Chapter 324. Didn’t expect Ye Jiuliang to be so cunning (sixth update)

"Uncle."

From the first time she met him, she didn’t dislike him. She could also feel that he was genuinely kind to her, without any ulterior motive, pure kindness.

Yet now, sitting here among so many people of the Ye Family, not a single one of them truly cared for her.

Stumbling upon an uncle, what was there for her to be awkward about?

Upon hearing the word "Uncle," Mingchong, a grown man, couldn’t help but feel his eyes redden.

His voice carried a barely noticeable tension, "What did you call me?"

"Uncle, aren’t you my uncle?" Ye Jiuliang said with a grin.

"Of course I am, an authentic uncle." Mingchong touched her head and smiled as broadly as he could.

"You follow your uncle, so we both like spicy food with beer."

Ye Jiuliang chuckled lightly and nodded in agreement.

"Director Ming, claiming someone as an uncle is not something to be taken lightly. I think it’s best to investigate thoroughly," Xiang Zhen said.

Mingchong declared confidently, "If you don’t believe it, the paternity test will be delivered tomorrow."

Suddenly, the members of the Ye Family fell silent.

"Uncle, let’s go," Ye Jiuliang said indifferently, not wanting to waste her breath on the Ye Family members any longer.

Mingchong nodded; this incident had completely destroyed his impression of the Ye Family.

The trio left, and the elderly Mr. Ye didn’t have the strength to stop them.

Aren looked at the papers on the ground and noticed something fishy. He crouched down to pick up the pieces of paper.

Besides a very small part with traces of a brush, the rest was blank paper.

Could it be...

Aren furrowed his brows and quickly walked back to the coffee table to grab the blue sketchbook.

Upon opening it, aside from the first two sketches that had been torn out, the rest were intact and undamaged.

Ye Jiuliang had just performed a deception, not actually destroying the sketchbook completely.

The two sketches she had torn out were just to force the old man into believing that she had destroyed the album, to make him experience the pain of loss.

"Master, the truth is, Miss Jiuliang still cared about the old madam," Aren said softly as he handed the sketchbook to the old man.

"Just now, Miss Jiuliang only tore out two sketches. The rest that were torn out were just blank paper."

In truth, today’s incident was indeed the old man’s fault to begin with.

As Mr. Ye took the sketchbook and saw the remaining intact sketches, a look of surprise appeared on his still-angry face.

Seeing this, the others exchanged looks, speechless.

No one had expected Ye Jiuliang to be so cunning, using such a tactic to frighten the old man.

It was the first time anyone had managed to drive the old man to the state he was in just now, as if a war was about to erupt.

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On the way back, Ye Jiuliang was silent for the entire journey.

She held her helmet and sat quietly in the backseat, staring out the window as if lost in thought.

In the front, knowing that Ye Jiuliang was upset, Mingchong focused on driving and did not disturb her.

Li Mochan held her hand tightly, his voice tender, "Let me hold it for you, okay?"

Ye Jiuliang shook her head, turned to look at him, and forced a smile, "I was planning to take you for a ride on this motorcycle, but now it seems we’ll have to settle for looking at pictures."

Li Mochan’s lips curved slightly, and he pinched her cheek gently, "We can take another motorcycle for a ride, and I’ll carry you then."

His words scattered her gloominess, making the smile at the corner of her lips more genuine, "Do you know how to ride?"

She had never seen him ride a motorcycle, perhaps he didn’t even know how.

"You teach me," Li Mochan suggested, his voice low and magnetic.