Chapter 261, My last name can be Jiang (Sangeng).

"My shoulder hurts so much," Ye Jiuliang’s eyes shimmered as she scrunched up her little face, whimpering pitifully.

Her shoulder wound was from a gunshot, and Li Mochan was afraid she had really pulled at the injury, so the smile on his face vanished in an instant.

"Come here, let me take a look."

Confronted with his serious gaze, Ye Jiuliang grinned sheepishly, "It seems like it’s not that painful anymore."

At her words, Li Mochan’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice full of certainty as he asked doubtfully, "Are you tricking me?"

"It really hurts," Ye Jiuliang felt a chill at her neck and immediately changed her tune.

Li Mochan also understood the story of the boy who cried wolf.

He reached out toward the woman wrapped up like a silkworm baby, and Ye Jiuliang instinctively rolled to the side.

For a moment, she forgot about the injury on her shoulder.

This time she really pressed on the wound, and it pained her so much that she couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

Damn.

She’d played herself.

Li Mochan noticed something was wrong and quickly dug her out from the covers.

Touching her deathly pale little face, he asked urgently, "Did you pull at the injury?"

After a moment, Ye Jiuliang tugged at her lip, "Just bumped it a little, it’s nothing serious."

"Can you just be honest for once?" Li Mochan breathed a sigh of relief and flicked her forehead lightly.

"It’s your fault for scaring me," Ye Jiuliang snarled, burrowing into his embrace.

Li Mochan couldn’t help but laugh, starting to settle the score for her earlier teasing, "When have I not fed you that you’ve become so thin, huh?"

Ye Jiuliang didn’t make a sound.

"It seems I should really check to see where exactly you’ve become thin and make some nourishing soup for you tomorrow," Li Mochan suggested with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his cool fingertips wandering over her neck.

Ye Jiuliang’s eyes widened as she caught the implication in his words and quickly tried to appease him, "I was just kidding; I’ve clearly gained weight."

"I think I should check it myself," Li Mochan said unhurriedly.

"..."

Ye Jiuliang grabbed his hand, smiling ingratiatingly, and blathered solemnly, "No, no, it’s late, and I’m tired. Patients need to rest early so that their wounds heal faster."

Every time she flirts, she becomes timid; the one who suffers is always him.

Li Mochan gazed at her deeply, his lips curving into an intriguing smile, "Will you come back to M country with me once the injury is healed?"

"Sure," Ye Jiuliang agreed readily.

Seeing her so compliant, Li Mochan decided to let her off. She still had injuries, and he was just teasing her without any intention to really bother her.

Ye Jiuliang adjusted to a comfortable position in his arms and suddenly remembered something, "Mohan, where a did you put the backpack I left at your place that day?"

"Is there something important inside?" Li Mochan pretended to be confused, feigning ignorance.

She nodded, "Didn’t you bring it back?"

Li Mochan’s lips lightly curved, "Is the important item a wooden figure?"

Ye Jiuliang paused for a moment, then realizing what he meant, she smiled brilliantly, realizing he had already seen it.

"Do you like it?"

Li Mochan pinched her fair little face, "You carved it?"

Ye Jiuliang beamed proudly, boasting, "Of course. Does it look good?"

Li Mochan hummed, asking softly, "Am I the first?"

"Hm?"

"The wooden figure," he emphasized.

Ye Jiuliang instantly understood his meaning and shook her head, smilingly.

"Then who else is there?" he asked with a sour face.

Ye Jiuliang, seeing his jealous expression, couldn’t help but laugh, "Li Mochan, are you jealous of a motorcycle too?"

He might as well change his name to Li Vinegar God.

Li Mochan’s expression instantly turned from cloudy to sunny as he confirmed once more, "So, other than a motorcycle, the only wood carving you’ve made is of me?"

Ye Jiuliang gave him a look, "Yes, the only human wood sculpture I’ve sent is to you. Are you satisfied now?"

Carving took too much time, and she had only carved a motorcycle long ago when she was just learning to carve "me".

A human wood sculpture, he was the first.

Upon hearing this, Li Mochan’s satisfaction could not be any fuller, his brows and eyes brimming with a smile.

Seeing the childishly grinning gentleman, Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but chuckle.

Was there any need to be this happy?

...

In just one day, the Wang Family was sealed off, followed by the downfall of the Su Family, and then Li Hong of the Li Family was also ruined. All sorts of charges were pinned on them, and for a time, many groups and clans that had cooperative relations or close ties with these three families were affected.

A bloody storm swept through the capital, and not only the top giants but many powerful figures in the circle were impacted to varying degrees, all wailing about their misfortunes.

When people in the circle learned that Ye Jiuliang was the origin of this turmoil, they were shocked beyond belief.

Especially after hearing that Li Mochan, in a fit of anger for his beloved, personally took down the side branch of the Li Family for Ye Jiuliang, they were thrilled and once again clearly realized a fact: offending Ye Jiuliang was tantamount to offending Li Mochan.

Because Li Hong’s side branch was ruined, the old master of the Li Family was so angry he took to his bed.

The day before leaving for the United States, Li Mochan made a trip back to the mansion.

Seeing Li Mochan, the old master’s heart still simmered with anger, his face cold.

"What are you doing back here? To see if you’ve angered me to death?"

"Isn’t it you who called me back?" Li Mochan asked in a light tone.

Upon hearing this, the old master’s barely settled blood pressure shot up again, "I’m asking you, do you have to be with that girl Ye Jiuliang?"

Li Mochan hummed in agreement.

"That girl has thrown the capital into chaos. If she enters our Li Family’s door in the future, isn’t our Li Family going to be in constant turmoil?" the old master said angrily.

Li Mochan lifted his gaze to look at him, and in a low, magnetic voice, he said, "I can take the Jiang surname."

"You, you little rascal, what did you say?" the old master’s face turned pale with anger, feeling dizzy.

For the sake of Ye Jiuliang, he was even willing to change his family name.

He was truly defying him.

"Soon, I will marry her. If you are unwilling to make the marriage proposal, my grandmother and uncle are more than willing to do so. Compared to the Li Family’s door, Jiuliang would be more willing to enter the Jiang Family’s door," Li Mochan said calmly.

"I have to leave now for some other matters, take your time to rest."

With those words, he walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

The old master was so angry he pounded his chest and stomped his feet, grabbing the vase from the bedside table and throwing it towards the door.

"You rebellious son, Li Mochan, come back here!"

This son was a waste, swayed by others, and now he even wanted to change his surname, it was utterly outrageous.

...

Mo Garden

After taking a nap and waking up naturally, Ye Jiuliang went downstairs in search of something to eat.

In the spacious living room, only Wei Xi and Wei Bei were present.

Seeing her come downstairs, Wei Xi and Wei Bei called out in unison, "Madam."

"Where’s Li Mochan?" she asked.

"The master has gone out and will be back soon," Wei Xi said.

Ye Jiuliang let out a sound of acknowledgment and walked towards the kitchen.

With a box of milk in hand, Ye Jiuliang sipped through the straw and walked out nonchalantly.

Feeling two pairs of eyes fixed on her, she glanced to the side slightly.

Three gazes met in the air, and she tugged at her lip.

"Got something to say?"