Chapter 467, Return the necklace to me (first update)

Jiang Yisheng nodded, his eyes filled with helplessness.

"This is indeed troublesome," Gu Xinuo furrowed her brows slightly, her pink lips moved slightly as she muttered softly.

The hazy night, with the bright moon hidden among the layered clouds, draped everything with a frightening darkness.

Outside the door, Ye Jiuliang paced back and forth, feeling indecisive.

Specks of orange light leaked from the narrow gap under the door, casting light into the woman’s slender eyes, illuminating the repressed sorrow hidden deep within.

Eventually, she reached out her hand.

The door was ajar, not tightly closed, and it swung open with a gentle push.

The orange light poured out, elongating the shadows on the wall, and as Ye Jiuliang raised her eyes, her gaze met the man’s.

It was still that handsome face, but missing was the man’s affectionate gaze, causing a dull pain to surge in Ye Jiuliang’s chest.

She had just taken a step forward when a cold voice rang out, "Stop right there."

Ye Jiuliang froze in place, but in just a second, she ignored his displeasure and walked straight in.

With each step getting closer, neither hurried nor slow.

It wasn’t until she was half a meter away from him that she stopped.

"Keep away from me."

It was that same cold and distant phrase again.

Li Mochan took a step back, widening the distance between them, his gaze dark and inscrutable as he looked at the woman before him.

"This is my room, who let you in?"

As their eyes met, she could clearly see the wariness in his eyes, and Ye Jiuliang felt the dull ache in her chest intensify.

The tightly clenched fists she had suddenly loosened, and the suppressed sorrow in her eyes swept away, replaced by her usual nonchalance.

"Give me back my stuff, and I’ll leave," she said.

Li Mochan frowned, his deep black eyes showing a hint of confusion, "What stuff?"

Ye Jiuliang spread her hand, "The necklace you’re wearing around your neck."

At her words, Li Mochan was taken aback.

He raised his hand to touch the necklace around his neck, his fingertips gliding over the pendant, engraved with the letter "J".

Unexpectedly, a rush of indescribable emotions surged in his heart, and his fingers involuntarily tightened around the pendant.

The man’s deep gaze suddenly turned fierce, "This is mine."

His tone, certain and full of possessiveness, froze the smile on Ye Jiuliang’s lips, her eyes beginning to feel sore.

Her voice turned slightly choked, "Who told you it’s yours?"

Li Mochan, you bastard, remembering everything but me.

When you regain your memory, I’ll definitely give you a good beating.

Li Mochan gripped the pendant, his tone forceful, "I said it’s mine, so it’s mine."

Ye Jiuliang forced a smile and lifted her hand, showing the ring he had put on her, "Then how about I trade this ring for it?"

Li Mochan glanced at it indifferently and spat out two words, "No deal."

"What’s so good about that broken necklace, you really won’t trade with me?" Ye Jiuliang watched his expression closely, not willing to miss any slight change in his face.

"This ring is worth much more than your necklace."

Hearing the words "broken necklace," Li Mochan’s face instantly grew colder.

"Get out."

Ye Jiuliang lowered her hand, the bitter smile on her lips fading away.

"Li Mochan, are you sure you want me to leave?" she asked.

Li Mochan turned around, his back to her, "Get out."

Ye Jiuliang stared at his back, feeling the mere two steps distance between them as if they were separated by a vast galaxy.

After a long while, she withdrew her gaze and moved to leave.

As the sound of footsteps disappeared at the doorway, Li Mochan’s hand, which had been clutching the necklace, slowly loosened. He raised his eyes to the window, the pitch-black night resembling his memory, devoid of any color.

Downstairs in the living room, the crowd hadn’t dispersed yet.

"Da-da-da—"

Heavy footsteps broke the surrounding tranquility.

Everyone looked toward the stairs, Ye Jiuliang’s expression was indifferent, her overly calm demeanor made everyone even more worried.

"Xiaojiu, are you okay?" Veya asked with concern, "I cooked you something to eat, hurry up and eat something."

Ye Jiuliang shook her head and looked at Wei Nan, "Where’s the silver needle?"

"Here." Wei Nan took out a small box from his pocket and handed it over with both hands, "I’ve used many methods to test it and there isn’t a trace of toxin left on it."

Ye Jiuliang opened the box, a silver needle lay inside, she picked up the needle and brought it to her nose for a light sniff.

She frowned, indeed, as Wei Nan had said, it seemed the toxin from the silver needle had already integrated into Mohan’s body.

Closing the box lid, she stuffed the box into her coat pocket.

She looked up at the crowd, her voice steady, "It’s already very late, everyone should go rest, we can find a solution for any issues tomorrow."

"Let’s all listen to Jiuliang, with her here, my cousin will be fine," Jiang Yisheng said, supporting Old Madam Jiang and chiming in.

Veya reminded, "Xiaojiu, remember to eat dinner."

Ye Jiuliang nodded, everyone dispersed, finding rooms to rest in; it was late, so naturally, Old Master Li also decided to stay over.

Once everyone had left, there were only two people remaining in the living room.

Ye Jiuliang took steps toward the dining room, her soul seemingly not occupying her body. Following behind her, Gu Xinuo,

looked at the untouched three dishes and a soup on the table.

"Ajiu, do you want to eat something?" Gu Xinuo pulled out a chair and pressed her to sit down.

Ever since hearing that Li Mochan was in trouble, she hadn’t eaten anything all day.

Ye Jiuliang shook her head, her gaze falling on the bowl of hot and sour noodles Li Mochan had just eaten.

She reached for the bowl of cold noodles, but the person next to her stopped her, "Ajiu, that bowl of hot and sour noodles has gone cold."

"It’s fine."

Seeing the redness at the corners of her eyes, Gu Xinuo let out a light sigh and withdrew her hand, no longer stopping her.

Her Ajiu was actually very fragile.

Ye Jiuliang picked up the chopsticks, lifted a mouthful of noodles to her lips, and slowly ate them.

Cold and icy, yet the tang and spiciness could not be concealed.

She gripped the chopsticks tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Ever since her master’s death, Gu Xinuo hadn’t seen Ye Jiuliang look so distraught.

Gu Xinuo raised her hand to Ye Jiuliang’s shoulder, her tone gentle, "Ajiu, we’re all here for you."

Ye Jiuliang kept her head down, the mist in her eyes blurring her vision.

"Anuo, he has forgotten me."

This time he wasn’t joking with her, he truly had forgotten her.

Tears uncontrollably fell onto the table, Gu Xinuo was shocked, her expression stiffening.

Ajiu was crying?

Gu Xinuo panicked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, "No, Li Mochan hasn’t forgotten you, he remembers all the things you like."

Not adept at comforting others, she awkwardly said, "Li Mochan loves you so much, he’ll soon regain his memory."

Ye Jiuliang remained silent, still looking down.

After a long while, she composed herself, wiped away the tears, and when she lifted her head again, her face had regained its usual indifference.

"Anuo, you go find a room to rest by yourself, I’m fine."

"And what about you?"

"I’m going to find Li Mochan," Ye Jiuliang stood up.

Gu Xinuo watched her retreating back, her gaze filled with concern.

Li Mochan, now with amnesia, was even colder than before, and Gu Xinuo worried what might happen if Ajiu angered him, fearing the possibility of a confrontation between the two.