Chapter 669. Who cares about you (first update)

"Burn, don’t get me wrong, I’m really just interested in the mechanism of that iron box, nothing else," the woman in black said, smoothing things over, "If possible, I would like to meet with that friend of yours and see if he would sell the iron box to me, no matter the cost, I can agree."

"Sorry, I really can’t divulge my friend’s whereabouts, but I’ll pass on your message," Burn said in a flat tone.

Noticing Burn’s impatience, the woman in black didn’t press further, politely adding, "Then I’ll trouble you, Mr. Burn."

"If there’s nothing else, I won’t see you out," Burn stood up, tapping his folding fan against his palm.

Having been given her cue to leave, the woman in black knew she couldn’t stay any longer.

Her face, hidden behind a mask, showed a hint of annoyance as she slowly stood up, "Sorry for coming unannounced today and causing a disturbance."

Burn nodded, secretly grumbling to himself, knowing she was a disturbance and yet not hurrying off.

After the woman in black left, the manager came in.

Burn’s expression was slightly cold, gone was the previous warmth, "Have someone follow her."

"Yes," the manager nodded.

Turning off the surveillance monitor, Ye Jiuliang fiddled with the remote control.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed through his mind.

"I’ve got it."

Li Mochan looked down at her, confusion in his eyes.

Ye Jiuliang grabbed his hand, her brow smoothing, "I remember now, that woman in black who just came by, she’s the woman who follows Mo Yu, the one named Aqiao."

She was wrapped up very tightly, but a person’s way of walking is formed over a long time and is hard to change overnight.

That woman named Aqiao has a habit of stepping forward with her left foot first, and her left shoulder is slightly lower than her right.

She accidentally noticed it during dinner at the Mo’s, when Mo Yu asked Aqiao to fetch the bowls and chopsticks.

Unexpectedly, her observation had come in useful.

If she had suspected before that all of this was related to the Mo Family, now she could be almost certain that the Mo Family was involved in all of it.

From the beginning to the end, the Mo Family had been the ones wanting to deal with them.

Just then, Burn walked in through the door.

As he entered, he cursed, "Damn thieves, they sure know how to slip away fast."

Two sets of eyes looked at him simultaneously, and Burn exhaled frustratedly.

"That woman got away, my guys lost her," he said.

Ye Jiuliang poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, "Have a cup of tea to cool down, no need to search anymore, I know who it is."

"Who is it?" Burn’s hand froze as he picked up the tea cup, his gaze curiously turned to her, "Is it related to the Mo Family?"

Ye Jiuliang nodded lightly, teasing, "You catch on quick, don’t you?"

"Of course, I have an IQ of 180, you know," Burn boasted.

Ye Jiuliang feigned disgust, "That’s nothing to brag about."

Burn snorted, "It’s getting late, are you coming to dinner if I treat you?"

"If you’re treating, of course we’re coming, it’s all free after all," Ye Jiuliang said, her brows arching playfully as she hooked her arm through Li Mochan’s, "Right, Mo?"

Li Mochan nodded in agreement, "He’s got plenty of money, we can order whatever we want."

At those words, Ye Jiuliang laughed while Burn brooded.

He should have known better than to offer; this couple was more merciless than the other.

Indeed, he’d befriended a pair of scoundrels.

...

After browsing the art exhibition, it was already noon.

Jiang Yisheng lifted his hand to shade his eyes with the brim of his hat, aimlessly wandering the streets.

Around the square, many street performers were playing guitar and singing songs.

The cheery atmosphere attracted wave after wave of tourists to linger, the azure sky, dreamlike bubbles, upbeat melodies...

Everything was so intoxicating.

Jiang Yisheng strolled along, pausing now and then, his cup of coffee already emptied.

Passing a motorcycle dealership, he inexplicably stopped in his tracks, his bewitching green eyes admiring each motorcycle, unavoidably reminded of that person.

"Stop the car."

The brakes activated, and the engine switched off.

The black luxury car pulled over to the side of the road.

Mo Su lifted her hand to remove her sunglasses, and her brown eyes gazed at the figure across the street, a cunning dark gleam surfacing in the depths of her eyes.

Jiang Yisheng?

How could he appear here?

The last time at the entrance of Mo Garden, he had the audacity to confront her; it was time for him to pay the price.

"Heh."

Mo Su chuckled coldly and put her sunglasses back on.

"Let’s go."

The driver nodded and drove away.

Unaware that he was being watched, Jiang Yisheng entered the car dealership, browsed for a while, but left without purchasing anything.

...

"Achen, your phone is ringing."

Gu Xinuo, holding the phone, jogged into the kitchen.

After turning off the stove and lifting the lid off the pot, Chu Chen finally freed his hand to take the phone.

He slid to answer, and Qin Er’s voice reached his ear, "Boss, there’s movement at the J State base. We’ve received word that someone infiltrated the base is planning to act tomorrow night."

The fish had taken the bait.

Chu Chen gave a cold smile and instructed in a calm voice, "Hold your positions, don’t let them sense anything odd. Continue playing along with them. I will return tonight."

After hanging up, he turned back.

Seeing the "little cat" stealing bites at the stove, his thinly carved lips slightly curled, "It hasn’t been seasoned yet, don’t you find it tasteless?"

Gu Xinuo put down the soup ladle, pouting, "I’m hungry."

"Now you know, you should have had more for lunch," Chu Chen said as he rolled up his sleeves and gently flicked her forehead.

She never listened when told not to snack so much, leading to her not eating enough at lunch. Now, unsurprisingly, she was aware of her hunger.

To avoid his continued nagging, Gu Xinuo quickly changed the subject, "So, who was on the phone?"

"Qin Er," he replied, "There’s a situation at the J State base."

Gu Xinuo looked up at him, "Are you going back?"

Chu Chen hummed in affirmation, then stretched out his hand to pinch her face, "I’ll leave after dinner with you. Wait for me obediently here; I’ll be back soon."

"Don’t get hurt," Gu Xinuo advised habitually.

To them, injuries were just a part of their routine, but she still couldn’t help uttering this phrase, as if it would bring her some peace of mind.

Chu Chen’s eyes and brows tinged with a smile, "Okay."

"Can we start dinner then?" Not fond of the heavy mood, Gu Xinuo cheerfully asked, "I’m almost starving to death here."

He laughed softly, "Go take a seat in the dining room."

Gu Xinuo bent her lips into a smile and helped carry the bowls and utensils out.

...

The night was cool, and the dim yellow light reflected off the lake’s surface.

The cold breeze blew by, lifting the curtains with the wind.

Ye Jiuliang sat by the bed, watching the man who was putting on his coat, her red lips slightly pursed, appearing somewhat listless.

"Li Mochan, when will you be back?"

The man hadn’t even left yet, but she was already feeling the pangs of separation.

Could it be the pregnancy that was making her feel so unusually sentimental?

After straightening his collar, Li Mochan walked over, lifted her into his arms, and encircled her waist with his strong arm, "Didn’t you just urge me to leave quickly?"

Ye Jiuliang hummed softly, pulled open his coat, and buried her head in his chest, stubbornly saying, "Who cares about you."

The little rascal was saying one thing and meaning another,

Li Mochan couldn’t help but chuckle, lifting his hand to stroke her head, "Shall I read you a storybook until you fall asleep before I go?"