Chapter 315: Jiang Lai, go to hell

Mo Yi packed dinner and took it to the Ke Clan.

She had been working as a maid in the Ke Family since her twenties, first for Mr. Ke, then for the Young Master; aside from the Ke Group changing its address, everything else was unchanged for her, and she still had access permission.

She took the employee elevator to the top floor; the hallway lights were bright and quiet.

Mo Yi raised her hand and knocked on the CEO's office door; no one answered, she messaged the Young Master, but still got no reply.

Judging by the situation, he must be in the meeting room.

After knocking on the meeting room door, the Young Master indeed opened it and walked out.

"Mo Yi?" Ke Zhongyu was surprised Mo Yi would come over; it had been many years since Mo Yi last appeared at the Ke Clan.

Mo Yi handed over the thermal lunch box: "Miss Jiang said the Young Master would work overtime, so she asked me to bring this."

Ke Zhongyu blinked: "Who?"

Mo Yi smiled: "Miss Jiang!"

Jiang Lai?

This was something Ke Zhongyu hadn't expected.

He could only imagine that Jiang Lai had Mo Yi prepare a meal at home and wait for him to return.

So proactive...

"You wouldn't dare imagine that, Young Master?" Mo Yi smiled again and again, "This meal, sometimes it's like a person—being willing to let you stay and eat means you're in their thoughts; worrying whether you're hungry and sending someone with food already counts as obvious concern."

Ke Zhongyu reached out and took the thermal lunch box; even through the container he could feel the warmth of the food, and his heart warmed as well.

"Really?" he said, half-believing.

Mo Yi nodded: "Miss Jiang has a quiet disposition, somewhat introverted; unlike other young ladies who openly show their likes, dislikes, and desires on their faces or even speak them aloud, her nature is like that."

Ke Zhongyu agreed: "A Lai really is like that."

Mo Yi glanced at the meeting room: "Is the Young Master in a meeting?"

Ke Zhongyu shook his head: "We're projecting some materials onto the big screen for easier viewing."

Mo Yi gave a meaningful smile: "Then hurry up and eat; after you finish, send a message to Miss Jiang saying you ate on time and finished it—I promised Miss Jiang I'd watch you finish your meal."

"Mm." Ke Zhongyu took the thermal lunch box into the office; Mo Yi followed closely behind, simultaneously using her phone to report the Young Master's dinner situation to Miss Jiang.

【Miss Jiang, the Young Master has received dinner】

【The Young Master has returned to the office】

【He has sat down】

【The lunch box has been opened】

【He is wiping the chopsticks】

【The Young Master is about to eat】

【The Young Master is looking…】

"Young Master, what are you looking at me for?" Mo Yi looked over doubtfully, still gripping her phone.

Mo Yi's phone is never on silent; its keyboard has keypress sounds, and when typing it constantly makes a "tap-tap-tap" virtual keyboard noise.

Ke Zhongyu: "Are you sending a telegram?"

He glanced at Mo Yi's phone; in his mind it was clear as a mirror—the telegram's recipient was definitely Jiang Lai.

Mo Yi hehe laughed: "I'm just reporting, reporting."

Ke Zhongyu: "I'll report myself."

"All right." Mo Yi put away her phone.

Ke Zhongyu took out his phone, and while taking a picture of the dinner before him, he couldn't help lifting the corners of his mouth; the gloom that had lingered in the meeting room vanished instantly.

This dinner was sent by Jiang Lai via Mo Yi.

Jiang Lai was thinking of him.

Whether speaking or eating, Ke Zhongyu is always unhurried and very composed, eating only until seventy percent full; tonight he finished all three dishes and one soup that Mo Yi had brought.

Mo Yi reminded: "Young Master, take a photo of the empty plate and tell Miss Jiang you've finished eating."

Ke Zhongyu calmly took the photo and sent it, then stared at his phone, a bit like a child waiting for praise.

