Chapter 498, Who is cheating whom (Part 3)

The middle-aged man stood up and sneaked a glance at Li Mochan, nervously reporting his work.

The lengthy report echoed in the meeting room one wave after another, lingering for a long time.

After the last person finished their report, the meeting room suddenly fell into silence.

The young man lifted his hand and gently touched the frame of his glasses on the bridge of his nose, cautiously glanced at the person seated at the head of the table, and slowly sat down.

From the beginning to the end, Li Mochan hadn’t said a word.

The more silent he was, the more the people sitting beside him couldn’t figure out his thoughts, and the more terrified they became.

Li Mochan closed the file and casually threw it onto the table.

"Snap—"

Everyone’s hearts trembled along with the sound, and they couldn’t help but swallow hard.

"The development zone hasn’t even started construction yet and we’ve already given the other side a five percent advantage. The subsequent work is complicated, and there’s no clearly designated person in charge," Li Mochan leaned back, casting a sidelong glance at them with his soul-capturing ink-dark eyes, a cold light flashed.

"Is this the best plan you can come up with?"

The low and cold voice was like a chilling breeze, making people shiver uncontrollably.

The plan of fooling Li Mochan, hoping his memory loss would make things easier for them, fell through; everyone bowed their heads, their complexions slightly pale.

Li Mochan stood up, sweeping his profound gaze over everyone, "If there’s no new plan by tomorrow afternoon, leave and let your resignation letters remain."

Everyone nodded hastily, "Yes."

Securing a position at MK Group was an incredibly difficult feat; very few were willing to leave, especially considering the salary and benefits were rarely matched by others.

Wei Bei also stood up, curved his finger and knocked on the tabletop, deliberately rattling them, "Clear your heads, MK Group doesn’t keep the incompetent, put away your little schemes."

There was no need for their master to attend this meeting today; showing up was to dispel certain speculations and unwarranted scheming.

Everyone hung their heads low, and hearing the latter half of Wei Bei’s words, their anxiety intensified.

Only after Li Mochan and Wei Bei had walked far away did everyone finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"It looks like the president hasn’t lost his memory at all, he’s still as terrifying as ever."

"Exactly, the moment he looked at me, I felt like I was suffocating."

That was a close call, felt like I’d just walked in front of the King of Hell.

...

Before evening, the entrance to the VI Club was deserted.

In the private room, Ye Jiuliang sat at the table, which was covered with carving tools.

A small section of the surface of the Mysterious Iron in front of her was already carved.

She dropped the small dagger in her hand, flexing her sore wrist.

This damn thing is really hard to carve.

It’s both exhausting and taxing.

"Knock knock—"

Two knocks on the door stopped.

"Come in."

The door wasn’t locked, a slight turn of the doorknob and it opened.

The footsteps didn’t sound like Xue Wu’s; Ye Jiuliang raised her head and looked into the man’s teasing dark eyes, curling her lips into a smile.

"How come you’re here?"

Li Mochan walked to the table, his eyes scanning the items on it, his lips curving slightly, "Have you been busy with this all morning?"

Ye Jiuliang hummed in acknowledgment, circled around the table and walked to his side.

"Nothing at the company?"

Li Mochan glanced at the Mysterious Iron and nodded lightly.

"So, you’ll accompany me this afternoon?" Ye Jiuliang lifted her hand to hook around his neck, hanging on him as if it had become a habit.

Li Mochan chuckled, "Is there a benefit for me?"

He still knows to look for benefits, this kid.

Ye Jiuliang teased, "Li Mochan, like this I really might suspect you’ve regained your memory already."

"Why’s that?"

"Because you were just as scheming before, always asking me for benefits," she complained.

Li Mohan watched her with a smile that was not quite a smile, "So, what benefits have you given me?"

"Trying to pry secrets from me?" Ye Jiuliang saw through his thoughts and huffed lightly, "I won’t tell you; you’ll have to guess on your own."

Li Mohan reached out and gently scratched the tip of her nose, "Can’t you be less clever?"

"I can’t, I’m afraid you’ll trick me." Ye Jiuliang rested her head on his shoulder, her smile making her eyes curve up.

Li Mohan showed a helpless expression, "Who is tricking who, exactly?"

"Obviously, it’s you tricking me, Lord. This face of mine just looks so innocent."

Li Mohan pretended to examine her face seriously, "Where’s the innocence? I just don’t see it."

"Fine, you’re sleeping on the couch tonight." Ye Jiuliang hopped down from him, standing firm on both feet.

"Lord won’t serve you anymore."

She had just taken a step when the man’s iron arm stuck to her, firmly wrapping around her waist.

A deep voice sounded by her ear, "Who exactly is serving whom, hm?"

Ye Jiuliang struggled to keep her smile in check, grudgingly admitting, "Lord serves you."

Li Mohan’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his arm lifting her, trapping her in his embrace.

"It seems last night I didn’t serve well enough. Shall we continue now?"

Ye Jiuliang grinned, pushing against his shoulders, "Stop, stop, I’m hungry. Lord, I’m treating you to a meal."

"Then who is serving whom?" Li Mohan stubbornly persisted.

Ye Jiuliang, torn between laughter and tears, "You serve me, okay?"

She was truly at her wit’s end with him.

Li Mohan let go of her, smoothing out her slightly disheveled hair, "What do you want to eat?"

"Let’s go to Jiangyue Restaurant. I’ve also invited Aqian."

Li Mohan frowned, his tone clearly expressing disdain, "Why invite him?"

Ye Jiuliang pointed to the Mysterious Iron on the table, "He drew the design; there are some details I need to ask him about."

Speaking, she pinched his chin lightly, "Why do you dislike him so much?"

This disdain had been the same from the past to the present.

Li Mohan turned his head away, "Why do I need a reason to dislike him."

Ye Jiuliang held back her laughter, pulling his hand to walk outside.

"Let’s go, my Lord Li the Fifth."

...

When they arrived at Jiangyue Restaurant, Ye Jiuliang also ran into two familiar faces.

"Asheng, how come you two are also here to eat?" Ye Jiuliang spotted Jiang Yisheng coming down from Feng Yi’s car and walked over.

Feng Yi closed the car door, looking up at them, "Got hungry and came over to find something to eat. What are you two doing here?"

Ye Jiuliang said, "The same."

"Then let’s eat together." Feng Yi suggested, "The more the merrier."

Ye Jiuliang joked, "Are you treating?"

"You’re the president of MK Group now and still so stingy." Feng Yi rolled his eyes and teased without reservation.

The group chatted and laughed as they made their way into a private room.

When Feng Yi heard the order for five sets of tableware, he looked up from the menu, puzzled, and turned to Ye Jiuliang, "Is someone else coming?"

"Aqian will arrive later." Ye Jiuliang said.

Jiang Yisheng’s gaze flickered, his mind clearly not on the content of the menu.

"Asheng, have you decided yet?" Seeing that Jiang Yisheng had been pondering over the menu for a long time, Feng Yi asked.

Jiang Yisheng closed the menu and placed it aside, smiling faintly, "I’m not picky, you all decide."

Feng Yi furrowed his brows, inquiring, "Asheng, I heard from Wen Rang that you were distracted in the meeting this morning. What’s wrong?"

The same thing happened in the car; he had talked a bunch and Asheng had barely responded.

"It’s nothing, I drank too much yesterday and my head is still a bit foggy." Jiang Yisheng found an excuse and calmly lied.

Hearing this, the corners of Feng Yi’s mouth twitched slightly.

Can a single drink make one dizzy for so long?