Chapter 718, heartless dog thing (3)

Mo Chen knew little about the old man’s affairs, and it was not easy to locate him in a short time.

"Do you think Mo Yu will tell the truth?" After drinking most of the juice, Gu Xinuo finally stopped.

That tough nut, Mo Yu, would most likely choose to make things difficult for them rather than reveal the old master Mo’s whereabouts.

Ye Jiuliang pursed his lips, contemplating, "It’s difficult, but it should be possible."

Hearing this, Gu Xinuo felt a bit more relieved.

At that moment, Li Mochan came out of the kitchen, holding a fruit platter in his hand.

He set the fruit platter on the table, complete with several small forks. Gu Xinuo didn’t hesitate and directly took one, "By the way, how is Yisheng doing, has he woken up yet?"

"Not yet." Ye Jiuliang took the small fork handed by Li Mochan, bit into an apple, crisp and sweet.

"The injury is quite serious; it will take a while to heal."

As long as he doesn’t develop a fever tonight, there shouldn’t be any other problems.

Gu Xinuo asked, "So, who is watching over him tonight?"

"Aqian."

Gu Xinuo was surprised, her tone changing, "Aqian?"

No wonder she hadn’t seen him all day. It turned out he was playing caregiver.

"Can Aqian take care of someone?"

"Maybe, should be, possibly." Ye Jiuliang struggled to hold back a laugh, not quite certain.

Gu Xinuo looked skeptical, teasing, "I can’t tell that Aqian could ever care for someone. Just make sure Yisheng’s condition doesn’t worsen under his care."

She remembered a long time ago Chu Chen rarely got sick with a fever, and at that time, it was Ji Mingqian who was by his side. It was supposed to be a mild fever, but ended up being a high fever that would not subside due to his care.

Their master had also said that out of the four of them, Aqian was the least suitable to care for someone. Relying on him to do so was just wishful thinking.

Ye Jiuliang also remembered this and looked towards Li Mochan, "Should we go check on them?"

To prevent Asheng from developing problems from Aqian’s care.

Li Mochan raised an eyebrow, the smile on his lips becoming more meaningful, "It’s fine. If he doesn’t take good care, there will always be someone to deal with him."

Ye Jiuliang was confused, "Huh?"

Who does he mean by someone?

Li Mochan didn’t plan to explain, letting her guess for herself.

...

The night deepened, silent and awkward in the room.

Having treated his wounds, Mo Chen sat motionless on the sofa.

Every now and then, his gaze secretly glanced towards the man opposite him.

Ye Yuan was looking down, oblivious to his gaze, slightly lost in thought.

"Dad."

Mo Chen spoke tentatively, meekly.

Ye Yuan pulled back his thoughts, looked up at him, his eyes questioning.

"Dad, Mom and Mo Su, they..." Mo Chen started hesitantly.

He knew the things his mother had done were unforgivable, but after all, she was his mother, and he couldn’t bear to see her lose her life.

Ye Yuan spoke sternly, "How to deal with them is up to Jiuliang. I will not interfere."

"But..." Mo Chen looked at him, on the verge of saying more but hesitated.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he remained silent.

His mother and Mo Su were in Sister Ajiu’s hands, and begging his father would be pointless and only cause him trouble.

Ye Yuan stood up, his voice detached, "Go back and rest early."

"Dad, are you going out this late?" Mo Chen looked at him with surprised eyes, asking spontaneously.

"Just going for a walk." Having said that, Ye Yuan opened the door and walked out.

Mo Chen watched the closed door, a layer of melancholy settling over his features.

What sort of grudge did his grandfather have to treat Sister Ajiu and the others this way?

**

The commotion of the streets gradually subsided. The night grew darker, the wind colder.

Remembering Ye Jiuliang’s words and worrying that Jiang Yisheng might suddenly develop a fever, Ji Mingqian stayed close by, moving a small table in front of the sickbed to eat his meals.

After finishing dinner and taking a bath, it was already eleven o’clock.

Having blow-dried his hair halfway, Ji Mingqian carelessly tousled it and sat at the foot of the bed.

Hooking a chair with his toes, he casually crossed his legs and rested them on the chair.

Ji Mingqian glanced at the person who still hadn’t woken up and couldn’t help but mutter, "You really can sleep."

As if hearing his complaint, Jiang Yisheng’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his long eyelashes trembled gently.

Ying in pain, those bewitchingly green eyes slowly opened, hazy with water, carrying a hint of confusion.

Suddenly, the man’s deep voice rose in his ear, unable to hide his surprise, "Jiang Yisheng, you’re awake. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

While speaking, he directly reached out to touch his forehead.

Thankfully, it wasn’t hot.

Stunned, Jiang Yisheng saw the familiar face in front of him, looking dumbfounded.

Why is he here?

Could it be a hallucination?

Jiang Yisheng, as if possessed, extended a hand and grasped Ji Mingqian’s fingers.

They locked eyes.

Both of them were stunned.

The air around them seemed to solidify, and breathing became cautious and tentative.

Ji Mingqian looked at the hand holding his thumb, raised an eyebrow, and deliberately said, "Jiang Yisheng, is this what you meant by boundaries between friends?"

Jiang Yisheng came back to his senses, released his hand as if burned, and quickly avoided his teasing gaze, asking hoarsely, "Why are you here?"

"How come I can’t be here? I saved you. Are you planning to desert me now that you’ve crossed the river?" Ji Mingqian retracted his hand, leaned back, and looked at him with a half-smile, arms crossed.

Jiang Yisheng awkwardly said, "Thank you."

"That didn’t sound sincere at all," Ji Mingqian scoffed.

Looking around, Jiang Yisheng changed the subject, "Where are my cousins?"

Ji Mingqian was utterly exasperated, he’d been looking after him for so long without even a smile in return, and yet Jiang Yisheng thought to ask about Li Mochan.

Ungrateful jerk.

He said fiercely, "They’ve gone back."

Suddenly remembering something, Jiang Yisheng’s gaze darted eagerly to his side.

His necklace was missing.

In the moment, he forgot the injuries on his body and attempted to get up in a flustered manner.

Making a too hasty move, he inevitably pulled at the wound on his chest.

"Hiss..."

His face turned pale, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

It hurt.

Ji Mingqian leaned in close, placing a hand on his shoulder, his voice deepening, "Are you crazy? What’s the rush? Did you pull your wound? Does it hurt a lot?"

Jiang Yisheng bit his lip and stubbornly said, "It doesn’t hurt."

With his face this pale, yet he claims it doesn’t hurt?

Ji Mingqian’s eyes darkened, and he lightly prodded his chest, "Really doesn’t hurt?"

"Hiss."

Jiang Yisheng glared at him, "Why are you poking my wound?"

Ji Mingqian curled his lip, deliberately asking, "I thought you said it didn’t hurt?"

Jiang Yisheng fell silent, brushed off his hand, as the anesthetic wore off, the burning pain in his chest intensified.

"Were you just looking for something?" Ji Mingqian calmly withdrew his hand and tentatively asked.

Jiang Yisheng denied without hesitation, "No."

"Really?" Ji Mingqian looked at him dubiously, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth.