The Lady of the Prestigious Family is a Big Boss-Chapter 836: Worried the Little One Might Fall Out (3)

Chapter 836: Chapter 836: Worried the Little One Might Fall Out (3)

"Xiaojiu, did you already know about Asheng?" she asked tentatively.

Sticking to the principle of claiming ignorance, Ye Jiuliang shook her head in denial, "Asheng didn’t tell us about it. If we hadn’t heard about it when we came back, we would still be in the dark."

Facing her clear eyes with an open gaze, Veya didn’t doubt much and quickly believed her.

"Xiaojiu, I saw Asheng’s necklace looks very similar to Ahan’s. Is it..."

At this point, the matter of the necklace was no longer worth hiding, Ye Jiuliang said, "There are four of those necklaces, only given to people you are committed to in this lifetime."

"I gave mine to Mo, and Anuo and Achen each have theirs too. Asheng’s is probably..."

Leaving it at that, Ye Jiuliang didn’t continue, but Veya understood what she meant.

She sighed with a complicated expression, "Xiaojiu, I really don’t know what to do."

Ye Jiuliang didn’t hurry to persuade her, gently patting her shoulder, "Everything will be alright."

At this point, everyone’s emotions were still unstable, and rash persuasion would only backfire.

On the other side.

In the study, the atmosphere was oppressively tense.

Li Mochan sat upright on the sofa, and from the moment he entered the study, he hadn’t uttered a word.

Jiang Hai also remained silent, the two seeming to compete on who had more patience.

Suddenly.

Jiang Hai’s gaze shifted slightly, no longer staring at him, "Ahan, how much do you know about Asheng’s matter?"

"Asheng’s matter?" Li Mochan looked at him with a gaze full of confusion, stubbornly pretending ignorance to the extreme.

"I heard from Aunt Ju that uncle enforced family discipline on Asheng. Could it be that Asheng caused some trouble outside?"

As the words fell, a scrutinizing gaze fell upon him.

Jiang Hai’s sharp eyes scrutinized Li Mochan, with unfathomable worry etched between his brows.

"Ahan, Asheng has always listened to you since childhood. He would tell you everything. I don’t believe he didn’t mention a word to you about this matter."

Li Mochan’s stern face showed rare confusion, "Uncle, I really don’t know what happened to Asheng." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Knowing he typically doesn’t lie, Jiang Hai stared at him for a moment, then faintly looked away.

He sighed and explained the situation with Jiang Yisheng.

Finally, he asked, "Ahan, how do you think this matter should be handled?"

Li Mochan looked up at him, speaking in a calm tone, "Hasn’t uncle already made a decision? Would my opinion change your mind?"

"I..." Jiang Hai was speechless.

Yes, he had already made a decision, sending Asheng away represented his decision.

"So you have no thoughts on this?"

Li Mochan’s thin lips moved slightly, "My thoughts don’t matter. The key is what Asheng thinks."

"But, uncle, you won’t agree, will you?"

His words hit home, leaving Jiang Hai without a response.

After a pause, he said, "Asheng is resting and recuperating over there. If you have time, go see him and help persuade him for me."

"Uncle, you know very well the Jiang Family’s attitude toward emotions, don’t you?" Li Mochan didn’t agree but changed the topic.

This unique love alone in a lifetime, wasn’t it the same for himself?

Jiang Hai’s face turned slightly pale, left speechless.

Li Mochan stood up, his voice low, "Uncle, Asheng can’t handle beatings. It’s better to think twice before enforcing family discipline in the future."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

Before leaving, he closed the door behind him.

The lighting in the corridor was somewhat dim. Going upstairs, Li Mochan returned to his bedroom.

Pushing the door open, the lights were on inside, and the suitcase was thrown aside, still unpacked.

At this time.

Ye Jiuliang came out of the wardrobe, her hair wet, already changed into loungewear.

Seeing Li Mochan had returned, she asked, "Finished your talk with uncle?"

Li Mochan nodded, picking up a towel and walking toward her.

He used the towel to dry her hair, "Did aunt ask you anything?"

Ye Jiuliang said, "Probably similar to what uncle asked you. Asheng left me a letter, asking me to relay some words."

"Hmm?" Li Mochan paused with the towel in hand, looking down at her, "Where did you get the letter?"

"Aunt gave it to me." Saying this, she narrated the contents of the letter to him.

The tone was too resolute; she felt Asheng really intended to give up.

"And I heard from Aunt Ju that Asheng’s beating was really severe this time, his back was a bloody mess."

Someone would go mad knowing this.

Li Mochan frowned, thought deeply, and said, "I probed uncle’s attitude; the possibility of agreeing is very low."

Ye Jiuliang let out a sound, "Then what should we do?"

Achen over there couldn’t hold Aqian off for long. He would find out sooner or later.

"One step at a time," he said.

There was no better plan at the moment; things had to be taken step by step.

Ye Jiuliang hummed, taking the towel from his hand and pushing him toward the bathroom, "Go take a shower. I’ll dry my hair. Aunt Ju made us a late-night snack; we can eat together once you’re done."

"By the way, I have put clothes for you in the bathroom."

Li Mochan held her hand; her pregnancy was already advanced, and watching her move around with her belly made him anxious, "You go eat first, don’t move around too much."

"Got it." Recently hearing him nag this all the time, Ye Jiuliang felt helpless yet amused.

Was it possible for the baby to just fall out as she walked?

The sound of running water soon echoed from the bathroom. Ye Jiuliang sat down at the dressing table and took out a hairdryer to dry her hair.

After getting together with Li Mochan, he had always been in charge of drying hair; now doing it herself felt a bit rusty.

The rain had stopped, and the crescent moon crept up to the treetop again.

The two sat side by side on the sofa. Several dishes were set on the table, their inviting aroma filling the room.

"Mo, do you think uncle confiscated Asheng’s communication tools so he can’t contact the outside world?" Ye Jiuliang recalled Jiang Yisheng’s phone being left on the nightstand, asking worriedly.

"No," Li Mochan said confidently, "Even if uncle is adamantly opposed, he wouldn’t go to that extent."

Sending Asheng to the island was more to prevent them from meeting; over time, certain things might fade. Taking away communication tools would be akin to imprisonment; uncle wouldn’t be so cruel.

"Then should we..." Ye Jiuliang just started to speak, but her phone vibrating interrupted her.

Li Mochan put down his chopsticks and reached for his phone; it was an unfamiliar number.

Swiping to answer, "Who is this?"

"Cousin, it’s me." The hoarse voice was weakly devoid of strength, as if one could see through the phone how haggard and dejected he appeared.

"Asheng, how are your wounds?" Li Mochan’s tone softened a bit.

"I’m fine." Over the phone, Jiang Yisheng leaned against the couch, looking at the night view outside, lost in thought.