Chapter 590, even if he sends it, I might not necessarily accept it (in the dead of night)

The phone buzzed and vibrated, and Li Mochan took it out—it was a call from home.

Ye Jiuliang leaned in close as Li Mochan hit the speakerphone button to answer.

"Ahan," the strong voice of Mrs. Jiang echoed from the phone.

Ye Jiuliang’s lips curled into a smile as she leaned in Li Mochan’s embrace and shouted towards the phone, "Grandma."

Hearing her voice, Mrs. Jiang immediately laughed out loud, "Xiaojiu, when are you coming back?"

"In another couple of days," Ye Jiuliang said. "Is Asheng at home?"

"He’s gone out. Said a few friends invited him out to eat and incidentally celebrate his birthday," reported Mrs. Jiang.

Ye Jiuliang chuckled, "Mohan and I have sent Asheng a birthday present. Tell him to remember to sign for it."

Mrs. Jiang agreed, "Okay. Xiaojiu, whenever you want, just let me know and I’ll have Aju prepare something delicious for you two."

Ye Jiuliang was both amused and touched, "Okay."

Before they could talk much further, it seemed someone had arrived at Mrs. Jiang’s place, and she hung up the phone.

"Is Yisheng’s birthday today?" Gu Xinuo asked Ye Jiuliang with curiosity.

Ye Jiuliang replied, "Yeah, today."

Gu Xinuo inquired, "What does Yisheng like? I’ll get him a gift."

"You could send him a red envelope. Asheng says he’s broke," Ye Jiuliang joked.

At that, Gu Xinuo couldn’t help but laugh, "Alright, I’ll send him a red envelope."

Saying so, she took out her phone, searched for Jiang Yisheng’s WeChat, and really started to prepare to send him a red envelope.

"Who are you sending a red envelope to?" Ji Mingqian came out of the kitchen and happened to overhear Gu Xinuo’s last words, asking casually.

"Is there any for those who hear about it?"

Gu Xinuo complained, "Dream on. Wait for your own birthday."

"Whose birthday is it?" he asked.

Ye Jiuliang said coolly, "Asheng’s."

Ji Mingqian looked astonished as he exclaimed, "Jiang Yisheng’s birthday?"

"No way, Aqian, you hang out with Yisheng so often, and you don’t know his birthday?" Gu Xinuo curled her lip and mercilessly teased, "Don’t tell me you’re trying to save money by not getting him a birthday gift?"

Ji Mingqian glanced at her sidelong and said somberly, "As expected, you are influenced by the company you keep—you’re just as annoying as Achen."

Ye Jiuliang burst out laughing, while Li Mochan reached out to protect her, preventing her from bumping into anything.

"Now that you know, you better hurry up and pick out a birthday gift for him." After sending the red envelope, Gu Xinuo put down her phone.

Ji Mingqian said nonchalantly, "At his age, what does he need birthday gifts for? Childish."

Upon hearing this, Li Mochan glanced in his direction with a significant look.

His thin lips parted slightly, "I will make sure to pass that message on."

Ji Mingqian’s eyes widened, "Li Mochan, must you be so underhanded?"

Intentionally stirring up trouble?

Li Mochan asked calmly, "Wasn’t that what you just said?"

Ji Mingqian was left speechless, "I... "

Shit.

So everyone was ganging up on him—was there no justice left?

Watching Ji Mingqian’s constipated expression, Ye Jiuliang smiled mischievously, "I’m going to call Asheng right now."

She took Li Mochan’s phone, pretending to call Jiang Yisheng.

"Ye Jiuliang, don’t stir up trouble for me," Ji Mingqian reached out to snatch away the phone, but he was stopped in his tracks by a cold glare from Li Mochan.

In the meantime, the call had already gone through.

It only rang twice before a warm voice came through the phone.

"Cousin?"

"Asheng, it’s me." Ye Jiuliang glanced at Ji Mingqian and a naughty smile played on her lips, "Happy birthday, ha."

On the other end of the line, Jiang Yisheng was bemused, but couldn’t help chuckling, "Are you coming back to have birthday cake?"

"I would love to, but I won’t be able to have any today."

Ignoring Ji Mingqian’s waving hands, Ye Jiuliang started stirring things up, "Asheng, Aqian said you’re too old for birthday gifts and called you childish."

Ji Mingqian grabbed a throw pillow and covered his face with it. It was over.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while before Jiang Yisheng spoke in a lukewarm tone, "If he gives one, I’m not necessarily keen on accepting. Doesn’t he have any sense to realize who’s the childish one?"

Ji Mingqian could hear the loudspeaker very clearly.

His handsome face suddenly darkened as he threw away the throw pillow with a hint of venting.

He was being dismissive now, as if he didn’t even want to give him a gift. How delusional.

Ye Jiuliang held back a laugh, "Alright, I’ll pass the message on for you."

The phone had just hung up when Gu Xinuo couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore.

"Aqian, Yisheng called you childish, did you catch that? Look at your reputation, what a fail."

Ji Mingqian glared at her, "You wouldn’t be considered a mute even if you kept quiet."

He stood up, "Mahjong, are you coming or not?"

Ye Jiuliang was fired up, "I’m in. Get your wallet ready for me."

Ji Mingqian, "Dream on."

Meanwhile.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yisheng suddenly lost his appetite.

That damned Ji Mingqian, who wants his gifts anyway, and he dares to call him childish!

He really didn’t know who it was that would take to Weibo to rant at the drop of a hat—accusing him of being childish when he himself lacked maturity.

...

It was late at night, and Mo Yuan got home almost at eleven o’clock.

He habitually headed to the study, only to find the study door locked.

He tugged at the doorknob, frowning deeply.

What happened? Who locked the study room door?

At that moment, Aqiao came upstairs and said respectfully, "Master, there’s a water leak in the study’s restroom, and it hasn’t been cleaned up yet. Please go rest in your room for now."

"A leak?" Mo Yuan frowned.

Aqiao nodded.

Mo Yuan reached out, "Give me the keys."

Expecting his suspicion, Aqiao took out the keys from her pocket and handed them to him.

Mo Yuan took the keys, unlocked the door, and reached for the switch on the wall.

As the room lit up, he headed straight for the restroom.

Pushing open the door, the floor was wet, and water had spilled out to the doorway; it was indeed leaking as Aqiao had said.

After closing the door, Mo Yuan walked back out.

The bedroom next door had its door wide open, and he walked straight in.

Inside, Mo Yu had already washed up, her elegant figure outlined by a purple nightgown.

Seeing him come in, a tender smile appeared on her face, "Mo Yuan, have you had dinner? Do you want me to ask the kitchen to make something for you?"

"No need, I’ve already eaten outside," Mo Yuan said while walking toward the wardrobe.

"Do you want to take a bath? Shall I run the bathwater for you?" Mo Yu walked up behind him, asking thoughtfully.

Mo Yuan took out a set of clothes and casually closed the wardrobe door, "No need, I’ll just shower in the guest room."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu’s smile couldn’t hold up.

She struggled to stretch her lips, forcing a smile and asked, "Will you be staying in the guest room tonight?"

The study was unavailable, so he was going to stay in the guest room—where did that leave her?

Mo Yuan hummed an acknowledgment, "You should rest early too."

With that, he walked towards the door with his clothes in hand.

"Mo Yuan, you stop right there," Mo Yu shouted through gritted teeth.

By the door, hearing the commotion inside, Aqiao tactfully closed the door to avoid drawing the attention of others and becoming a spectacle.