Chapter 358, you must also call him husband (second update)

"Yes." Tie Shan glanced at Ye Jiuliang, feeling a premonition that the old man might end up eating humble pie here all day today.

As soon as Tie Shan left, the elder Mr. Li hurried to catch up with Ye Jiuliang’s pace, walking ahead of her to enter the dining room first.

Ye Jiuliang shook her head helplessly, childish.

The dining table was set with four dishes and a soup, complete with colors, fragrances, and flavors, including Ye Jiuliang’s favorite fried chicken drumsticks.

The elder Mr. Li was not shy either, he directly pulled out a chair and sat down.

Looking at the steaming dishes on the table, his face, usually stern, revealed a hint of a smile.

This darn kid’s cooking skills are indeed not bad.

Suddenly, his stomach inappropriately growled.

Ye Jiuliang turned her eyes to the elder Mr. Li, meeting the teasing smile in his gaze, which annoyed him.

"Is it wrong for an old man to get hungry?"

Ye Jiuliang nodded, "I haven’t said anything, what are you rushing for?"

The elder Mr. Li, "..."

Li Mochan pulled out a chair, sitting next to Ye Jiuliang.

He picked up the chopsticks to snag a chicken drumstick for Ye Jiuliang and placed it in her bowl, "It’s a bit hot."

Ye Jiuliang’s eyes curved as she nodded, the chicken drumstick too large to eat conveniently with chopsticks.

She simply put down the chopsticks and picked up the drumstick with her hand, nibbling on it daintily.

It was crispy and juicy, making her unable to stop.

The elder Mr. Li watched her eating the drumstick, his eyes barely hiding his disdain.

Such unladylike eating, so embarrassing.

Noticing that the elder Mr. Li was watching her continuously, Ye Jiuliang turned her head, swallowed the meat in her mouth, and then spoke, "If you want to eat a drumstick, there are still some on the plate." So he should stop staring at her.

"I don’t want to eat it," the elder Mr. Li snorted.

"What’s so good about chicken drumsticks?"

Ye Jiuliang didn’t argue with him, as long as she found it delicious that was enough.

After finishing one large drumstick, Ye Jiuliang proceeded to attack the second one, her enjoyable eating prompting the elder Mr. Li to look over repeatedly.

Is a fried chicken drumstick worth eating like it’s a delicacy?

Just as Ye Jiuliang finished the second drumstick, the elder Mr. Li’s chopsticks finally reached towards that plate of fried chicken drumsticks.

The words he had just mocked instantly smacked him in the face.

Ye Jiuliang’s lips curved slightly, watching him with interest.

Looking at the drumstick in his bowl, the elder Mr. Li felt a bit lost on how to begin.

He had just picked it up when the drumstick dropped back into the bowl with a "plop," completely uncooperative.

Beside him, Ye Jiuliang had already taken the third drumstick, passing it to Li Mochan’s lips, teasing him with a wink, "Want to have a bite?"

Li Mochan smiled knowingly and took a bite.

Ye Jiuliang hooked her lips, glancing from the corner of her eye at the elder Mr. Li’s hesitantly moving hand, his conflicted expression somewhat amusing.

"Fried chicken drumsticks are indeed best eaten hot," Ye Jiuliang murmured to herself.

The elder Mr. Li gave her a covert glance, a flicker of indecision in the depths of his eyes.

After a moment, he put down his chopsticks and couldn’t resist picking up a drumstick with his hand, taking a bite right then and there.

Ye Jiuliang thought the old man might be too proud to lower his face, but it turned out he couldn’t resist the temptation of the drumstick.

She tilted her head slightly, a grin forming at the angle hidden from the old man’s view.

The elder Mr. Li might be old, but he had a good set of teeth; he gnawed at the drumstick as ferociously as Ye Jiuliang without losing pace.

He finished a drumstick in one go, without even pausing.

After finishing one, he reached for a second drumstick.

Before he could grab it, Li Mochan took away the plate with the drumsticks.

"You scoundrel, what are you doing?" the elder Mr. Li immediately got angry.

Li Mochan spoke indifferently, "The elderly shouldn’t eat too much fried food."

Upon hearing this, the old Mr. Li opened his mouth but couldn’t find a reason to refute.

He looked longingly at the last fried chicken leg on the plate, wishing he could just snatch it up.

After washing her hands, Ye Jiuliang came back and saw Old Mr. Li absent-mindedly eating, with his gaze fixed on the chicken leg. She pursed her lips and chuckled, saying softly, "Actually, eating a little more occasionally doesn’t do any harm."

"Exactly." With someone backing him up, Old Mr. Li instantly perked up.

Realizing it was Ye Jiuliang who had spoken for him, he awkwardly turned his head away.

The next moment, Li Mochan placed the plate with the chicken leg in front of him and withdrew his hand at a leisurely pace.

Old Mr. Li looked down at the golden fried chicken leg on the plate and became even more demanding, "It would be even better with a glass of wine."

"No," Li Mochan said, "cruelly" crushing his wish.

Old Mr. Li humphed in dissatisfaction, but didn’t forget to pick up the chicken leg and gnaw on it.

A filial son he is not.

Just now he had clearly seen plenty of wine in the cabinet outside, and yet he denied having any—the stinginess of it all.

It was rare for him to eat so much in one meal; following Ye Jiuliang, Old Mr. Li was the second to overeat.

Accustomed to a nap after lunch, Old Mr. Li sat on the sofa and soon began to feel drowsy.

Li Mochan escorted him to the guest room to rest, then went upstairs to find his little wolf cub.

In the bedroom, Ye Jiuliang was feeling stuffed from the chicken leg. Even after taking some digestives, her stomach still hurt, and she whined as she leaned on the soft couch.

The door wasn’t closed when Li Mochan strode in.

Ye Jiuliang instinctively made room for him, and Li Mochan sat down beside her, drawing her into his arms and massaging her overstuffed belly with his large hand.

"Let’s see if you’ll still dare to overindulge."

Ye Jiuliang burrowed into his embrace, her voice muffled, "It hurts."

Li Mochan chuckled, "How about a walk outside?"

"Are you free today?" Ye Jiuliang lifted her head from his embrace, "Does the old man know about your acquisition of Li Group?"

Li Mochan brushed aside the hair by her ear, casually saying, "He should find out very soon."

Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but grin, "Will the old man skin you alive when he finds out?"

Li Group was one of Old Mr. Li’s life’s work, and he would probably be furious to learn it had been acquired.

Gently pinching her cheek with his fingertips, he said, "Quite possible, which is why the esteemed wife will have to protect me well."

"Who’s your wife, don’t call me that so randomly," Ye Jiuliang grimaced.

At the least, one should call their husband.

Li Mochan suddenly remembered something when the conversation turned to this subject, lowering his head to nuzzle her nose, "Where’s your household registration book?"

His husky voice set her ears tingling.

Ye Jiuliang smiled provocatively, feigning ignorance, "What do you need my household registration book for?"

Her household registration book was with Old Mr. Ye, and it would be somewhat difficult to sneak it out.

"It’s going to snow in the capital soon. How about we get our marriage certificate on the first snow?" Li Mochan said with a heavy gaze, gently coaxing her.

Amused, Ye Jiuliang asked, "Why do you like that piece of paper so much? Don’t many people say that marriage is the graveyard of love?"

"I just like lying in the graveyard with you," Li Mochan replied without hesitation.

Ye Jiuliang, "..."

Why did that statement sound so ambiguous to her? It was so awkward.

What does it mean to like lying in a graveyard, especially with her included?

That was an absurdly heavy taste.

"Do you agree?" Li Mochan pressed on.

Looking into his deep, dark eyes, where radiant brilliance was encapsulated, more splendid than a vast expanse of milky way, Ye Jiuliang curled her lips and said, "Okay."

If he was so eager to get the certificate, there was nothing for her to hesitate about; getting married was a matter of sooner or later for them.