Chapter 322, have a taste of this flavor yourself (fourth watch)

The servant standing by saw Li Mochan rifling through those rubbish bags filled with motorcycle parts, and their complexion turned ghostly, as if they’d seen an apparition in the dead of night.

After all, it was well-known that Mr. Li’s obsession with cleanliness was legendary. Thus, for this man of immense nobility to be rummaging through the rubbish bags was simply inconceivable.

Ye Jiuliang’s heart grew even more sour as she watched the man rummage through the rubbish bags for her.

She stepped forward quickly, seized his arm, and fought back the glossiness welling up in her eyes, "Mohan, stop looking."

The entire motorcycle had been smashed; how could those tiny stickers possibly be found?

Li Mochan stood up, his fingers splayed open, with a sticker the size of his fingertip lying quietly in the palm of his hand. The sooty sticker with the image of a soft, cute koala caught her eye.

"Is this it?" His deep voice sounded from above her head.

Ye Jiuliang stared blankly at the sticker he had found, with tears welling up in her black eyes, making them even more clear and bright.

She took the sticker back, carefully placing it into her pocket.

"Are you happy now?" With his hands dirty, Li Mochan leaned in, his forehead touching hers.

The handsome face of the man enlarged before her eyes, and Ye Jiuliang laughed through her tears, warmth spreading through her chest.

"Mohan, hold this for me." She handed him the helmet and ran out.

She had already been yielding enough.

Grandma, this time even if you blame me, I must do this.

The living room was dead silent.

Upon hearing footsteps from outside, everyone turned their heads in unison.

Ye Jiuliang charged in, her hair slightly disheveled, her clothing fluttering, a surge of hostile energy in her wake.

In that moment, it was as if a war deity had descended to earth.

The Ye Family felt an alarm bell ringing in the depths of their hearts.

"Miss Jiuliang," Aren saw her running towards old Master Ye and, fearing she would lash out at him, quickly positioned himself in front of the old man.

"Miss Jiuliang, please don’t be impulsive. We can talk things out."

"Get out of the way," Ye Jiuliang said impatiently, and yanked him aside.

She stepped forward and confronted old Master Ye directly.

"Ye Jiuliang, don’t mess around, that’s your grandfather," Xiang Zhen chided.

Ye Yu chimed in, "Yeah, Jiuliang, let’s talk it out, no need to be rash."

From her angle, she could clearly see the redness at the corners of Ye Jiuliang’s eyes, as if ice picks could form there any moment.

The Ye Jiuliang like this was akin to a lion in the throes of rage, ready to tear everything apart.

Ye Jiuliang ignored them, her eyes downcast as she addressed old Master Ye with a cold voice, "Did you order someone to smash my motorcycle?"

Under her intimidating gaze, old Master Ye stood up, speaking firmly, "Girls shouldn’t be racing motorcycles anyway. Even your wildest antics must have limits."

"Your admission is enough."

With those words, Ye Jiuliang went past him and ran upstairs.

The Ye Family members were dumbfounded. What was she doing upstairs? Could it be that she was packing her luggage to move out of the Ye household?

Old Master Ye’s face turned ashen as he sat back down on the couch.

In the meantime, Li Mochan and Mingchong had also returned.

Seeing the red helmet in Li Mochan’s arms, everyone couldn’t help but think of Ye Yuan.

The rhythmic footsteps on the stairs resonated, and Ye Jiuliang’s figure burst into everyone’s field of vision.

Seeing that she was not carrying luggage but only a thin sketchbook, they were perplexed.

That sketchbook looked somewhat familiar.

Aren recognized it at a glance as the sketchbook that old Master Ye had locked in his drawer, and his face underwent a sudden change.

Oh my god.

How did she find this thing? Now it’s really going to cause an uproar.

He opened his mouth in panic, "Jiuliang, you can’t touch that, that’s what the old madam left for the old master."

With that reminder, the Ye Family finally understood why the album looked familiar.

It was an album that the old lady often held in her hands when she was alive.

The old lady liked to paint when she was young and often enjoyed painting portraits of the old master. After she passed away, the old master always cherished this album.

Where on earth did Ye Jiuliang dig up this thing from?

Could it be that because the old master smashed her motorcycle, she wanted to destroy the album treasured by the old master?

The old master Ye sprang up from the sofa, his eyes sharply fixed on the album in her hand, and he commanded in an aggressive tone, "Ye Jiuliang, put the album down."

"Do you get anxious, too?" Ye Jiuliang lifted the album in her hand, seeing his frantic look, a sneer appeared on her lips, "Is this album very important to you?"

"Ye Jiuliang, put the album down now," commanded old master Ye, raising his voice in furious anger.

Ye Jiuliang scoffed, flipping through the album leisurely, "What if I don’t put it down? What will you do then?"

"Ye Jiuliang!" old master Ye watched her flipping through the album and growled desperately in anger.

"Put it down."

Ye Jiuliang lifted an eyelid, her voice cold and devoid of emotion as she spat out two words, "I won’t."

As soon as she spoke, her fingertips slid down and tore off the first sheet of paper from the album right in front of old master Ye.

The sound of tearing, heart-stopping to hear.

It was like a sledgehammer smashing into old master Ye’s heart; his eyes bulged, nearly gasping out a mouthful of old blood.

"Ye Jiuliang, you..." old master Ye was so angry, he couldn’t even spit out an insult.

People like Ye Yu had not expected Ye Jiuliang to be this obsessive and mad, and for a moment, they were all stunned.

"Jiuliang, calm down, that’s the album your grandma left for grandpa, you can’t just destroy it," Ye Yu, ever the peacemaker, tried to persuade her warmly.

"Put the album down now, be good."

A thin sheet of torn paper from the album was pinched in her fingertips.

Ye Jiuliang smirked with a crooked lip, her dark eyes as cold as an icy pond, chilling intent spreading throughout.

"That motorcycle was left to me by my father; who gave you the right to smash it?"

"My motorcycle can be smashed; why can’t this album be torn up?"

Her questioning left Ye Yu speechless.

Ye Jiuliang snorted coldly and in front of everyone, tore the thin paper she was holding into pieces.

The sound of paper being ripped apart was like a dagger tormenting old master Ye’s heart.

"Ye Jiuliang, stop that," old master Ye, his head clouded with rage, grabbed a small vase from the table and threw it towards Ye Jiuliang.

Li Mochan’s eyes suddenly darkened as he suppressed the urge to rush forward.

He knew his cub wanted to settle this matter herself.

"Jiuliang," Mingchong was startled and tried to run over but was stopped by Li Mochan.

"What are you doing?"

Without a word, Li Mochan just shook his head slightly at him.

Meanwhile, Ye Jiuliang sidestepped, dodging the vase as it grazed past her feet and smashed on the ground.

"Bang—"

The costly vase shattered to pieces, leaving debris all over the floor.

Ye Jiuliang was not annoyed; she tore off the remaining sheets of paper from the album.

"You said once I finished college, you would return my motorcycle. Now you’re the one who broke the promise first, destroying something I value. Now, have a taste of what it’s like when something you love is destroyed," she said.

"No, you’re not allowed..." old master Ye shrieked hysterically.