Chapter 460, you are not Wei Bei (third watch)

Why not make money if you can, especially since Matt still doesn’t know the current relationship between the K organization and the Dark Hall.

Chu Chen raised an eyebrow, he had no objection.

"Aqian, it looks like the task of taking people for the outdoor trial falls to you," Ye Jiuliang said.

As soon as Ji Mingqian heard this, he instantly perked up, frowning at her, "Wait a second, isn’t it supposed to be your turn this time?"

Ye Jiuliang justified herself confidently, "I need to go to the auction house, and after finding the Mysterious Iron, I still have to replicate the iron box. Moreover, I’ve promised Li Mochan that I’ll return to the capital within three days at the latest."

Ji Mingqian, "..."

Always a bunch of excuses, just taking advantage of the fact he’s a lone man.

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As dusk fell, the shadows grew longer, and a cold breeze stirred ripples across the lake surface.

The large house was brightly lit but silent as a grave.

Alei came out of his room and was once again enveloped by a familiar fragrance.

He looked towards the person seated on the couch and then at the almost untouched dinner on the table, shaking his head in resignation.

"Young master, you can’t keep eating instant noodles."

Ever since that day he returned from Mo Garden, Mo Chen seemed to have developed an addiction to instant noodles, ignoring fresh meals every evening and only eating instant noodles.

If the lady of the house were to find out, she would not hold back a scolding.

The youth, with his back to him, turned around, a steaming box of instant noodles in his hand.

Mo Chen looked up at him, slurped a mouthful, and bit off the noodles, "Why can’t I eat it?"

"The lady wouldn’t approve of you eating such things," Alei said.

Mo Chen mumbled indistinctly, "If you don’t tell, who will know?"

Alei was persistent, about to offer more persuasion, when his phone suddenly rang.

He took out the phone and put it to his ear to answer.

"Madam."

Mo Chen jumped, choking, "Cough cough cough."

He set down the instant noodles, eyes locked on Alei.

"The young master is having dinner," Alei reported impeccably, without mentioning the matter of the instant noodles.

Mo Chen breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly Alei extended the phone towards him.

"Young master, the madam wants you to take the call," Alei said.

Mo Chen took the phone and cleared his throat.

"Mom."

"Mo Chen, have you adjusted to life in the capital?" On the other end, Mo Yu’s voice softened a bit.

Mo Chen replied dismissively, "Adjusted, I’m very adjusted."

Mo Yu said, "Your sister has already returned and will be coming to stay with you in the capital soon."

"What?" Mo Chen stood up abruptly.

"My sister is coming to the capital? What is she doing here?"

Wasn’t his sister always busy assisting their grandfather with the company, barely seen a few times a year? Why would she suddenly return?

Hearing the rejection in his voice, Mo Yu frowned, "What’s that tone for? Why are you so agitated about your sister coming to the capital?"

"Why does my sister have to live with me when she comes to the capital? It’s not like she doesn’t have a place to stay," Mo Chen said.

How could he have good days ahead, living together with his sister, who was cold and heartless?

Mo Yu’s tone grew colder, chiding unhappily, "Mo Chen, that is your own sister, how can you speak like that?"

When it came to Ye Jiuliang, he was all eagerness, but now, faced with his own sister, he filled himself with resistance.

Mo Chen shrank his neck, his voice weakened, "I didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just that my sister doesn’t like being disturbed when she’s working."

"All right, I just wanted to inform you. When your sister gets there, behave and don’t cause too much trouble," Mo Yu’s tone softened somewhat as she advised.

Mo Chen grudgingly hummed a response, "Got it."

After hanging up, Mo Chen lost his appetite for instant noodles and stood up to go upstairs.

...

Since his return to the capital, Li Mochan had been bustling about nonstop.

At lunchtime, the Jiang family matriarch and her entourage finally saw him.

Veya looked at the person sitting across from her and asked softly, "Ahan, have you eaten?"

Li Mochan replied, "I’ve eaten outside."

"Mohan, these are all the betrothal gifts, have a look," the elder Mr. Li picked up a stack of documents from the table and handed them to him.

Ever since the Jiang family’s attitude toward him had softened, the elder Mr. Li had been coming over for meals from time to time, almost to the point of moving in.

Li Mochan took the documents, glanced at them briefly, and then laid them aside.

"Mohan, when is Xiaojiu coming back?" the Jiang family matriarch asked.

Li Mochan picked up a cup of tea, "Tomorrow."

"Does the Ye family know about your plan to get your marriage certificate?" The elder Mr. Li, who had been busy discussing the wedding date for the past few days, had almost forgotten this matter.

Li Mochan took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, "They don’t know."

At last, he added, "Her uncle knows."

The elder Mr. Li was taken aback. If the Ye family wasn’t informed, could this cause a commotion later?

At that moment, a commotion arose from the guards outside.

"What’s happened?" Jiang Yisheng frowned and looked outside.

Li Mochan stood up and strode outside, while Jiang Yisheng followed after him.

Shortly after the two left, Wei Bei entered.

"Wei Bei, what’s going on?" asked the Jiang family matriarch.

Wei Bei glanced at them, a flicker of darkness crossing his eyes, "There’s been a fire outside, but it’s already being put out, and the fire has been brought under control."

At these words, the likes of Jiang Hai were shocked.

The elder Mr. Li frowned, his nose and mouth drawn into a bunch, "How did a fire start?"

"The cause isn’t clear yet. The master has instructed you to wait here and not go out," said Wei Bei as he moved closer to the Jiang family matriarch.

Veya’s eyes showed a trace of worry, "Did anyone get hurt?"

"Don’t worry, no one did."

Taking advantage of the Jiang family’s lowered guard, Wei Bei drew a gun from his waist, grabbed the Jiang family matriarch, and placed the dark barrel against her head.

"Mom," Veya cried out in alarm.

Jiang Hai abruptly stood up, his face ashen, "Wei Bei, what are you doing?"

"Heh."

Wei Bei scoffed and scanned them, "Seems my face-changing technique is pretty good; none of you spotted a flaw."

"You’re not Wei Bei." Jiang Hai stepped forward, angrily demanding.

"Who are you exactly?"

"Who I am is unimportant," the imposter Wei Bei sneered, pressing the gun harder against the Jiang family matriarch’s head.

His voice ominously chilling, he said, "Old lady, don’t make any sudden moves, otherwise it would be quite unfortunate for you."

The Jiang family matriarch’s stance steadied, her face deathly pale, clearly terrified.

The imposter Wei Bei turned to Jiang Hai, his tone hostile as he commanded, "Go call Li Mochan to me, or no one here gets out alive."

Approaching the courtyard, they saw a scarlet blaze reaching for the sky from afar.

"How did a fire start?" Jiang Yisheng stopped, her face showing astonishment.

Li Mochan furrowed his brow, suddenly thought of something, and turned back.

"Cousin, where are you going?" Jiang Yisheng was confused, chasing after him quickly.

Nearing the living room and just as they reached the steps, they saw someone burst out from inside.

"Uncle," Li Mochan reached out to steady him.