Chapter 483. Go outside and check out the action (first update)

The car vanished in a trail of smoke in no time.

The journalists were still shaken, their eyes filled with terror.

Ye Jiuliang was a devil.

On the way, Ye Jiuliang received a call from Wei Bei, who reported that journalists were staking out the MK Group building and asked her how she wanted to handle it.

Ye Jiuliang’s indifferent gaze narrowed slightly, a dark gleam flickering, "Let them wait at the door, if they want an interview, give it to them."

On the other end of the phone, Wei Bei suppressed his confusion and didn’t ask further, "Yes."

After hanging up, Ye Jiuliang put on her helmet and turned to Gu Xinuo, "Anuo, you go back first, I need to go to the company to deal with some things."

"Alright, be careful," Gu Xinuo waved at her, "I’m off."

Ye Jiuliang hummed in response, starting her motorcycle and taking off before her.

**

News spread through various channels, and naturally, the people at Mo Garden heard something.

In the living room, while everyone was discussing how to deal with the situation, sudden footsteps echoed from the staircase.

Facing the stairway, Jiang Yisheng looked up to see Feng Yi walking down from upstairs.

"Yi, you..."

Before he could speak, the sight of the person behind Feng Yi made him swallow his words.

The chatter around them suddenly fell silent.

Under the probing gazes of everyone, Li Mochan’s expression remained unfazed, his clear and cold ink-black eyes making it impossible to look directly at him.

"Cousin, are you going out?" Jiang Yisheng asked warmly, noticing the coat on him.

Li Mochan pursed his lips and hummed, stepping out.

"Yi, where are you two going?" Jiang Yisheng quickly caught him, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Just out to see the commotion," Feng Yi said with a secretive smile.

Ultimately, it was just because someone was worried about his wife.

Even with amnesia, the name Ye Jiuliang was etched into his soul, impossible to dispel.

Jiang Yisheng was confused, "What do you mean?"

"Just wait and watch the drama unfold," Feng Yi didn’t bother to explain, shaking off his hand and speeding up his steps to leave.

The cold wind made the trees on both sides of the street sway ceaselessly, yet the frost flowers clinging to the branches remained undisturbed.

Feng Yi glanced from the corner of his eye at the person beside him, whose sculpted, unrivaled profile showed neither joy nor anger.

He discreetly withdrew his gaze and concentrated on driving.

The car window was half open, and Li Mochan watched the passing scenery, his profound eyes shimmering with an inscrutable light.

When they passed the coffee shop on the opposite side, his eyes steadied, and his thin lips moved slightly.

"Wait."

Feng Yi was bewildered, "What?"

"The coffee shop across the street, park by the curb," Li Mochan said sparingly.

A coffee shop?

Feng Yi came back to his senses, thinking he wanted coffee, he turned the steering wheel and parked under a tree by the curb.

"What do you want to drink? I’ll go buy it for you."

"I’ll do it myself," Li Mochan unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.

Feng Yi scratched his head, wondering why the sudden desire for coffee.

Suddenly, an arm reached in through the open window.

"Money."

Feng Yi’s lips twitched, as he obediently pulled out his wallet and handed it over.

Being a driver and also an ATM, it truly was enough already.

It wasn’t yet closing time, and the coffee shop was somewhat quiet.

"Welcome."

The warm light shone on the man’s handsome face, blinding the staff with his exquisite features.

For a moment, the female employees’ eyes were filled with heart-shaped pupils.

They were blown away.

Their legs turned to jelly from his handsomeness, what to do?

Li Mochan walked to the order counter, pointing at the ice-sugar gourd a child had just picked up, "One ice-sugar gourd."

The low and chilly voice pulled the absent-minded clerks back to reality.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The biting coldness spread from Li Mochan at its center, enveloping the coffee shop.

Intimidated by his icy demeanor, the clerk dared not delay, quickly handing him an ice-sugar gourd.

Li Mochan reached for it, paid, and without waiting for the change, he had already left the coffee shop.

The assistant manager, holding the change, rushed to the entrance only to find Li Mochan had already gotten into his car.

It dawned on him later — wasn’t that the president of the MK Group?

Weren’t there rumors that he’d lost his memory? Why would he appear here?

Could it be that all those gossipy news were just rumors?

Back in the car, Feng Yi saw something in Li Mochan’s hand and his expression turned odd.

Ice-sugar gourd?

He had known him for so many years, yet he had never seen him fancy such a thing, especially sweets.

Suddenly remembering something, Feng Yi realized, then felt a bit sour.

Always knows to buy for Ye Jiuliang, but doesn’t even think of getting me a cup of coffee, all lovesick but no brotherly love.

"The light’s green," Li Mochan reminded.

Feng Yi pouted and drove off, "Got it, Lord Li the Fifth, your humble servant is driving now."

**

Knowing that Ye Jiuliang was coming, Wei Bei waited early in the lobby.

Looking at the reporters staking out the entrance, he let out a cold laugh.

Braving the snow outside, they must find it incredibly rewarding.

The sound of a motorcycle engine cut through the biting wind and snow, assertively claiming everyone’s attention.

The fiery red motorcycle was dazzling and cool, contrasting the white snow, as if a hellfire flower bloomed amidst hell itself.

The staking reporters were flabbergasted, wondering who it could be when Wei Bei crossed them and had already approached the motorcycle.

"Madam."

Ye Jiuliang pulled out the key and swung off the bike.

Raising her hand to remove the helmet, her ink-like long hair billowed in the wind, flecked with pure white snowflakes.

Ye Jiuliang nodded, then looked up to see the reporters standing dumbfounded, her narrow eyes flashing with a touch of disdain.

After a moment, the reporters finally snapped to it and swarmed forward, the flashbulbs firing without end.

Suddenly, Wei Bei turned around, shielding Ye Jiuliang.

His voice was cold as he said, "This is MK Group’s territory. Do you really want to make a scene here?"

At his words, the reporters halted, wary.

Wei Bei raised his hand to keep the encroaching reporters at bay, while Ye Jiuliang placed her helmet on the bike and briskly walked towards the company’s entrance.

Stepping on the stairs, she raised her hand to sweep the hair blocking her view backward.

"I heard you’ve all been waiting for me." She curved her lips in a light smile, her voice cool, "Come on, let me guess, are you perhaps here to ask if Li Mochan has really lost his memory, if our relationship has turned fruitless, hmm?"

Her preemptive strike stupefied the reporters.

She had stolen their lines, now how were they supposed to inquire.

"Vroom, vroom, vroom—"

The thunderous roar of an engine suddenly went off, diverting the reporters’ attention.

A sapphire-blue sports car parked next to Ye Jiuliang’s motorcycle, a honk from the car piqued everyone’s curiosity.

"That’s Young Master Feng’s car," Wei Bei recognized the owner of the sports car and was surprised.

Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow, Feng Yi?

She looked up, and as Feng Yi closed the car door, his casual suit seemed especially stylish.

The next second, when she saw the person coming out of the other side of the car, Ye Jiuliang’s slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened.

How had Li Mochan come here?

Her gaze drifted downward, and seeing what he held in his hand, the surprise in her eyes deepened even more.

Ice-sugar gourd.

After a brief astonishment, a faint smile bloomed on her rosy lips.