The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 837: I Want an Iced Coffee (4)

"It’s nothing." On the other end of the phone, Jiang Yisheng leaned against the soft couch, gazing absentmindedly at the night view outside the window.

"Cousin, did Jiuliang receive the letter?"

Li Mochan grunted in response, "He received it. Have you really thought it through?"

"Heh."

A desolate laugh concealed deep sorrow, "I always thought I could act willfully, but now I realize I can’t afford to be willful, nor am I allowed to be. I have no choice."

Li Mochan frowned, speaking gently, "I can arrange for you two to meet."

Upon hearing this, a spark of light ignited in Jiang Yisheng’s eyes, but it quickly extinguished.

"No need." He declined the offer.

"Cousin, just let Jiuliang pass my message."

Covered in injuries now, if that person found out, it would just add to the misery. The longing, the reluctance, all had to be hidden away.

Li Mochan agreed, and finally, he rarely expressed concern, "Take care of yourself. The injuries on your body aren’t something you can brush off. Otherwise, someone might really lose their mind."

Jiang Yisheng’s nose prickled with sadness, tilting his head back to force the tears to stay in.

"Don’t let him come."

After saying this, he quickly hung up the phone, clutching it tightly. Listening to the sound of waves outside, he suddenly recalled the memory of playing with jet skis by the sea at midnight.

If only time could forever pause at that day, how wonderful it would be. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

As his tightly strung emotions neared a breaking point, Jiang Yisheng grabbed a cushion and threw it violently, heedless of the pain tearing at his back’s wound.

"Ah."

He let out a low roar, veins bulging at his temple, losing his composure like never before.

Just then, a servant’s voice came from outside the door, "Young master, are you alright?"

Jiang Yisheng gradually calmed himself, his voice hoarse, "Come in."

With permission, the servant opened the door and entered.

Upon seeing the mess on the floor, the servant softly called, "Young master."

"I want a glass of iced coffee." Jiang Yisheng bent his legs, raising a hand to his forehead, cleverly covering his slightly red eyes, "And a bowl of bitter melon and rib porridge."

"Yes, I’ll have someone prepare it right away." Relieved to finally hear him wanting something to eat, the servant quickly responded.

Ever since they arrived here, he hadn’t had a drop of water, making everyone worry endlessly.

If anything happened to him, their own lives wouldn’t be secure.

Jiang Yisheng picked up the tablet from the carpet, resuming the paused movie.

Whenever the scene shifted to that person, he’d habitually hit pause.

The plot didn’t matter; all he knew was that person was in the movie.

...

"Asheng’s voice didn’t sound quite right." After listening to Jiang Yisheng’s call, Ye Jiuliang lost their appetite too.

She leaned into Li Mochan’s embrace, intertwining her fingers with his, "Hearing his voice suddenly reminded me of how I was when you lost your memory."

The first time feeling despair, the first time knowing fear.

Li Mochan gazed down at her, his cold, porcelain-like hand weaving through her smooth hair, "Now, besides Asheng, there’s another person to worry about."

Knowing who he meant, Ye Jiuliang felt helpless, and a bit of drowsiness set in.

Watching her eyes lazily close, Li Mochan lifted her into his arms, "Rest first, we’ll think of a way tomorrow."

Ye Jiuliang nodded absentmindedly, sleepiness overwhelming her as she leaned against his shoulder and drifted off.

After a long journey, added to carrying a little one, it was no wonder she was tired.

Li Mochan watched the sleeping figure in his arms, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He gently placed her back onto the bed, bending down to plant a light kiss on her brow.

Goodnight, my little troublemaker.