The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 856: How Did I Become the Bad Guy? (1)
Ye Jiuliang and Li Mochan exchanged glances, silent and speechless.
Next moment, the two burst into laughter.
"Look, you badmouth him, Xiaobai isn’t happy." Ye Jiuliang emerged from his embrace, speaking while trying to hold back laughter.
The little guy sure cried at the right time, his temper was not small for someone so little.
Li Mochan chuckled softly, got up, and walked towards the crib.
"Wah-wah-wah..."
The little guy cried with a flushed face, golden beans seemed to spill out as if they were free.
Especially when he saw Li Mochan coming, his wailing grew even louder, his little fists clenched tightly, quite the temper.
Li Mochan couldn’t help but find it amusing, reaching out to pick him up, and turned back towards the sofa.
"If you keep crying, I’ll sell you off." His gentle tone uttered words of threat, inexplicably exuding a hint of indulgent affection.
Xiaobai looked at Li Mochan with wet, dark eyes, crying even more merrily.
"Wah-wah-wah..."
He would cry, just cry, oh how pitiable this baby was.
"Alright, if you keep teasing him, he’ll keep crying and later attract Grandma and the others." Ye Jiuliang said helplessly, smacking Li Mochan’s arm, uncertain if it was the son’s or his childishness.
She reached out for a tissue and gently wiped his tear-stained face, soothingly speaking, "Xiaobai, Daddy’s a bad guy, right?"
Upon hearing Ye Jiuliang’s voice, Xiaobai gradually stopped crying, sniffling softly. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
His pitiful look stirred a sense of sadness in Ye Jiuliang, vaguely amused her.
"Good boy, let’s ignore Daddy; Mommy will hold you."
Saying that, she reached out to hold Xiaobai in her arms, snuggling him to sleep.
"Are you sure?"
The deep, magnetic voice reached her ears, a sturdy iron arm wrapped around her shoulders, Li Mochan leaned in and enveloped both mother and child in his embrace.
"How did I suddenly become the bad guy, huh?"
Ye Jiuliang shot him a glance, "Stop messing around, or else you try comforting Xiaobai?"
"He doesn’t need comforting." Li Mochan’s gaze fell lightly, watching the little one drowsy and sleepy, his lips holding a subtly indulgent smile.
Ye Jiuliang bent her elbow, nudging his chest, voice lowered, "Shut up, if you make him cry again, you’re on your own."
The little one had sharp ears; if he didn’t get a good sleep, neither of them would find peace.
Li Mochan laughed gently, reaching out to hold Xiaobai, "Let me do it. You go ahead and eat the fruit."
Ye Jiuliang propped her chin with one hand, watching him with interest, her eyes gleaming with teasing mirth.
She remembered the first time seeing him, thought he was colder than an iceberg, never imagined the contemporary Fifth Master Li would be soothing a baby to sleep someday.
Quite amusing indeed.
...
As night fell silent, it was time for the streetlights to dim one by one.
The bright moon hid behind clouds, diminishing its gentle glow as the inky darkness enveloped the castle.
A cold wind passed over, a black coat flashed at the corner of the wall.
Successfully avoiding all surveillance points, Ji Mingqian deftly climbed through the floor-to-ceiling window.
His figure landed lightly, dark eyes gleaming brightly in the night.
Ji Mingqian glanced at the gap in the floor-to-ceiling window, a subtle smile tugged at his lips.
He stepped forward, the window was slightly ajar, easily pushing it open.
He slipped past the sheer drapes and curtains, taking lighter steps to sneak into the room.
Inside, not a sound to be heard.
The spacious room was lit only by a single small lamp, casting a warm orange glow.
The habit of leaving a light on before sleep hadn’t changed, Ji Mingqian thought.
His gaze swept across the room’s decor, as tidy and clean as ever.
Finally, his gaze fell upon the sleeping figure on the bed; his feet could no longer move forward.
"Who’s there?"
Jiang Yisheng, always a light sleeper, felt a presence continually watching him, suddenly startled awake from his dreams.
He sat up abruptly, in the dim light seeing a shadow not far away.
"Who are you?"
His heart sounded the alarm, a hint of caution clouding his gaze.
The shadow stood unmoved, silent, its eyes calmly fixed on him.
Jiang Yisheng instinctively grabbed the vase from the bedside table, eyeing the suddenly appearing shadow warily, his voice stern as he said, "If you don’t leave, I’m calling for help."
Afraid he really would call out, Ji Mingqian dared not remain silent anymore.
As he spoke, his voice came out hoarse, "It’s me."
Jiang Yisheng’s back stiffened, his face visibly shocked.
He blinked, eyes involuntarily welling with tears.
After a moment, barely finding his voice again, "You..."
The words caught in his mouth, briefly at a loss for what to say.
Ji Mingqian looked at him with deep eyes, finally breaking the silence, "Are the injuries healed?"
Jiang Yisheng set the vase down, his head slightly bowed, his voice heavy with nasal tone, "Mm."
The atmosphere grew colder.
Surrounding temperatures pierced like icy blades, colder than the night wind.
The frightening silence seemed endless.
The low voice rang again, "I’m heading back to the film set tomorrow."
Ji Mingqian’s eyes were glued to him, not missing any subtle change in expression.
Time silently ticked by, the brightness in his gaze slowly faded in the other’s silence.
Unsure how long had passed, Jiang Yisheng pinched his lips, "Safe travels."
Such cold reaction, like a dagger piercing his heart, Ji Mingqian’s eyes momentarily dimmed, hands by his side clenched tightly.
Suppressing the anger boiling inside, his voice came out hoarse as he asked, "Have you learned to sail the motorboat yet?"
"Not yet." Jiang Yisheng responded with his head bowed, without thinking.
Ji Mingqian furrowed his brow, his long strides moved forward two steps, his gaze unintentionally catching the necklace on his neck, the blocked anger within instantly dissipated.
His steps ceased abruptly, a hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes.
Forget it, meeting face to face was rare, why stir conflict?
"I’m leaving." Leaving those words, he turned and headed towards the floor-to-ceiling window.
The same way he came, he departed back.
Jiang Yisheng still hung his head down, hearing the sound of the window opening, his hand clutching the hem of his clothes tightened increasingly; the veins in his neck bulged as if desperately holding back something.
Ji Mingqian glanced back at him, hastily averted his gaze, "Eat more, don’t lose weight anymore."
The magnetic voice whispered in the ear, Jiang Yisheng’s eyes trembled slightly, mist obscuring his sight.
A slight sound emerged from the floor-to-ceiling window, he looked up to see the open window, cold wind rushed in, leaving the spot empty.
Jiang Yisheng let out a bitter laugh, leaned back, and fell into the bedding.
He raised a hand to his forehead, eyes empty as he stared at the mottled white ceiling.
Ha, seems he couldn’t hold on anymore.
...
Under the supervision of Grandma Jiang and Veya, Ye Jiuliang obediently completed her month’s rest.
Xiaobai’s full moon feast was over, and Old Master Li and the others gradually returned to Beijing.
Early on, Xiaobai was already awake, changing diapers and feeding milk were all handled by Li Mochan.
By the time Ye Jiuliang came downstairs, it was already noon.
Walking in the stairwell, Ye Jiuliang could hear Xiaobai’s laughter coming from downstairs.
