Chapter 514, You little rascal, are jealous (third update of the night)

The assistant was shocked, "Why?"

Isn’t Movie Star Ji quite close with their beloved Jiang God? Why wouldn’t he want to be a guest?

Wen Rang bit into his green vegetables and mumbled vaguely, "Chen Xin didn’t give a reason, just that Movie Star Ji wouldn’t agree. He’s probably busy with something."

The assistant sighed sadly, "That’s such a pity."

Outside the door, Jiang Yisheng looked despondent, his aquamarine lips tightly pressed.

He wouldn’t come to his tour. Maybe, this is for the best, for everyone.

He strained to stretch his lips into a smile, but it was tinged with a heartbreaking bitterness.

Jiang Yisheng stretched out his hand to take off his wristwatch, glanced at it, and then steeled his heart to throw it into the trash bin nearby.

Following that, he pushed open the door to the conference room, his spirited exit shadowed by a trace of solitude.

...

In order to rush the production of the iron boxes, Ye Jiuliang had slept late last night and didn’t wake up until nearly noon.

As she came downstairs, she learned from the senior Mrs. Jiang that Li Mochan had gone to the company. After nibbling on a couple of bites of bread, she grabbed the car keys and headed out.

The snow on the road had been cleared by the sanitation workers, leaving only the dull yellow fallen leaves as the last defiance of winter.

In the busy company lobby, Mo Su sat quietly on a bench, with Mengzhu standing beside her, her complexion gradually darkening as time passed.

Li Mochan was going too far. Even if he didn’t look to Buddha, he should consider the monk. After all, her young mistress was the vice president of Tengyue Group, and yet Li Mochan had left her hanging here for nearly half an hour.

It was utterly intolerable.

Just as her anger was about to boil over, the sweet voice of the receptionist reached her ears.

"Good day, Madam."

Mengzhu looked up to see the stunning face of the woman enter her view.

She frowned and whispered as low as possible, "Young Mistress, Ye Jiuliang is here."

Upon hearing this, Mo Su took off her headphones, turned off her phone, and disconnected the video conference.

Looking up, Ye Jiuliang was already close to her.

Mo Su handed her phone and headphones to Mengzhu, stood up, and the simple black-and-white dress made her look even more capable and neat.

"Miss Ye, we meet again."

Ye Jiuliang’s hands were in her pockets, and she looked at her lazily, her tone casual as she said, "What kind of wind blew today to bring Miss Mo here?"

Mo Su smiled, "I came over to discuss some company matters."

Ye Jiuliang’s eyebrows lifted slightly, not following the script, "Since it’s about discussing company matters, then I won’t disturb you."

With that, she stepped towards the president’s exclusive elevator.

After pressing her fingerprint, she entered unobstructed.

The moment the elevator doors closed, Mo Su’s smile cracked at the corners.

"Young Mistress, Ye Jiuliang is clearly doing this to embarrass us on purpose. Are we going to keep waiting?" Mengzhu said indignantly on her behalf.

Mo Su returned to her seat and spoke evenly, "Wait."

She had all the time in the world to outlast Ye Jiuliang. It wasn’t decided yet who would be the final winner.

**

President’s office.

"Master, these documents need your review as well." Wei Bei brought over a stack of new documents and laid them on the table, then collected those with signed names.

Overcome suddenly by dizziness, Li Mochan put down the pen and rubbed his forehead with his hand.

Faint shadows under his eyelids revealed his fatigue.

Wei Bei, holding a file, looked up to see him pinching his brow and asked with concern, "Master, are you not feeling well?"

Li Mochan remained silent. His headaches had become more frequent over the past few days, so he had often been coming to the office, simply because he didn’t want her to worry.

However, the headaches might be a good sign, as his mind was occasionally flashing with many fragmented memories these past few days.

"Master, Wei Nan is in the office next door. Shall I ask him to come over and take a look at you?" Wei Bei suggested.

Just as Li Mochan was about to speak, a sudden knocking on the door interrupted.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Wei Bei, "Who is it?"

"It’s me."

Even though the voice was purposely clowning around in a pinched tone, its familiar timbre was still recognized by Li Mochan.

The weariness between his brows vanished in an instant, as he stood up and strode quickly to the door.

His footsteps were as swift as the wind, showing no signs of the fatigue from a second ago.

Wei Bei’s lips twitched slightly; indeed, the lady was the master’s best medicine.

On the other side, seeing the door opened, Ye Jiuliang smiled with narrowed eyes.

Still in her usual unserious tone, "The door is shut so tightly, are you hiding a mistress behind my back, huh?"

Li Mochan extended his arms to wrap her in a hug, a radiant smile curving up the corners of his mouth, "Why the sudden visit? Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Here to check on you, are you happy to see me?" Ye Jiuliang teased in return.

Wei Bei called out warmly, "Madam."

Ye Jiuliang nodded, then turned her gaze to Li Mochan, "I just ran into Mo Su downstairs."

"She hasn’t left yet?" Wei Bei was surprised.

After leaving her hanging for almost half an hour, he had thought she would’ve left out of impatience by now. Unexpectedly, she was still waiting downstairs.

It seemed that Mo Su was quite patient.

Indifferent to Mo Su, Li Mochan didn’t care, "What would you like for lunch?"

Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but laugh and cry; if Mo Su heard what he just said, she’d probably be furious.

"Wei Bei, bring her up."

"Yes." Wei Bei nodded and turned to walk out.

Li Mochan frowned, "Why let her come up?"

Ye Jiuliang played with the buttons on his shirt, half-mocking and half-smiling, "She waited for so long, and you didn’t even meet her. Don’t you think that’s a little cold-hearted?"

Li Mochan’s eyes darkened slightly, and his iron arms encircling her waist tightened abruptly, as his lips brushed past her ear.

"Little scamp, are you jealous?"

His magnetic voice was captivating, and the familiar pet name was like a shackle tightly binding her heart.

Ye Jiuliang’s light eyes paused for a moment, and her rosy lips trembled imperceptibly.

After a while, she finally found her voice, slightly hoarse, "Li Mochan, what did you just call me?"

"What’s wrong?" Seeing the slight redness in the corners of her eyes, Li Mochan panicked, his hands clumsily cupping her small face, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Ye Jiuliang urged him, desperate to confirm that it wasn’t her imagination, "What did you just call me? Say it again."

Li Mochan was taken aback. What had he just called her?

Meeting the urgency in her eyes, Li Mochan thought back.

He said hesitantly, "Little scamp?"

At his words, Ye Jiuliang’s eyes grew moist, and she suddenly reached out to embrace him tightly.