Chapter 264, Beautiful elder sister is good (second update)

"Asheng, do you think I look good like this?"

The gentle voice fell on his ears, and Jiang Yisheng, without looking up, still focused on the book in his hands, hummed noncommittally, "Good looking."

"Jiang Yisheng, you didn’t even look and said it’s good looking, are you just brushing off your beautiful mommy like this?"

The woman complained dissatisfiedly, and Jiang Yisheng had no choice but to put down the book temporarily.

When he lifted his eyes, he was almost scared out of his wits.

His clear green eyes blinked, and Jiang Yisheng recovered his composure.

He spoke tactfully, "Mom, isn’t your makeup... a bit too heavy?"

If his dad saw this, his reaction would probably be quite something.

Thick eyeliner, fiery red lips, topped with smoky makeup—was she planning to go clubbing?

"Doesn’t it look good?" Veya looked at herself in the mirror, feeling quite pleased with her appearance.

"It’s not ugly," Jiang Yisheng coughed lightly, "Why did you suddenly decide to put on such heavy makeup?"

In his memory, he remembered that the matriarch of their house did not like heavy makeup; she always wore light makeup.

"Isn’t Ahan bringing his wife home today? I’m giving them a surprise," Veya said as she picked up colored contact lenses and put them on, turning her green eyes into deep blue.

"To tease my niece-in-law."

Jiang Yisheng’s mouth twitched uncontrollably, "Mom, you might scare people off like this."

"Is it that serious?" Veya pouted, "The wife Ahan chose is surely interesting, and definitely not faint-hearted."

She rose to her feet and walked to the wardrobe, sliding the door open. Various styles of long dresses were lined up, most still with their tags attached.

Veya casually took two dresses, and walked excitedly to Jiang Yisheng, "Asheng, help me take a look, how about these two dresses?"

Jiang Yisheng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, glanced at the dresses in her hands, and smiled with a lifted lip.

"Mom, you should put these dresses back, dad won’t agree to you wearing them."

If it wasn’t exposing the back, it was a high slit; his dad would probably carry her back directly upon seeing those.

"Your dad doesn’t have the final say; I only wear them occasionally, and besides, I’m not going out in them," Veya said, soundly less confident.

Jiang Yisheng raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure dad doesn’t have the final say?"

Questioned by her son, Veya laughed in irritation, "You little brat, whose side are you on? Never mind, I won’t ask you anymore. It’s pointless anyway."

That was exactly what he was waiting for. Jiang Yisheng didn’t stop walking as he left, "Then I’ll head out first, you take your time choosing."

Going back to the living room, Jiang Yisheng finally sighed in relief.

"Grandma, dad," he greeted.

"Asheng, where’s your mom?" Jiang Hai asked.

"Mom is doing her makeup in the room," Jiang Yisheng said vaguely.

Just then, Sister Ju hurried in.

With a joyous smile on her face, she announced, "Madame, Young Master Mohan has returned."

At the news, the old lady Madame Jiang sprang to her feet and hurried outside with surprising agility.

"Mom, slow down," Jiang Hai called after her, his voice tinged with helplessness.

On the verdant lawn of the courtyard, a white airplane stood firmly parked.

Ye Jiuliang got off the plane, her eyes still groggy and her mind slightly muddled.

Li Mochan held her, rubbing her arms, "Are you cold?"

The weather here was a lot cooler than in the capital, especially in the morning when the temperature dropped even more.

Still sleepy, Ye Jiuliang turned and rested her forehead against his chest, muttering, "Tired."

Li Mochan chuckled softly and affectionately rubbed her head, "Do you want to go back to the room to sleep for a while?"

Ye Jiuliang raised her hand to massage the center of her forehead and incidentally gave him an eye roll.

"The old lady and the others are coming out," Wei Bei said, noticing the approaching figures and speaking up to announce their arrival.

Hearing this, Ye Jiuliang turned around and saw that Madam Jiang and her party were already almost in front of her.

"Grandma Jiang," Ye Jiuliang called out softly.

Madam Jiang’s eyes crinkled into a smile, affectionately taking her hand, "Xiaojiu, you’re finally here. Are you tired from the long flight? Have you had breakfast? Are you hungry?"

In the meantime, Jiang Hai was sizing up Ye Jiuliang, who was dressed in black pants and a white short sleeve top, simple and refreshing. Her delicate face was without makeup, her brows like crescents, lips red as blood, and a gentle smile that outshined the most vibrant flowers.

This was a hundred times better than the "good-looking" Asheng had described.

Off to the side, Li Mochan was completely ignored, as if he was something picked out from a trash can.

"Grandma Jiang, I..." Ye Jiuliang began, but the old lady interrupted her.

"We’re all family now, just call me grandma," she said.

Ye Jiuliang laughed softly, without any awkwardness, "Grandma."

Madam Jiang was all smiles, her hand clutching Ye Jiuliang’s and not letting go, "Grandma has prepared so many delicious things for you. Let’s go to the living room and chat. The others can handle the luggage."

Li Mochan watched as his fiancee was whisked away, a hint of helplessness crossing his eyes.

"Ahan, you have good taste," Jiang Hai said, patting his shoulder and praising him with a smile.

Li Mochan’s eyebrows lifted, his pride evident.

In the living room, the old lady seemed to wish she could move all the best things in the world in front of Ye Jiuliang.

The table was piled with snacks, and Ye Jiuliang’s eyes sparkled at the sight.

"Come on, Xiaojiu, take whatever you like. Don’t be shy; make yourself at home," Madam Jiang said as she handed a yogurt to Ye Jiuliang, even going so far as to insert the straw for her.

"Thank you, grandma," said Ye Jiuliang, taking the yogurt and speaking sweetly.

The soft voice calling out "Grandma" melted Madam Jiang’s heart entirely.

The sound of high heels clacking on the stairs echoed, followed by a woman’s gentle voice.

"I heard Ahan is back. Where is he?"

Madam Jiang turned her head and saw the figure appearing at the stairway, the smile on her face suddenly freezing.

The first thought in her mind was, what kind of demon is this?

"Grandma, who’s this young girl?"

Veya was wearing a red backless dress that outlined her enchanting figure perfectly.

Madam Jiang’s mouth twitched. Grandma?

Had her daughter-in-law been provoked today?

Veya made herself comfortable next to Ye Jiuliang, sizing her up covertly, "You must be Ahan’s friend, right? I’m his fiancee, Tina. Nice to meet you."

As she spoke, she extended her hand.

Ye Jiuliang, sipping on her straw, looked at the woman before her with smoky eyes and the hint of a mischievous smile at the corners of her mouth.

This seemed like it could be interesting.

She extended her hand generously, "Hello, beautiful sister."

"Beautiful sister?" Veya’s eyes darted in surprise. Had she misheard what was just said?

She emphasized, "Young lady, I said I am Li Mochan’s fiancee."

Ye Jiuliang titled her head, retracting her hand, a smile still playing on her lips, "I know, you mentioned it just now."

Veya was taken aback by the overly calm response, wondering if Ye Jiuliang saw through her act.

Just then, Li Mochan and a few others walked into the living room.

When Jiang Hai saw the figure on the sofa, his handsome face darkened, nearly losing his cool.

This woman really needed to be put in her place, daring to wear such a scantily clad dress.