Chapter 319. Would she be willing to acknowledge me? (First update)

The kick wasn’t light, and the middle-aged man squatted on the ground, unable to rise for a while.

The sound of quiet footsteps approached, and a pair of white shoes entered his field of vision.

The ferocious expression on the man’s face froze as his gaze moved upward, and he involuntarily locked eyes with the woman’s deep and cold pupils.

In his heart, he felt a sudden jolt of fear.

"What, what do you want to do? I’ll tell you if you dare to mess around, I will definitely sue you." The imposing aura oppressively made the middle-aged man’s heart quiver with fear, and he stammered as he spoke.

Ye Jiuliang sneered coldly, reached out to grab the collar of his neck and dragged him up, and with an icy voice, she ordered, "If you don’t want to be hit, just stay still."

Upon encountering the viciousness in the woman’s eyes, the middle-aged man was so intimidated that he stood rooted to the spot; by the time he came to his senses, his hands were already bound.

The threshold of the alley was close, and any commotion would draw all the onlookers out to enjoy the spectacle.

"What happened, was there a robbery?"

"Not sure, there was some noise inside just now, but it’s quiet now; it could be enemies seeking revenge."

"I remember that a couple just moved in there, they dress nicely, but both of them are compulsive gamblers, it might really be the debtors catching up to them."

The crowd that had come out to watch buzzed with speculation.

"Someone’s coming out, someone’s coming out."

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for." Ye Jiuliang had one hand in her pocket and the other tugging on a rope.

The onlookers watched as the middle-aged couple were tied together with duct tape over their mouths, all were utterly bemused.

"Ah ah ah..." The middle-aged woman looked around at the spectators with an agitated expression, ranting incoherently.

Ye Jiuliang gave her a cold glance and with a slight exertion of her wrist, she forcefully dragged the two over.

Opening the car door, Ye Jiuliang roughly pushed them into the vehicle.

"Bang—"

Slamming the car door shut, Ye Jiuliang got into the car, and the sound of the engine exploded in the alley.

The tires rolled over the uneven ground, kicking up a trail of dust.

The crowd watched the car disappear around the corner, sighing.

...

"The whistleblower has been found, the news from the newspaper office says it’s a middle-aged couple." In the living room, the assistant stood at attention, hesitating as he spoke the last part.

"It’s been confirmed, they are Mingchong’s aunt and uncle."

Mingchong’s expression darkened slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "Where are they?"

"I’ve sent people to find them, they should..." Before the assistant could finish, his phone suddenly rang.

He took out his mobile to answer, and whatever the person on the other end said made his expression turn grave.

After hanging up, the assistant looked up at Mingchong and spoke cautiously, "Director Ming, we were a step late, Miss Ye Jiuliang has taken them away."

"Jiuliang?" Mingchong was astonished.

The assistant nodded, "It’s said that the reporters had blocked the entrance of Beisen Academy, but Miss Ye scared them away. Director Ming, should we hold a press conference to clarify this matter?"

The situation had escalated, and considering that Ye Jiuliang was Li Mochan’s girlfriend, there was no guarantee that Li Mochan wouldn’t be angered if things got out of hand.

Mingchong frowned and mused, but at that moment, the doorbell rang.

The assistant turned to answer the door, and the next second, seeing the person standing outside, he looked slightly surprised.

"Master Li."

It was done, Li Mochan had arrived.

Could it be that Li Mochan had come to settle scores with Director Ming?

Li Mochan glanced at him with his indifferent eyes and spoke in a profound tone as he looked into the room, "I’m here for Director Ming."

The assistant regained his senses, made way, and invited him in, "Master Li, Director Ming is inside, please come in."

Mingchong heard Li Mochan’s voice and had just stood up when a tall figure slowly walked in.

"Mr. Li, I will handle the rumors in the news as soon as possible. I’m truly sorry about this time," Mingchong said with an apologetic face and spoke softly.

"There’s also the matter of the hit-and-run..."

Li Mochan cut him off, his voice cool and detached, "I have something to talk to you about."

Mingchong froze, understanding the implication in his words, and turned to glance at his own aide.

"Director Ming, I’ll head back to the company then. Call me if you need anything," the aide said after picking up the briefcase from the sofa and quickly left the room.

Once the door closed, Mingchong gestured for Li Mochan to sit, "Please take a seat before we continue our talk."

The two of them sat facing each other, with Li Mochan crossing his legs, radiating a dominant aura that seemed to pour invisibly from him as the center.

His inky black eyes were dusted with a faint layer of gray, inscrutable and impenetrable.

The prolonged silence was suddenly broken by a low, magnetic voice, not too hurried, "I heard Director Ming also has a biological sister."

At these words, Mingchong stiffened as if he was a tightly drawn bow.

He looked at Li Mochan with complex eyes, his voice stuck in his throat as if blocked.

After a long while, he spoke hoarsely, "How much did you find out?"

He knew he couldn’t hide it from him forever.

Given his concern for Jiuliang, it was just a matter of time before he investigated. He just hadn’t expected Li Mochan to find out so soon.

Li Mochan said, "I know as much as I should."

Hearing this, Mingchong forced a bitter smile on his face.

"Since you already know, what else do you want to ask me?"

Li Mochan’s gaze was deep and dark as he looked at him, "Don’t you plan to tell her?"

Mingchong’s expression showed a hint of confusion, and he scoffed at himself, "If I tell her, would she acknowledge me?"

"She doesn’t like being lied to," Li Mochan didn’t persuade further, only adding lightly, "In the Ye Family, no one truly cares for her."

Even the old Mr. Ye didn’t have purely altruistic intentions toward his own little wolf cub.

"But I’ve looked into it. The old Mr. Ye has treated her fairly well over the years," Mingchong asked with confusion.

Li Mochan snorted dismissively, his voice cold, "Born in September, her parents’ love cold and thin as ice; that’s the meaning behind the name the old man gave her. Do you think a man who would sacrifice his own son would really love her?"

Surface appearances are just for others to see.

Mingchong was stunned, the meaning behind Jiuliang’s name was actually this.

A wave of anger churned in his chest, his hand slowly clenched into a fist by his side.

The Ye Family treated his niece like this, those bastards.

A "ding" sound, the notification tone for an incoming message.

Li Mochan took out his phone and glanced at the message on the screen, his eyes suddenly chilling.

"What’s wrong, did something happen to Jiuliang?" Mingchong noticed the subtle change in his face, worried that Ye Jiuliang had some trouble, and his voice became unintentionally urgent.

Li Mochan put away his phone and stood up, his tall and muscular body rising, "Jiuliang has taken your aunt and uncle to the hospital for an examination."

"I’ll go with you," Mingchong frowned and said without hesitation.

**

Private hospital.

A crowd had gathered in the third-floor corridor, looking curiously at the middle-aged man and woman tied up on a bench.

Across the bench, Ye Jiuliang leaned against the wall, holding a bottle of fruit juice, her red lips biting a straw, the juice in the bottle gradually decreasing.

After a long while, a doctor came out of the office, holding a report in his hand.