Chapter 215, quite considerate and nice (first update)

"Is Little Fatty a man or not, hmm?" Ye Jiuliang’s lips curved into a faint smile as she began her tactic.

Little Tuanzi sniffled, nodding his little head vigorously.

"Well, men should not be afraid of taking medicine. If Little Fatty takes his medicine like a good boy, next time sister comes to your house, she’ll bring you lots of lollipops and buy Little Fatty many toys, okay?" Ye Jiuliang touched his little face, teasing.

"But the medicine tastes so bitter," Little Tuanzi said with a heavy cry in his voice.

Ye Jiuliang’s face showed difficulty, "Little Fatty won’t be able to play with sister if he’s sick."

Hearing that he couldn’t play with sister, Little Tuanzi’s plump face instantly scrunched up, whispering softly, "Then baby will take the medicine, sister play with baby."

Ye Jiuliang bent her lips into a smile, "Good boy."

Madam Charles handed the medicine to Ye Jiuliang, her face relaxing with relief.

After taking the medicine, Little Tuanzi smacked his lips, the bitter taste contracting his brows together.

"Such a good boy." Ye Jiuliang kissed his forehead, and in an instant, Little Tuanzi beamed with joy.

Aside, Li Mochan watched as his family’s little wolf pup clung to Little Tuanzi, his ink-black brows furrowed slightly.

This Little Fatty was getting a bit too presumptuous.

The medicine quickly took effect, and before long, Little Tuanzi had fallen asleep.

"Ye, a word, please," the elder Mr. Charles said, his expression slightly solemn.

Ye Jiuliang nodded and followed him out.

The hallway was quiet, silent.

"Ye, the person you sent appeared once in Country F, right at one of the Charles Family’s auction houses," Mr. Charles said in a lowered voice.

Ye Jiuliang’s eyes darkened abruptly, "Are you sure it was him?"

Mr. Charles nodded, "It was definitely him, no mistake. However, he just showed his face at the auction house and then left. I sent people to track him, but they all lost him."

Ye Jiuliang asked, "What did he take from the auction house?"

After recalling, Mr. Charles said, "Nothing special, just a rather rare sapphire."

A sapphire?

A shadow of deep color passed through Ye Jiuliang’s eyes. She always felt there was a net being cast towards her from behind. What exactly was the person behind the scenes intending?

Mr. Charles looked at Ye Jiuliang, hesitating somewhat.

Noticing his hesitation, Ye Jiuliang spoke, her voice calm, "Grandfather Charles, please speak your mind."

"Ye, are you really confident that person will not betray you?" Mr. Charles sighed deeply, his tone grave. "I don’t hide it from you, when I saw the man you sent at the auction house again, there was a brutal, murderous look in his eyes that wasn’t there before."

"He will not betray me," Ye Jiuliang said with a certainty in her light voice.

People from the K organization do not know the word "betray."

Especially him.

She continued, "Grandfather Charles, thank you for always helping me investigate this matter. With today’s events, I think the person lurking behind the scenes must have set their sights on you now. Let this matter end here. Pretend you know nothing about it so you won’t be implicated by me."

"But..."

"Grandfather Charles, I know your kindness. This matter is unrelated to you. Please listen to me," Ye Jiuliang cut in, her voice gentle.

Seeing the resolve in her eyes, Mr. Charles’s words turned into a sigh of helplessness, "If you need help in the future, just ask."

Ye Jiuliang smiled and nodded slightly.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she looked back. The man was coming towards her with steady steps.

Mr. Charles, seeing the newcomer, smiled understandingly and quietly returned to Little Tuanzi’s room.

For a moment, only the two of them were left in the hallway.

Ye Jiuliang stepped back and relaxed her form, leaning against the tall wall.

Her eyes slightly narrowed, she watched quietly as the man’s tall figure approached.

Soon, standing before her, the man paused in his steps.

He looked down, their gazes meeting in the air.

The endless silence persisted...

Gradually, Ye Jiuliang, with her head tilted back, felt her neck getting sore.

The next second, the large hand of the man in front of her preempted her by covering the back of her neck, his cool fingertips gently kneading her nape, unhurriedly.

Ye Jiuliang hmmed twice, not forgetting to tease, "Mister Li is quite considerate, huh."

Li Mochan just glanced at her, unusually refraining from teasing her back.

"How come I never noticed Mister Li had so many strengths before? He can cook, blow-dry my hair, and now even give me massages." Her cool tone slightly lifted at the end, tinged with a somewhat cynical smile.

"Li Mochan, why do I feel like I’m being kept by you?"

Li Mochan hung his head, still silent.

Master Jiu’s life philosophy was, if you can’t tease them awake, keep teasing.

"Mister Li, give us a smile." As she spoke, her icy fingertips slid over his adam’s apple.

Once, twice...

Teetering on the edge of courting disaster.

Ye Jiuliang’s mischievous grin broke out, and suddenly her wrist was firmly seized by the person opposite her, and she silently cursed her luck.

Well, that might have been overdoing it.

As she lifted her gaze, the man’s deep ink-colored eyes conveyed a dangerous message, slightly reddish at the corners, as if struggling to contain something.

"Ye Jiuliang," his rich voice was pressed low and magnetic.

Rarely hearing him call her by her full name, Ye Jiuliang’s spirit trembled, "Hmm?"

"Ye Jiuliang," he called again, voice lower.

She still hummed in response.

"Ye Jiuliang."

"..."

"Ye, Jiuliang," he called her, pausing after each word, his voice as light as a feather brushing past the tip of her heart.

Ye Jiuliang’s lips trembled lightly, wondering if he was ever going to stop.

Suddenly, the man leaned in close, and when he spoke, his low, husky voice was utterly alluring, "Ye Jiuliang, I can be even more considerate. Want to give it a try, hmm?"

Ye Jiuliang’s bright little mind froze for a second, then quickly rebooted.

In the matter of teasing, she absolutely couldn’t lose.

With a devilish smile, Ye Jiuliang raised her hand to fiddle with the buttons on his collar, "I’ve heard that Mister Li doesn’t consort with women, and there are even rumors claiming Mister Li isn’t quite capable."

In the last sentence, she purposefully dragged out her words, laughter brimming in her eyes and brows.

Not... quite... capable?

Li Mochan savored these words, with a dark and tempting gleam flashing through his eyes.

"Then why not try now?" Saying this, he grabbed her arm, bent over, and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

The entire process was smooth and swift.

A whirl of disorientation later, Ye Jiuliang found herself wanting to cry but having no tears.

Not wanting to attract attention, Ye Jiuliang didn’t dare to scream loudly and said through gritted teeth, voice suppressed, "Li Mochan, what are you doing, put me down."

The man’s solid iron arm encircled her waist while his other hand secured her legs, blocking all her attempts to struggle.

"Little rascal, keep being cheeky." He strode forward, heading towards the balcony.

Ye Jiuliang ground her molars hard and took a chomp at his shoulder.

The next moment, her teeth nearly cracked.

Damn.

Her teeth.