The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 744. Where is Lan Ning? (2)
Mo Chen nodded and responded affirmatively.
Walking out of the room, Ye Jiuliang held her stomach, her brows knitted in discomfort.
So hungry.
Pregnant with a little one, skipping even a single meal was intolerable, or else her stomach would start to complain.
She quickened her pace towards the stairs, and just as she descended the last step, a rich aroma wafted to her nose.
In an instant, her cravings were triggered.
Ye Jiuliang licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with a wolfish light.
Following the scent into the kitchen, the man’s tall and slender silhouette came into view, and she couldn’t help but pause.
Ye Jiuliang let out a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling with an enchanting smile.
"What are you laughing at?"
The man with his back to her seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, guessing her expression accurately without even needing to turn around.
"How did you know I was laughing?" Ye Jiuliang leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, asking with interest.
"Just a guess."
Turning off the heat, Li Mochan picked up the bowls and chopsticks, deftly fishing out the noodles.
Already starving, the scent made Ye Jiuliang’s stomach sing the tune of an empty fortress strategy.
She straightened up and moved behind Li Mochan, standing on tiptoes, her gaze glued to the tantalizing noodles in the pot, unable to step away.
Especially those palm-sized prawns, she was practically drooling over them.
The cooking skills of her husband, Li Mochan, had improved by leaps and bounds.
"You’re drooling," Li Mochan said, setting down the bowl and turning his head to lightly peck her lips.
Starving, Ye Jiuliang didn’t bother to banter and glanced towards the pot instead.
"Are you cooking something else in the pot?" she asked quietly, stealthily reaching out a sneaky hand.
Before she could touch the lid, Li Mochan caught her hand, a playful smile on his face, "Guess correctly and I’ll let you have some."
Ye Jiuliang glared at him, as if guessing incorrectly meant she wouldn’t get to eat.
She leaned in closer, sniffing vigorously.
There was a slightly sour smell.
That smell was so familiar.
Her eyes lit up, she wrested her hand from his grasp, and hastily moved to lift the lid, "It must be sweet and sour pork ribs."
Li Mochan’s lips curled, a hint of mischief in his smile.
Such a keen nose.
"It smells so good." Ye Jiuliang put down the lid, hopped onto Li Mochan, and planted a kiss on his face, "Li Mochan, I’m absolutely in love with you."
Li Mochan, with wet hands, was hesitant to hold her, the smile deepening at the corner of his lips.
"Words of affection like that, feel free to say them more often."
Ye Jiuliang chuckled lightly, planting another kiss on the other cheek.
Li Mochan’s eyes darkened, his voice husky, "If you keep hanging on me, I can’t guarantee what will happen next."
The next moment, Ye Jiuliang promptly got down from him and reached out to grab a bowl.
"You just need to take the chopsticks and a spoon," Li Mochan said, pulling her back with a low voice.
"The noodles are too hot."
Ye Jiuliang was amused, feeling like she had become a breakable object to him after getting pregnant.
Unable to argue with him, Ye Jiuliang took the chopsticks and spoon and went outside.
When Li Mochan came out with two bowls of noodles, he couldn’t suppress a smile upon meeting Ye Jiuliang’s wolfish gaze.
He set one bowl in front of her, "How’s the situation with dad?"
Ye Jiuliang sipped the soup, "The silver needle should take about half an hour to be removed. He just had his medicine, and he should wake up soon after the removal."
Li Mochan pushed the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs toward her, "Eat more."
Ye Jiuliang nibbled on a prawn, too preoccupied to speak, and simply nodded.
Perhaps because she was so hungry, Ye Jiuliang finished a large bowl of noodles and half a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs.
"Not eating anymore?" Li Mochan watched her amusingly and teased.
Ye Jiuliang shook her head; she was full, and her stomach felt somewhat bloated.
"I’ll go upstairs and take a look." She got up, her footsteps slowly leaving the dining room.
As she went upstairs and rounded the corner, she saw Mo Chen rushing out from inside.
His expression was a mix of joy and worry, leaving one thoroughly confused.
"What’s wrong, Mo Chen?" Ye Jiuliang asked.
Mo Chen said excitedly, "Dad’s hand moved; it looks like he’s about to wake up."
Hearing this, Ye Jiuliang quickly entered the room.
Approaching the bedside, she looked down and caught sight of Ye Yuan’s fingers curling from time to time.
She furrowed her brows and reached out to remove the silver needle from Ye Yuan’s head.
Mo Chen stood by, holding his breath and watching intently.
As the last silver needle was removed, Ye Jiuliang narrowed her eyes, observing Ye Yuan’s reaction.
Mo Chen looked at Ye Jiuliang, not knowing the situation, and didn’t dare make a sound to disturb her.
At that moment, Li Mochan entered, breaking the quietness of the room.
He lowered his gaze to the person on the bed who had not yet awakened and asked, "How is it?"
"It should be soon." Seeing Ye Yuan’s trembling eyelashes, Ye Jiuliang felt as if a huge weight had lifted from her heart.
Before her words could fade, Ye Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his head groggy, feeling like he had just been roused from a dream.
He stared at the ceiling, his eyes blank.
It was too quiet; Mo Chen looked around, somewhat at a loss.
He softly called out, "Dad."
Hearing his voice, Ye Yuan came to his senses and slowly turned his face.
His gaze swept over the three people standing by the bed and finally settled on Ye Jiuliang. He stretched out his hand towards her, the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipating.
"Ajiu." His voice was hoarsely calling her.
Ye Jiuliang froze, meeting his tender gaze, where she still recognized some of the warmth she knew.
Could it be...
Her heart leapt with joy, and she grasped his hand, tentatively asking, "Dad, have you recovered your memory?"
Ye Yuan propped himself up to sit, lightly nodding his head, his eyes filled with guilt as he looked at Ye Jiuliang.
"Ajiu, I’m sorry, Daddy let you down." His voice grew even more hoarse.
In the years he had been away, the people at home must have given her and her mother a hard time.
Right, Lan Ning.
"Ajiu, where is your mother? Is she doing well?"
Throughout the days of their reunion, Ye Jiuliang had never mentioned her mother to him, because he didn’t remember anything yet. Talking about it seemed pointless; it would be better to wait until he regained his memory or returned to the capital before discussing her with him.
The hand gripping her wrist suddenly tightened, his expression revealing a touch of urgency.
Ye Jiuliang was taken aback; this was the first time she had seen him show such emotion when mentioning her mother.
Worry, nervousness, and a trace of longing.
For a moment, Ye Jiuliang almost thought she was hallucinating.
"Dad, you..." She was so surprised that she was tongue-tied.
Ye Yuan asked again, "Where is Lan Ning?"
Ye Jiuliang gazed at him, her voice tinged with sadness, "Mom has passed away."
Hearing this, Ye Yuan’s face turned deathly pale, his eyes a tumult of shock.
Lan Ning was dead?
She was gone?
He released his hand, the veins in his neck bulging, a pain searing through his chest.
She hadn’t left him even a chance; he hadn’t made amends to her. How could she just leave like that?
"How did she die?" He endured the grief, his voice raspy as he asked.
"When you went on a mission and an accident happened midway, the news of your death came back, and mom fainted on the spot. In the beginning, she absolutely refused to believe the news of your death, no matter how grandma and the others tried to persuade her, she just wouldn’t believe it." Recalling those days, Ye Jiuliang felt a heavy sadness.
