The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 90 - 0, Male God Jiang Visits the Set (First Update)
A faint scent of oranges permeated the air, and Ye Jiuliang’s nose twitched slightly as she lifted her eyes to see the man’s finely sculpted large hand, peeling an orange with unhurried precision.
Just as she was about to avert her gaze, a round orange was extended in front of her.
It was yellow and tantalizing.
She shifted her eyes away, thanked him, but did not reach out to take the orange he offered.
Li Mochan looked down at the peeled orange in his hand, a hint of a mysterious glimmer flickering in his eyes.
"Ye Jiuliang."
His tone was cool and seductive, imbued with a beckoning gentleness.
Subconsciously looking up, a cool touch pressed against her lips.
A crescent-shaped slice of orange rested at the threshold of her mouth.
"Try it," Li Mochan said, his lips curving slightly, coaxing her softly.
Ye Jiuliang’s pupils contracted, and she leaned her body back.
She coughed uncomfortably twice, "I can peel an orange myself."
The implied meaning was that there was no need for his trouble.
Li Mochan, looking at the slice of orange still on his fingertip, didn’t insist and popped it into his own mouth instead.
Seeing this, Ye Jiuliang’s eyes grew even wider.
She stared at him for a full minute, yet couldn’t muster a single word.
Had his notorious germaphobia gone to hell?
His eyes arching mischievously, he asked lightly, "What are you looking at me for, do you want me to feed you?"
"..."
She felt like she could understand how he must have felt when she teased him in the past.
Ye Jiuliang gritted her back teeth, "No, thanks."
Could she smack him?
He was so annoying.
Watching her on the verge of exploding, Li Mochan’s lips curled up, lending him much enjoyment.
He stood up, and his large hand naturally took hold of hers, his commanding strength easily pulling her to her feet.
"What are you doing?" Ye Jiuliang halted in her steps.
"Let’s go to the garage."
The garage?
Ye Jiuliang was puzzled and before she could react, he was dragging her out.
In the spacious garage, luxury cars were a common sight, many of which were limited editions.
Was Li Mochan trying to show off his luxury cars to her?
Ye Jiuliang looked at him with confused eyes, Li Mochan let go of her hand, and walked around to the back of a black sports car.
He waved to her, "Come here."
Ye Jiuliang, still in a fog, unconsciously moved forward.
Standing next to him, she followed his gaze.
A large white cloth was spread out, concealing whatever was beneath it.
Even so, just by the vague outline visible beneath the cloth, Ye Jiuliang could roughly guess what it was hiding.
"As agreed, our wager," Li Mochan said, and with a swing of his iron arm, the cloth billowed away.
Under the light, the dark purple motorcycle was strikingly cool, its fluid lines glistening with a faint shimmer.
Ye Jiuliang’s eyes brightened, more than all the stars in the sky.
This was the same motorcycle that Aqian had been talking about incessantly.
It turned out he had beaten him to it.
"Do you like it?" Li Mochan looked down at the person beside him, saw the delight in the depths of her eyes, but still insisted on hearing her answer.
Touching the motorcycle’s helmet, Ye Jiuliang glanced sideways upon hearing his question, "I do, but I can’t just take it from you for nothing, shall I pay you for it?"
She knew he wasn’t short of money, but considering the awkward state of their current relationship, accepting his gift just didn’t seem right.
Hearing her again implying a desire to distance their relationship, the smile on Li Mochan’s lips gradually faded.
"It was agreed upon as the bet, it’s not for nothing," he said blandly.
"That bet was just a throwaway remark, I..."
"A throwaway remark?" he pressed in, step by step, his dark, unfathomable eyes reflecting her pale little face.
"Everything we said, you took it as a joke, is that it?"
Each word was as heavy as a thousand gold pieces.
His oppressive tone made it hard for Ye Jiuliang to breathe.
"Grandma Jiang must be looking for us. We should head back first."
She bent down, slipped away from his arms, and ran out of the garage without looking back.
Watching the girl flee, Li Mochan turned to gaze at the "abandoned" motorcycle, his expression dark and obscure.
...
"Cut!"
Director Xu exclaimed loudly.
Instantly, all the staff members felt as if a weight had been lifted.
"Big BOSS, your coffee." Chen Xin jogged over, handing him a dry towel and a cup of coffee together.
"Wipe yourself off quickly, so you don’t catch a cold."
It had just rained, and the temperature was already low. Soaking in the seawater all night, anyone would be uncomfortable.
This scene was supposed to depict Ji Mingqian jumping into the sea to escape a pursuit, sopping wet.
Ji Mingqian took the towel, carelessly wiped his dripping hair, casually draped the towel over his shoulders, and then reached for the coffee she passed to him.
"Why is it hot?" Ji Mingqian glanced sideways at his own agent.
He always drank iced coffee; everyone on the work team knew that.
"Today Jiang God came to visit the set and brought a lot of cold drinks and snacks. These coffees were also bought by him." Mentioning Jiang Yisheng, Chen Xin’s eyes practically sparkled with little hearts.
"You’re grinning like an idiot." Ji Mingqian retorted sharply.
What was there to be excited about that guy with terrible alcohol tolerance, who puked all over him?
Pfft.
Finally having the chance to behold Jiang God’s stunning visage up close, Chen Xin was bubbling with joy and paid no mind to his comment.
Following her duties as an agent, she said, "Big BOSS, you should go to the makeup room and change your clothes first."
Ji Mingqian stuffed the coffee back into her hands, "Keep it for yourself."
With that, he left her behind with a view of his back and strode towards the direction of the makeup room.
Chen Xin, looking at the untouched coffee in her hand, was caught between laughter and tears.
Could it be Big BOSS was still holding a grudge about Jiang God puking on him after drinking too much?
She turned around and saw Jiang Yisheng chatting with Director Xu not far away, unable to help but reveal an infatuated smile without any "reserve."
He’s seriously damn handsome.
"Asheng, what made you think of visiting the set today? You didn’t even give a heads-up; I would’ve sent someone to meet you outside. The roads here are tricky to navigate, and it’s easy to take a wrong turn," Director Xu voiced with a chuckle as he sipped his coffee.
Jiang Yisheng smiled slightly, "I finished my work early on my end, and since I didn’t have anything else to do, I just dropped by for a visit."
Director Xu said, "After that dinner party, you ended up on the trending searches for so long, I should say sorry to you for that, uncle Xu here feels bad."
When the dinner party was brought up, Jiang Yisheng looked embarrassed. He covered his mouth with a fist and coughed lightly, "Uncle Xu is joking, it was my poor alcohol tolerance; it has nothing to do with you."
He hadn’t expected the alcohol to have such a strong aftereffect; just one drink had been too much for him.
Director Xu chuckled, and turning to see Chen Xin approaching, called out to her, "Hey, Chen Xin, where’s Aqian? Why don’t I see him around?"
"Big BOSS went to the makeup room," she replied, while her gaze constantly wandered towards Jiang Yisheng.
She felt like she was about to faint from his looks.
How can someone’s skin be so flawless? She felt jealousy creeping in despite herself.
Jiang Yisheng noticed the coffee that had returned to her hands, and his clear green eyes flickered with a trace of darkness.
It looked like his anger hadn’t subsided yet.
Seeing Jiang Yisheng eyeing the coffee in her hand, Chen Xin hurried to clarify, "Jiang God, my boss only drinks iced coffee. It’s not because of you."
Only drinks iced coffee?
Jiang Yisheng was surprised.
It wasn’t because he was still upset with him?