Jiang Lai had just seen off her uncle and aunt and Chongying, then picked up her phone and saw a message Mo Yi had sent over ten minutes earlier; the last line read:

【Miss Jiang I can't report to you anymore, the Young Master said I'm like sending a telegram, he wants to report himself】

Jiang Lai opened Ke Zhongyu's message.

【Mo Yi said you asked her to bring dinner over?】

【An opened picture】

【Eating】

【A finished-eating picture】

【Finished eating】

【Please inspect, Leader】

Jiang Lai suppressed the corner of her mouth, but still couldn't help letting out a faint smile.

【Not a leader】

The other side instantly replied: 【Are my parents gone?】

Jiang Lai: 【Mm】

Ke Zhongyu: 【Alone?】

Jiang Lai also said "mm", but added: 【Getting ready to call a cab】

Ke Zhongyu: 【I've called one for you】

He picked up his phone, took the car keys from the drawer, and stood up.

Mo Yi deliberately asked: "Young Master, you're not working overtime?"

Ke Zhongyu: "Not working overtime, going to pick up A Lai."

Mo Yi smiled as she finished clearing the lunchbox, and took the opportunity to take out the trash from the bin; just as she went downstairs, she happened to see a leopard‑numbered license plate speeding past in front of her.

Her family's Young Master's car.

Ke Zhongyu sat in the car, his fingers lightly tapping the steering wheel, his gaze occasionally fixed ahead, occasionally glancing at the navigation on the screen.

Ke Zhongyu felt for the first time that Evening River Terrace was far.

Jiang Lai stood at the roadside, pulling her hair behind her ears, eyes fixed on the traffic.

She knew the car that Ke Zhongyu had called was his own.

……

Shen Xun had just walked out of the hospital when he received Xie Yongsi's phone call.

"What's wrong?"

He walked toward the car parked at the roadside while answering the phone; this car belonged to Xie Yongsi.

Xie Yongsi thought that as a manager, it was impossible for him to take the subway or hail a taxi to work every day, so he lent Shen Xun a relatively low‑key car registered under his name.

Saying it was a loan amounted to giving it.

The play‑rich second‑generation heir may have little real power, but he still owns plenty of cars and houses.

"Someone told me they saw Lin Shutong near the Chengxin Pavilion; isn't there an Evening River Terrace there? Ke Zhongyu's parents and younger sister all came out of Evening River Terrace, accompanied by a woman; they didn't know Jiang Lai, so they took a distant photo, and I recognized Jiang Lai from her figure."

Shen Xun's heart tightened.

Xie Yongsi continued: "I feel Lin Shutong is watching Jiang Lai; if you're uneasy, you can go check. You don't know how many things have happened recently in the Ji Family, and at this critical juncture, Lin Shutong's parents went straight to the northwest, obviously having their hearts turned cold by this daughter."

"Lin Shutong is now despised by everyone—her biological parents dislike her, the Ji Family dislikes her, and even the Gu Family side won't intervene; Li Dan said Gu Zhiyan has been kneeling in the Gu Family ancestral hall for two days, to no avail."

Shen Xun immediately started the engine, connected Bluetooth, put his phone away, turned the steering wheel: "I'm heading over now."

Xie Yongsi: "Be careful yourself."

Shen Xun: "I know."

He rushed all the way, driving toward Evening River Terrace.

According to Xie Yongsi, Lin Shutong is now a trapped beast in dire straits, capable of anything.

In his anxiety, he called Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai's phone vibrated; when she picked it up, she saw it was a voice call from Fu Youlin.

Fu Youlin was calling her?

As Jiang Lai hesitated whether to answer, a strong beam of light stabbed toward her.

The car's high beams.

Lin Shutong sat in the car, seeing Jiang Lai in the high beams, she narrowed her eyes, raised a hand to block it, then pressed her foot on the accelerator; the car shot forward like a rocket.

Jiang Lai, go to hell.