The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 84 - 0, Master Jiu Fainted (Second Update)

"Cough cough." Wu Qinqing gasped for air as she hid behind Ye Jiuliang, looking at Wang Xu with eyes full of fear.

She really had been hopelessly stupid to have fallen for such a person.

Wang Xu stumbled but steadied himself. Spitting out a mouthful, he glared at Ye Jiuliang with vicious eyes, "Ye Jiuliang, you’re asking for trouble."

With that, he clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked.

"Be careful, he’s learned Taekwondo, he’s a black belt," Wu Qinqing trembled as she spoke.

Ye Jiuliang gave her a sidelong glance, "Go stand over there."

Wu Qinqing looked up in surprise, not yet catching on when suddenly, the girl standing in front of her made a move.

The next second, a piercing scream snapped her back to reality.

Following the sound, she saw Wang Xu sprawled awkwardly on the ground, his face sporting a new bruise.

Ye Jiuliang stepped on his back, pressing down so he couldn’t rise, "Got it clear who’s asking for trouble now, hmmm?"

Her laid-back voice rose at the end, playful and defiant.

Pain seared through his wrist. Cold sweat beaded Wang Xu’s forehead as he looked helplessly toward Wu Qinqing.

"Qinqing, for all the good times I’ve shown you, please save me, will you?"

Seeing the man’s pitiful face, Wu Qinqing averted her gaze.

She rushed over to Ye Jiuliang, expressing her gratitude, "Classmate Ye, thank you."

If she hadn’t stepped in to help, Wu Qinqing feared her fortunes would have been grim today.

Ye Jiuliang said, "Let’s go."

"Thank you." Wu Qinqing thanked her again, not sparing Wang Xu another glance as she trotted down from the rooftop.

Ye Jiuliang withdrew her foot and then, as a parting gift, landed another kick.

"Even scumbags should have some standards. Interrupting my nap, you had it coming."

She rolled up her sleeves, hands in her pockets, and strolled off leisurely.

It looked like she needed to find a new place to nap; this rooftop attracted too much trouble, making it impossible to have some peace and quiet.

The midday sun was brutally hot, its fierce rays stabbing at Ye Jiuliang, making her feel unwell as a wave of dizziness suddenly overwhelmed her.

She shook her head, trying to clear it.

This was bad— she must have caught a worse cold from the midnight breeze last night.

Stuffing the motorcycle keys back in her pocket, she took out her phone, her fingertips swiping over the contact list. She was about to dial a number when her phone was snatched away by a large hand.

A shadow loomed in front of her, blocking the light. Ye Jiuliang looked up to see the handsome face of the man, who now held her phone with his cool, jade-like hand.

Her voice carried a mocking tone as she spoke, "Master Li, have you become addicted to snatching things?

"What’s wrong, didn’t eat lunch?" With a natural gesture, Li Mochan put her phone in his pocket, his good-looking brows furrowed as he noted her pale complexion.

He reached out hand toward her forehead but found nothing but air.

Ye Jiuliang dodged his hand, her form staggering, her vision blurring.

The moment she closed her eyes, it seemed as though she saw the deep anxiety and concern overflowing from his dark pupils.

"Ye Jiuliang."

Li Mochan bent down to look at the person who had collapsed into his arms, his well-defined hand resting on her forehead.

The temperature was frighteningly high.

Idiot.

Li Mochan swept her up into his arms and hurried away.

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Mo Garden

The stairwell echoed with hurried footsteps as Wei Nan, carrying a medicine box, ran in a rush.

Far away, he saw Wei Bei standing in the corridor and he panted, "What happened, where is master injured?"

"It’s not master, it’s Ye Jiuliang," Wei Bei said with a light laugh as he noticed Wei Nan’s disheveled appearance.

Wei Nan was taken aback, "Ye Jiuliang?"

Wei Bei nodded, "Better go in quickly; I’ll explain later."

The bedroom door was wide open, and Wei Nan strode in.

When he saw the scene inside the bedroom, he was dumbfounded.

This this this...

Ye Jiuliang was actually lying in his master’s bed.

Under the soft lighting, the ink-colored sheets and brocade quilt were filled with cool tones.

On the spacious bed, the girl’s eyes were tightly closed, her delicate features revealed a hint of a weak pallor.

Her cheeks were tinged with a faint flush, unlike the normal healthy glow.

"What are you standing there for?"

The chilling and startling voice came through, bringing Wei Nan back to reality, and he hurried over without delay.

Li Mohan was holding Ye Jiuliang’s hand, her small, white hand both cool and soft, making him even more reluctant to let go.

Wei Nan set down the medicine box, just as he was about to reach out and check on Ye Jiuliang, a piercing cold glare swept over.

"What are you doing?"

Wei Nan’s mouth twitched slightly, maintaining the demeanor of a good subordinate, "Master, Miss Ye seems to have a fever, I need to check on her."

Li Mochan said, "Bring the thermometer."

His little wolf cub is his, no one else can touch it.

Wei Nan hesitantly retracted his hand and resignedly went to search for the thermometer.

At this time, the person asleep on the bed’s eyelashes trembled lightly, a sign she might be waking up.

Being in an unfamiliar environment, years of constant vigilance allowed her to become alert instantly, her eyes as clear as glaze, not showing the slightest bit of confusion.

"Awake?"

A gentle and lingering voice sounded next to her ear, Ye Jiuliang’s gaze lifted slightly, falling on the man’s handsome hand.

Without bothering to shake off his hand, her peripheral vision caught the unfamiliar decor of the room, and she sat up abruptly.

A vague sense of foreboding in her heart, her voice hoarse, "Where is this?"

"Mo Garden," he said.

"Then this place is..."

"My bedroom."

"..."

Li Mochan’s bedroom?

Someone strike her with lightning to wake her up.

After a brief silence, Ye Jiuliang threw off the quilt, and before her pale feet could touch the floor, they were caught by the man’s long, jade-like hand on her shoulder.

"Stay put, you haven’t recovered from the fever yet," his magnetic voice grew even lower.

Ye Jiuliang pried his hand away, insisting on leaving, "A small cold is no big deal, I’ll just rest for a while and be fine."

"No big deal?" Li Mochan let out an exasperated laugh, his grip on her wrist tightening, "Then how come you fainted, hmm?"

Ye Jiuliang was left speechless, meeting the man’s dark, brooding eyes, she pursed her red lips.

She couldn’t exactly say that she had insomnia because of his words "little wolf cub" from yesterday, and on a whim had gone to the balcony to drink and catch the chill.

Damn, the thought alone was frustrating.

After holding back for a long time, she averted her gaze, "It’s none of your business."

Off to the side, Wei Nan was stunned.

This was the first time he had seen someone dare to talk back to his master so directly, and strangely, his master didn’t show the slightest displeasure on his face.

There was even a hint of indulgence.

Coming to this realization belatedly, Wei Nan’s expression was indescribably complex.

Until that cold voice sounded again, "Leave the fever reducer medicine."

A chill crept up his spine, Wei Nan quickly averted his eyes, bowing his head and rummaging through the medicine box for the medicine.

Indeed, his master’s play was not easy to watch.

He placed the medicine on the bedside table; without waiting for Li Mochan to dismiss him, Wei Nan picked up the medicine box and stealthily slipped out.