Chapter 474. Seems a lot like Li Mochan from my family (four updates)

"At least this brat has some conscience," the elderly Mrs. Jiang finally revealed a long-lost smile.

It’s not a big deal if he forgot about them all, as long as he remembers Xiaojiu, that child is too pitiable.

"I’ll go make some food and some ginger tea first, Xiaojiu must not have eaten yet tonight, we can’t let her stomach go hungry," Veya said with a smile that bent her eyes, excitedly heading to the kitchen.

Mama Ju followed her as well, "Madam, let me help you."

...

The fine snow gradually became heavier, and the silver-white flakes settled on the branches, glimmering with sparkling light.

Inside the car, Li Mochan looked out the window, the hazy light blurring his angular contours.

He lifted his hand to pinch the pendant, his slightly pursed thin lips exuding strands of coldness.

Around Zhanqiao, not a single figure was seen.

Gu Xinuo sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the person with her back toward her, her face full of helplessness.

"Ajiu, will you get up, please? The ground is too cold," she said.

Ye Jiuliang was silent, with her back to her, half-closed eyes reflecting the falling snow, her pale face showing a hint of drunken blush.

The sound of a car horn came from afar, drawing Gu Xinuo’s attention.

She turned her head towards the car with the headlights shining, and raised her hand to block the dazzling light.

The next moment, she saw the person getting out of the car, and her tightly furrowed brow finally relaxed.

He still has some conscience.

She stood up, brushing off the fine snow clinging to her.

The white snow drifted down, covering the man’s black coat, the dark hem sweeping through the air, creating a chilling arc.

From a distance, Li Mochan saw the huddled figure on the ground.

His stern brows involuntarily knitted together, as he unconsciously quickened his step and rushed over.

Noticing his accelerated pace, Wei Nan gave a knowing smile.

Indeed, everyone cares the most for their own.

Gu Xinuo glanced at Li Mochan, then stepped aside to make way for him.

Lost in a half-asleep, half-drunken haze, Ye Jiuliang did not notice the person approaching from behind.

"Get up," a chilly voice sounded in her ear, the familiar tone carrying a unique magnetism.

Ye Jiuliang turned around in a drunken state, under the grim moonlight, the man’s handsome face invaded her vision.

She shook her head, already heavily intoxicated.

Ye Jiuliang grinned, "You... how come you look so much like my Li Mochan?"

"..."

The frown lines on Li Mochan’s forehead eased as he stretched out a hand to grab her arm, "Get up."

"Don’t pull me, if you keep pulling, I’ll hit you." Having drunk too much that night, Ye Jiuliang did not recognize the person, shaking her hand, trying to break free from Li Mochan’s grasp.

"Are you getting up or not?" Li Mochan grabbed her flailing hand, helped her to stand, the fine snow on his coat melting from her body heat, leaving the back of his coat wet.

A wave of inexplicable anger arose and, with a cold voice, he rebuked, "What are you doing out here in the snow, don’t you know your clothes are wet?"

Ye Jiuliang flailed about, kicking a liquor bottle to the side, creating a clink.

Seeing so many empty bottles, Li Mochan’s expression grew even colder as he roughly stripped off her coat.

"Who let you drink so much?"

"Li Mochan likes to say that too, heh," Ye Jiuliang giggled, noticing the necklace on his neck and reaching to pull it.

"This is my necklace, it’s mine."

"Stop fidgeting," Li Mochan coldly snorted, holding onto her hand and tossing her coat to the side.

"Come back with me."

"I won’t go back, I want to wait here for Li Mochan, stop pulling me," Ye Jiuliang staggered to her feet, her steps unsteady.