The more he backed away, the more fired up Ji Mingqian got, clinging onto his own clothes and rubbing them against him.

"You said I stink, so smell me properly and tell me exactly where I stink," Ji Mingqian demanded.

Backed into the corner of the couch with nowhere to retreat, Jiang Yisheng fell onto the sofa.

Unable to stand the other’s intentional mischief, Jiang Yisheng pushed his hand away and said perfunctorily, "You don’t stink, you don’t stink, okay?"

Seeing good enough to quit, Ji Mingqian put down his clothes and poured himself a glass of water to drink.

Little punk, trying to compete with him.

"What shall we have for lunch?"

Jiang Yisheng gave him a sidelong glance, "You go and make it."

"Cough cough."

Ji Mingqian choked on his water, looking at him incredulously, "You’re telling me to go cook?"

"With me like this, do you really expect me to do it?" Jiang Yisheng raised his arm, which was wrapped in a cast, and said with a hint of irony.

"Forget about it, let’s just order takeout," Ji Mingqian waved his hand dismissively, "If I end up blowing up the kitchen, Ajiu won’t let me off the hook when he comes back later."

Jiang Yisheng had heard a bit about Ji Mingqian’s cooking skills from Ye Jiuliang, he was just joking, and never really intended to have Ji Mingqian cook.

After all, if he ruined the kitchen, when his cousin came back, he’d be in for a scolding too.

"What do you want to eat?" Ji Mingqian took out his phone and asked.

"Whatever."

Ji Mingqian looked up at him and teased, "Then I’ll order lamb?"

"Sure, and you can have bitter melon," Jiang Yisheng retorted firmly.

Mutual harm, who’s afraid of who.

"You’re ruthless," Ji Mingqian cursed with a laugh.

...

Tengyue Group

The lobby was bustling with people coming and going, men in suits and leather shoes, women in professional suits, all presenting the air of elite personnel.

Serious expressions and rapid footsteps spoke volumes about the tight work pace.

Except for the president, no one dared to park their car at the company’s front door. However, the arrival of a black sports car suddenly caught everyone’s attention.

The security guard from the entrance descended the steps and walked over to the sports car, intending to tell the driver not to park there.

Just as he was about to speak, the person inside the car got out.

As soon as the security guard laid eyes on the man and woman, he immediately clamped his mouth shut and backed off some distance.

Too scary to provoke.

Ye Jiuliang took Li Mochan’s hand and strode confidently into Tengyue Group, giving off the impression that they owned the place, like it was MK Group.

The employees passing through the hall seemed to freeze in place, unable to move their feet.

The receptionist quickly realized the situation and hurried up to block their path, asking nervously, "Mr. Li, Miss Ye, may I ask what you’re here for?"

She didn’t want to stop these two VIPs, but it was her job; if she didn’t, her job would be on the line.

Ye Jiuliang stopped and glanced at the receptionist. She was there to settle accounts with Mo Su and didn’t want to involve innocent people, "I want to see your president."

"Miss Ye, do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked, following protocol.

Ye Jiuliang replied coolly, "No appointment. You can call her now."

The receptionist wanted to say something else, but upon meeting Ye Jiuliang’s chilly gaze, she swallowed nervously.

"Understood. I’ll do it now."

With those words, she ran back to the reception desk to make the call.

Ye Jiuliang casually swept her gaze over the surroundings when suddenly, Li Mochan raised his hand and pinched her cheek.

"What are you looking at?"

"I still prefer the sight of our own group," Ye Jiuliang looked up at him and said with a smile.

Li Mochan’s thin lips curved slightly, "Want it? I could give it to you."

"No thanks, don’t even think about becoming an absentee owner," Ye Jiuliang pouted, she loved roaming around and staying in an office handling paperwork was not her thing.