Chapter 463, looking for the child (second update)

Li Mochan’s cold eyes swept over them, and the unfamiliar gaze caused everyone’s heart to sink to the bottom.

Madam Jiang felt dizzy, barely able to withstand the shock, "Ahan, do you really not recognize us? I’m your grandmother."

She pointed to Jiang Hai and the others, her voice choked, "This is your uncle, your auntie, and your father. Take a good look."

The foreign gaze scanned the crowd, without warmth. Li Mochan shifted his gaze away, got off the bed, and with bare feet, he began to walk outside.

Everyone instinctively stepped aside. Jiang Hai frowned, and in a gentle voice, asked, "Ahan, where are you going?"

Li Mochan acted as if he didn’t hear, his steps urgent.

Wei Bei and the others dared not delay and followed closely behind him.

Entering a room and then leaving, one room after another.

Winding around, the group eventually followed Li Mochan to the living room.

"Master, what are you looking for? I’ll help you search," Wei Xi mustered his courage, blocking Li Mochan’s path, and asked in a gentle voice.

Li Mochan fixed his eyes on him. After a long while, seemingly perceiving no malice, a hoarse voice spilled from his lips, "My cub."

Wei Xi didn’t understand, and his eyes filled with added confusion, "Hm?"

"My cub," Li Mochan frowned, his tone stubborn as he repeated.

This time, everyone heard clearly, though most were still utterly confused.

My cub?

What does it mean?

The only people who knew were Wei Bei, who often followed Li Mochan, and Jiang Yisheng, who lived in Mo Garden.

Jiang Yisheng looked at him with concerned eyes, "Cousin, are you looking for Jiuliang?"

Li Mochan ignored him, losing patience, he turned and walked upstairs again, "My cub, mine."

"Hurry and follow him," Madam Jiang urgently trailed behind him, stumbling a little. Fortunately, Jiang Hai was beside her to assist, otherwise, she would have certainly fallen.

"Mom, be careful."

"Do you have a photo of the madam?" Wei Bei suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Jiang Yisheng.

"I’ll go get it."

Catching his meaning, Jiang Yisheng rushed to Li Mochan’s bedroom.

In the spacious house, people shuttled through the stairwell.

Following Li Mochan into one of the rooms, they were surprised to find it filled with motorcycle rider figurine models.

Clearly, they had never been in this room before.

Li Mochan stopped in his tracks, his hand touching the models displayed in the cabinet, filling some of the emptiness in his heart.

His furrowed brow gradually relaxed. Li Mochan, touching the motorcycle rider figurine, murmured to himself, "My cub."

Seeing this, everyone understood. Ye Jiuliang loved to ride motorcycles; this was common knowledge. These figurine models must also belong to Ye Jiuliang.

Wei Xi moved next to him, trying to capture Li Mochan’s attention with Ye Jiuliang, "Master, these are all the madam’s, you bought them for her."

Before he finished speaking, he was met with a fierce glare. Li Mochan emphasized, "My cub, mine."

"..."

Wei Xi swallowed hard, unable to face the fierceness in his eyes, and stepped back.

These things originally belonged to the madam; he hadn’t said anything wrong.

The master, with lost memory, was even more terrifying than before.

Could it be that the "My cub" he mentioned did not refer to Ye Jiuliang, but instead to these motorcycle rider figurines?

As everyone was at a loss for what to do, Jiang Yisheng came running in with a picture frame.

"Cousin, look at this." Coming to a halt in front of Li Mochan, Jiang Yisheng handed him the picture frame.

"Jiuliang, look."

Li Mochan lowered his gaze to the photo frame handed to him, his ink-like pupils reflecting the photograph of a young man and woman inside.

On the skating rink, the woman lay upon the man with a smile blooming like flowers, a light grey scarf entwined around both their necks.

"Master, you see, the person in this photograph is you," Wei Bei said as he brought over a mirror to help him make a clearer comparison.

Li Mochan looked at the photograph, then at the mirror, and affirmed that the person in the photograph was indeed himself.

"Cousin, do you really not remember Jiuliang?" Jiang Yisheng pointed to Ye Jiuliang in the picture and said.

"This is the person you love most, Ye Jiuliang, your little wolf cub."

He slowed down his speech as he said the last sentence, enunciating each word deliberately.

This nickname was something he had heard by chance; otherwise, he would be just as confused as everyone else.

Li Mochan gave him a look, pushed the photo frame back to him, and turned to look at the motorcycle rider figurine on the shelf.

Jiang Yisheng was stunned.

The cousin had truly forgotten them all, even Jiuliang.

"Ahan, look at us, do you really not remember us?" Jiang Hai’s wife approached him, her eyes watery with tears as she looked at him.

"Did you forget Xiaojiu as well?"

Hearing the crying beside him, Li Mochan glanced sideways at her, her red-rimmed eyes full of concern and worry.

Unable to understand the old lady’s heartache, Li Mochan looked at her expressionlessly, his indifferent gaze still as alien as ever.

"Wei Nan, what on earth is happening?" Wei Xi asked in urgency, turning to Wei Nan.

The lady would definitely not be able to withstand the blow if she found out that the master had lost his memory.

Wei Nan’s face was somber, "It must be the effect of that silver needle."

If he was not mistaken, the poisonous silver needle that had pierced their master’s arm had integrated its toxin into his bloodstream, probably causing the memory loss.

They had already tested the silver needle, and it bore no trace of poison, likely because it had all dissolved into the master’s blood.

Upon hearing his words, Veya asked anxiously, "Then what do we do?"

Amnesia wasn’t something to take lightly. Xiaojiu would be returning soon, and she’d definitely be heartbroken to learn of this.

"I don’t have a solution for now," Wei Nan sighed with a mixture of helplessness and annoyance.

They could only wait for the lady to return to see if she had any way to remedy the situation.

But when it comes to amnesia, it was hard to say for sure if it could be cured.

Hearing this, everyone’s gaze toward Li Mochan’s silhouette carried added complexity and sadness.

The sofa was full of people, lacking the lively atmosphere of the past, and instead filled with a sense of desolation.

Guarded against everyone, and despite their persistent talking, Li Mochan refused to let Wei Nan get close enough to examine him.

"Master, look at this, your engagement rings," Wei Bei said as he brought the rings that had been delivered just that morning, presenting them to Li Mochan.

Li Mochan glanced at them disinterestedly and without much enthusiasm.

Wei Bei closed the ring box, feeling dejected.

This too failed to catch the master’s interest.

"Shall we eat first? I’ll go heat up the food," Veya suggested as she stood up, speaking softly.

Sitting around wasn’t solving anything; it would be better to fill their stomachs before making plans.

"Mom, let’s eat first," Jiang Hai chimed in, trying to persuade her.

Jiang Hai’s wife stayed silent, turning her face towards Li Mochan, "Ahan, what would you like to eat? Grandma will make it for you."

Li Mochan’s gaze lifted slightly as he said spontaneously, "Hot and Sour Rice Noodles."