Ye Jiuliang, "..."

So it’s her fault then.

She’s going to be driven to death by his antics sooner or later.

She breathed out lightly, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"I have." He answered without any hesitation.

Ye Jiuliang drew out her tone, "Have you really?"

Li Mochan grunted, his confidence seemingly faltered.

"But how come I heard from Wei Bei that you haven’t had your dinner yet, hmm?" Ye Jiuliang asked with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

"..."

Wei Bei, that blabbermouth.

Li Mochan smiled ingratiatingly, "Just woke up, was a bit confused."

"Li Mochan, just keep spouting nonsense." Ye Jiuliang huffed lightly and pushed his hand away.

"Stay away from me."

This dummy really needs a lesson.

"I’m cold." Li Mochan clung to her again, resting his chin on her shoulder, a bright sparkle in his eyes.

The loosely tied bathrobe he wore was rubbed back and forth, the belt around his waist had come undone, revealing his distinct, glowing chest.

Ye Jiuliang took a glance, "Put your clothes on properly. Do you plan on making your cold worse?"

"You tie it for me." His magnetic voice seductively coaxed.

"Don’t you have hands?"

Li Mochan lifted a strand of her hair, playing with it, "I have a cold, no strength."

God, is he being coy with her?

Who was it that just said it was a minor cold and not a big deal?

Doesn’t it hurt to flip-flop like that?

Ye Jiuliang glanced at him and took hold of the tie on his robe, casually tying it for him.

She made a butterfly knot and curved her lips in satisfaction.

Li Mochan gazed at her, his eyes filled with affection, "Did Wei Bei call you to tell you about my cold?"

Ye Jiuliang glanced at him, "Are you thinking of punishing him?"

Li Mochan instinctively wanted to kiss her but remembered he had a cold and quickly dismissed the thought.

He raised his hand to ruffle her hair, "Why would I punish him?"

Her arrival was the best surprise for him.

Noticing his little gesture, a smile flashed in Ye Jiuliang’s eyes. She cupped his face and kissed the corner of his lips.

"Li Mochan, if you dare to not take care of yourself like this again, I’ll really be done with you."

"Aren’t you afraid of catching my cold?" Li Mochan’s lips quirked up, his fingertips caressing her rosy lips.

Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow, "So we’re sleeping in separate rooms tonight?"

Without hesitation, he shook his head firmly, tightening the arm around her waist, "No way."

He hadn’t held his little wolf cub for several days.

"You stay here, I’ll go get you something to eat." Ye Jiuliang smiled helplessly.

Li Mochan was unwilling to let go, "I’m not hungry."

Ye Jiuliang instantly understood the helplessness Wei Bei must have felt when he called; this guy was simply too much to handle.

Her lips pursed as she spoke coldly, "Li Mochan, tell me ’I’m not hungry’ one more time."

Skipping both lunch and dinner, did he really think he was made of iron?

This guy really had the talent to infuriate her to death.

Watching the little wolf cub with a cold face, Li Mochan immediately surrendered, "I’ll have Wei Nan bring up something to eat right now; you stay here with me."

Faced with his pitiful gaze, Ye Jiuliang’s expression crumbled, and she felt an inexplicable urge to laugh, "I’m going to the restroom, do you want to accompany me there too?"

Li Mochan said, "...That’s also an option."

Ye Jiuliang glared at him as if she was indignantly rebuking him, "Go to sleep."

It’s amazing he could say such things.

She pulled away from his grasp and stood up to walk toward the bathroom.

Li Mochan watched her retreating figure, the smile at the corner of his lips never faltering.

After washing her face, Ye Jiuliang came out of the restroom, tying her soft long hair into a casual ponytail.

She took off her jacket, wearing only a short-sleeved shirt, looking fresh and neat. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Seeing the person sitting on the sofa, she walked over on bare feet across the carpet and, before she could reach him, the man’s long, muscular arm reached out first.

Falling into his embrace, Ye Jiuliang found a comfortable position and nestled without moving, "Wei Bei told me Grandma Jiang was sick, is she feeling any better?"

I heard the old lady had vomiting and diarrhea, and it had the Jiang Family all worried. Jiang Yisheng even rushed back home.

Li Mochan said, "She’s not in any serious trouble now and needs to rest for a few days." The old lady isn’t careful with her diet; she overindulged in seafood during the day and sneaked cake late at night, so naturally her stomach and intestines fought with each other.

Ye Jiuliang toyed with his fingers, "That’s good to hear."

"Thud thud thud—"

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Ye Jiuliang tried to sit up but was pressed down by Li Mochan.

"Come in."

Wei Bei pushed the door open, holding a tray in his hands.

Following close behind him was Wei Xi.

"Master."

Seeing Ye Jiuliang snuggled in Li Mochan’s arms, Wei Xi couldn’t hide his astonishment. Was this the same aloof and cold master of his house?

After setting down the tray, Wei Bei turned and saw Wei Xi’s stupefied expression, coughed lightly to remind him to snap out of it, "Ahem."

Wei Xi gave an embarrassed smile and stepped forward to put down the tray.

Then, he straightened his back, "Madam, hello, I am Wei Xi."

Wei Bei had said that holding onto the madam’s ’golden thigh’ was the equivalent of a ’Death Exemption Token’.

A proper introduction, with a somewhat unique style.

And a bit comical too.

Ye Jiuliang’s lips curved into a slight smile, "Your hair color is quite trendy."

Shocking pink, not a color many guys can pull off.

Yet he had a handsome baby face that, paired with this pink hair, was quite the perfect match.

"Really?" Wei Xi’s eyes lit up.

Wei Bei and the others all said his hair was too extravagant.

Ye Jiuliang nodded.

A bright smile spread across Wei Xi’s face, and he looked triumphantly at Wei Nan, "Madam says it looks good, Wei Nan, you have to admit your lack of taste now."

His hair color was already cool; it’s their loss not to appreciate it.

Wei Nan chuckled awkwardly, "Yes, it’s nice."

It’s nicer than the master’s face, why the hell don’t you take a look.

Having witnessed his own master’s possessiveness, he wasn’t new to it; it was a classic double standard.

Observing that a certain someone still lacked discernment, Wei Bei stretched out his hand, grabbed Wei Xi by the collar, and dragged him out.

"Master, please take your time. We’ll take our leave," Wei Bei said as they exited.

Once the door closed, Ye Jiuliang chuckled, "Your men are quite interesting."

All of them had a talent for making people laugh.

"What would you like to eat?" Li Mochan wrapped an arm around her, glancing at the dishes on the table.

Wei Bei had prepared dinner for two, three dishes and one soup, a generous spread indeed.

"Anything is fine, eat up, I can help myself," Ye Jiuliang said as she came out of his embrace and sat cross-legged on the carpet.

She ladled some soup into a bowl and handed it to him, "Drink up quickly."

Li Mochan looked down at the soup in the bowl, his thin lips slightly curved.

Under the dim yellow light, the crisp sound of bowls and utensils clinking occasionally broke the silence.

Suddenly, the knocking on the door became urgent.

Li Mochan said, "Come in."

The person knocking was Wei Nan, who glanced at Ye Jiuliang’s location with a hesitancy in his gaze.

"You two talk; I’ll step out," Ye Jiuliang said, standing up, seeing his reluctance.

Li Mochan caught her hand, not letting her leave.

He looked up at Wei Nan, not minding Ye Jiuliang’s presence, "Speak."

"Master, several people from the Brooke party have sneaked in over the back wall of the manor," said Wei Nan.