Chapter 731, No peace even after death (1)

After a while, Ji Mingqian snorted, stifling his voice, "Who said anything about ending a friendship with him."

What’s with this aggrieved expression?

It was like a little kid who couldn’t get candy.

Chu Chen hooked his lips upward, a mischievous smile twinkling in his eyes, "Aqian, with that look on your face, if I didn’t know Yisheng was a man, I’d think you’d had a tiff with your girlfriend."

He remembered he had a similar expression when he was infuriated by Anuo in the past.

"What nonsense are you spouting." Ji Mingqian gave him a sidelong glance, tossing the grass clippings in his hand onto him.

"Are you talking crazy because you’re stuffed full from eating?"

Chu Chen dodged his head to the side, but his hair still caught a few specks of grass, "With you sporting the look of a wronged little wife, it’s impossible for anyone not to have crooked thoughts."

Ji Mingqian shot him a cold look, "Scram."

Standing up, he shook the grass clippings off his body.

"Are you leaving?" Chu Chen stood up as well and casually asked.

Ji Mingqian grumbled, "What, am I supposed to stick around here to listen to your babble?"

"Didn’t you say you haven’t had lunch yet?"

"Not eating, you guys have annoyed me to fullness."

With that, he walked away, not even passing through the living room, but directly circling from the courtyard to the front door.

Watching his carefree departure, Chu Chen shook his head and smiled.

In the living room, Ye Jiuliang heard the engine of the car outside, the corners of his eyes curving up, revealing a hint of mischief.

He glanced sideways at Li Mochan, "Did you manage to tick off Aqian?"

Li Mochan reached out and lightly flicked her forehead, his low, magnetic voice spilling from his throat, "Dumb."

He would bet that Ji Mingqian left to go back to the hospital.

Being called dumb for no reason, Master Jiu was far from happy.

She twisted his arm, puffing up in challenge, "What do you mean calling me dumb, Li Mochan, are you asking for a fight?"

Li Mochan curved his lips in a smile, his gaze sweeping over her abdomen, "Let’s skip the fighting, it’s two against one with you, I’m at a disadvantage."

Ye Jiuliang was amused into laughter, "What two against one, don’t act frail here."

At that moment, Chu Chen walked into the living room, and Gu Xinuo immediately looked at him with curiosity.

"Where did Aqian go?"

Chu Chen spread his hands, "He didn’t say."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Li Mochan, "With Aqian gone, is there someone to take care of Yisheng?"

After all, the old Master Mo was still lurking in the shadows, one had to be cautious.

Li Mochan said indifferently, "There will be someone to take care of him."

Chu Chen looked puzzled, "Hm?"

"His uncle and the others are there," Ye Jiuliang thought the people Li Mochan was referring to were the Jiang family elders, and explained.

Seeing she misunderstood his meaning, Li Mochan didn’t clarify, the corners of his mouth curling into an intriguing, faint smile.

It seemed his little wolf cub still had room to improve in emotional intelligence.

The sound of a message notification from a cellphone rang out.

Li Mochan took out his phone, it was a message from Wei Bei, reminding him not to forget the video conference.

Putting away his phone, he looked up at Chu Chen, "I need to borrow your computer."

Chu Chen chuckled, picked up the computer from the table, and placed it in front of him.

Teasing, he said, "Just don’t take the chance to peek at our Group K secrets."

Li Mochan replied, "That’s not necessarily off the table."

Ye Jiuliang curved her lips and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was about time.

She stood up, her fingertips sweeping the azure porcelain bottle off the table.

"Mohan, you go ahead to the meeting, I’m going to make a trip to the basement."

Li Mochan grunted in acknowledgment, "Be careful. If you can’t stand the smell, don’t force yourself."

All the doors and windows of the basement were closed, making the air stagnant and damp. She could hardly bear the smell, nor could he.

Ye Jiuliang uttered a sound of agreement and went to the basement alone.

Unlike the bright lighting of the living room, the basement was dimly lit, exuding a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

The bodies of Mo Yu and Aqiao had been dealt with; their room still reeked of blood. Ye Jiuliang couldn’t stand it, so she simply locked Mo Su in another room.

The room was small, and in the narrow, poorly lit space, one could only vaguely see a figure huddled in the corner.

Mo Su leaned against the wall, powerless, her eyes glinting with malicious ferocity.

Why hadn’t her grandfather sent someone to save her? Had they also encountered some kind of difficulty on their end?

Now, hoping to leave with Mo Chen seemed improbable; she could only place her hopes on her grandfather.

Suddenly, the sound of unlocking echoed from the door.

The crack of the door gradually widened, and Mo Su narrowed her eyes, staring intently at the doorway, her gaze becoming vigilant.

The soft steps slowly approached.

Da, da...

Upon seeing who it was, Mo Su’s eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.

Ye Jiuliang, what was she doing here again?

"Miss Mo, you haven’t had a drop to drink since last night, how are you feeling now?" Ye Jiuliang paused mid-step, looking down at her from above.

"Ye Jiuliang, all you can do is resort to these despicable tactics. If you have the guts, why not fight me fairly?" Mo Su screamed hoarsely.

"You don’t need to deliberately provoke me; I’m not falling for that," Ye Jiuliang’s red lips parted slightly, "With Mo Yu gone and Old Master Mo now vanished, Tengyue Group is without a leader, and it’s only a matter of days before MK Group will take over."

Mo Su calmed down, hanging her head low.

"I’ve heard from Mo Chen that you grew up by Old Master Mo’s side from a young age; you must understand your grandfather quite well," continued Ye Jiuliang.

"I’ve also heard that your grandfather and our Master Mo Tian bear a striking resemblance."

Mo Su scoffed coldly, her voice composed, "Ye Jiuliang, if you’re trying to fish information out of me, then you’re dreaming. I absolutely won’t tell you."

Ye Jiuliang crouched down, her tone indifferent and certain, "No, you will tell me."

As she spoke, a strange fragrance wafted to her nostrils. Mo Su jerked her head up, but before she could react, her eyes gradually became unfocused.

Ye Jiuliang brought the porcelain bottle close to Mo Su’s nose, gently shaking it.

The fragrance grew stronger, almost overpowering the room’s damp odor.

After a moment, Ye Jiuliang put away the bottle and snapped her fingers.

Mo Su’s expression was vacant, her eyes empty and utterly devoid of her previous ferocity.

Counting to three silently, Ye Jiuliang spoke in a hushed voice, "Mo Su, what is your grandfather’s name?"

"Mo Ce," Mo Su opened her mouth, replying mechanically.

"What relationship does your grandfather have with my master Mo Tian?"

"Nemesis."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jiuliang furrowed her brows, "What grudge does your grandfather have against Mo Tian?"

"I don’t know. My grandfather said that the person he hated most in his life was Mo Tian; even with Mo Tian dead, he wanted him to have no peace even in death."

No peace even in death?

Ye Jiuliang’s face turned cold, "Then that iron box is quite important to your grandfather, isn’t it?"

Mo Su nodded, her expression wooden, "My grandfather said, as long as the iron box is opened, Ye Jiuliang and the others will be of no use anymore, and then we can get rid of them as soon as possible."

So it was because of that reason, Ye Jiuliang knit her brows, "Why did your grandfather send the iron box to us?"

"Mo Tian knows how to open the iron box. My grandfather said you might also know, so he wanted to use your hands to open the box."