Mo Yu sighed, "If only Mo Chen were half as sensible as you."

Her son was like he was raised by Ye Jiuliang, always siding with others instead of his own family.

Upon hearing this, Mo Su’s expression remained faint.

With Mo Chen not around, Mo Yu didn’t hold back and asked about the injury on her wrist, "What happened to your wrist?"

"Ye Jiuliang." Mo Su’s eyes turned slightly cold, the sprained wrist still faintly aching.

Mo Su’s face suddenly became unsightly, her tone darkening, "Did Ye Jiuliang hurt you?"

Mo Su nodded, acknowledging it.

"What exactly happened?" Mo Yu pressed.

Mo Su explained the whole story succinctly, and Mo Yu’s face grew increasingly grim.

"Never thought Ye Jiuliang, that wretched girl, would be so cunning."

She furrowed her brows fiercely, "Is there really no hope with Li Mochan?"

Her daughter was superior to Ye Jiuliang in every way. It was truly as if Li Mochan’s heart was clouded by lard. Countless people dreamed of forming a marital alliance with their Mo Family, yet he was always stubbornly resistant.

"The medicine from Qian Mian hasn’t been very effective," Mo Su said.

Now she couldn’t even be sure whether Li Mochan had really lost his memory. But from the looks of it now, even if he had, he still trusted Ye Jiuliang, and that was disadvantageous for her.

"Don’t worry, I have my own ideas about this matter. You don’t need to be concerned, Mom," she assured.

Knowing she always had plans, Mo Yu nodded lightly.

"If you need any help, just let me know."

Mo Su uttered a sound of agreement, "Okay."

...

With Ji Mingqian handling the auction, Chu Chen and Gu Xinuo dealing with headquarters, Ye Jiuliang became the most relaxed one.

During this time, she received some good news. Baona and Xiang Tian were getting married and had invited her to celebrate, also reminding her to bring Li Mochan along.

The wedding was soon, the day after tomorrow, so it was best for her and Li Mochan to arrive a day early to avoid a rush.

Having long promised to be present at their wedding, Ye Jiuliang naturally could not go back on her word.

Right after lunch, she was already busy booking plane tickets.

"Mohan, is it okay if I book a flight two hours from now?"

The distance from their location to F country wasn’t far; flying would take about two to three hours.

Li Mochan’s gaze shifted from the computer screen to her clear, jade-like profile.

"Either way is fine."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jiuliang’s fingertips rapidly tapped on her phone screen.

"Done."

She put down her phone, "Then I’ll go pack our bags."

Just as she stood up, the person beside her pulled her back.

"Stay here with me. I’ll pack later."

After all, she wouldn’t pack properly, better not to cause trouble.

Ye Jiuliang flopped back onto the sofa, glancing at the laptop on his knees, a playful smile on her lips, "Aren’t you afraid that with me here, you won’t be able to focus on your work?"

Li Mochan raised an eyebrow, set the computer down on the table, and with a twist of her collar, he hoisted her into his arms.

"How would you like to make trouble, hmm?"

Ye Jiuliang slid down, resting her head on his legs, and sighed, "Last time we met, Baona and the rest weren’t even married, and now Baona is pregnant. Time really flies."

Saying this, her tone suddenly took on a different flavor, "To be married at such a young age, Grandpa... sigh..."

Li Mochan’s handsome face darkened momentarily, his fingers lightly pinching her chin as he asked with a half-smile, "The way you’re talking, it sounds like marrying me is a huge loss?"

"Isn’t it a loss?" Ye Jiuliang’s lips curved into a sly smile.

She counted on her fingers, "Firstly, after marrying you, I can’t flirt with other young guys anymore. For you, I gave up an entire forest. Secondly, you are several years older than me. People say that a three-year age difference is a generation gap, and we’re four years apart—that’s practically a chasm. Thirdly, after marrying you, I feel like I’ve become decadent and a bit aimless."

"And fourth..."

"Hahaha"

Before she could list the fourth point, Li Mohan reached out and tickled her.

Ye Jiuliang was ticklish and immediately curled up, using both hands to fend off Li Mohan’s tickling.

"Hey, you were the one who asked me to say it. It’s not right for you to get annoyed and lose your temper."

Looking into her sparkling, watery eyes, Li Mohan’s deep eyes slightly darkened, his gaze becoming intriguing, "Aimless?"

He let out a light chuckle, "Then how about I send you back to Beisen to continue your classes, hm?"

The little devil, he can’t go a day without proper discipline.

Ye Jiuliang immediately chickened out, she didn’t want to attend classes.

She gave a dry laugh, pleadingly saying, "I was just joking. After marrying you, I’ve become very diligent."

Li Mohan demanded, "How have you become diligent, hm?"

It was just a casual remark, and Ye Jiuliang was momentarily at a loss for words.

After pondering for a short moment, she looked up at him and weakly said, "Does making progress in the direction of having babies count?"

Li Mohan was instantly amused by her, raising his hand to mess up her hair without much care, truly defeated by her.

Just at that moment, the front door opened, and Ji Mingqian walked in, catching sight of the two of them being lovey-dovey.

"In broad daylight, can the two of you show some restraint?"

This dog food, always and everywhere, it’s just sickening.

"It’s legal." Ye Jiuliang sat up, saying as if infuriating others is nothing to worry about.

Ji Mingqian’s lips twitched, "..."

It’s just a marriage certificate, what’s so great about that.

He closed the door and sat down opposite her, "Xiang Tian called me, saying they’re getting married and invited me over for the wedding. Did they notify you?"

Ye Jiuliang nodded, "Baona just called me, I’ve booked a flight for two hours from now."

Ji Mingqian was astonished, "That’s so soon?"

"Since I’m free here anyway, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a gathering with them. It’s a good opportunity to have some fun for a couple of days," Ye Jiuliang said.

Worried that she’d get carried away with fun and forget the important matters, Ji Mingqian reminded her, "Don’t forget about Mo Lingling."

"Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten," Ye Jiuliang said calmly.

"After I come back from the wedding, the big show will start again. Moreover, we have to give Qin a chance to get used to Achen’s role."

It wouldn’t be right if she appeared overly joyous at the wedding and gallivanting around when the four of them were having issues—it would only raise suspicions, and she wasn’t crazy.

Hearing this, Ji Mingqian was reassured.

"Are you going to the wedding?" she asked.

Ji Mingqian replied, "Of course, I’ve arranged everything with the auction. It’s a good chance to take a break for a couple of days."

"Not filming movies anymore?" Ye Jiuliang smiled.

Ji Mingqian shook his head, "One movie a year is enough, I’m not planning to be a model worker."

He’s not lacking in money or power, why push himself so hard? It’s quite nice to be a salted fish.

"Let’s go pack our bags," Li Mohan closed his laptop, standing up and pulling Ye Jiuliang with him.

As the two of them went upstairs, the living room was suddenly left with only Ji Mingqian alone.

He took out his phone, habitually scrolling through Weibo, and then clicked into Jiang Yisheng’s Weibo page.

The latest update was still from the time he got injured during his concert.

He silently exited Weibo, leaned back, and stared blankly at the white ceiling.

Wondering if that guy had gotten his cast removed yet.