

Li Mochan let out a cold sneer, admiring the old Master Mo’s determination––he was ready to spare no expense to apprehend someone.

Upon returning home and settling Ye Yuan comfortably, Ye Jiuliang went to find the medicine box in the bedroom.

To prepare for any emergencies, she had someone bring a small medicine box from headquarters.

Li Mochan pushed the door open and entered the bedroom, seeing Ye Jiuliang squatting on the ground searching through the medicine box, he slowly walked over.

"What are you looking for?"

"Have you seen the porcelain bottle with red and blue stripes?" Ye Jiuliang asked, not lifting her head.

"The one with a little sheep drawn on it."

A little sheep?

Li Mochan raised an eyebrow, feeling a faint trace of recognition. He looked down at the backpack on the sofa.

Taking long strides around the table, he reached out to pick up the backpack, the zipper still open.

With resignation, Li Mochan’s slender, jade-like hand delved into the backpack, unerringly locating a small porcelain bottle.

Upon inspection, he found it to be a red and blue striped porcelain bottle, just not the one Ye Jiuliang had described.

"Stop looking, the item is here."

A deep voice sounded above her head, and when Ye Jiuliang looked up, a smile graced her lips.

Standing up, she reached out to take the porcelain bottle, "Where did you find this?"

"The night before last, after you finished drawing on it, you tossed it into this backpack and didn’t even close the zipper," Li Mochan curled his fingertip, gently pinching her cheek.

"So careless."

It seemed there was some truth to the saying "Three years of folly with each pregnancy."

Ye Jiuliang chuckled sheepishly, holding the porcelain bottle, and quickly left the room.

Li Mochan looked at the scattered medicine bottles on the floor and gently shook his head with a light laugh.

He crouched down, resigned to tidy up her medicine box.

Second floor.

In the room, silence as profound as if in the presence of frost.

Mo Chen held his breath, watching Ye Jiuliang administer acupuncture to Ye Yuan, not daring to even breathe heavily.

As more silver needles adorned Ye Yuan’s head, he couldn’t help but rub the goosebumps on his arms, feeling apprehensive just by looking.

Only when Ye Jiuliang stopped and put her tools down did Mo Chen dare to speak, "Sister Ajiu, how long will these needles stay in?"

It felt like his father was fast becoming a hedgehog.

Seeing his slightly pale face, Ye Jiuliang smiled, "Are you scared?"

Mo Chen nodded without hesitation.

It would be strange not to be scared with so many needles stuck in one’s head.

He moved closer to her, and a faint, peculiar scent wafted to his nose.

"What’s that smell?"

Ye Jiuliang picked up a red and blue porcelain bottle, twirling it in her hands, "This."

Mo Chen eyed the porcelain bottle in her hand with curiosity.

Knowing Ye Jiuliang possessed many unusual medicines, and wary of accidentally getting poisoned, he didn’t reach out to toy with it.

"Mo Chen, you stay here and keep watch. I’m going downstairs for a bit. Remember this, you must not touch any of these silver needles."