Suddenly, a strange smell quietly spread to the living room.

His nose twitched, the source was—the kitchen.

This smell didn’t quite match the ginger tea he had tasted before.

Doubt surfaced in his eyes as he stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Wei Bei, what are you cooking that smells so odd?"

The water in the pot was boiling, and Wei Bei was continuously stirring it with a spoon in his hand.

"Mr. Sheng, do you think ginger tea is better with black tea or green tea?" Seeing him come in, Wei Bei asked earnestly.

Jiang Yisheng felt a jolt in his heart.

Black tea or green tea?

He stepped forward briskly, looked down at the steaming pot, and his expression turned ashen.

This...

Truly broadened his horizons.

"Wei Bei, what exactly are you cooking here?" he asked, his mouth twitching, feeling an urge to laugh.

After turning off the heat, Wei Bei said, "Ginger tea."

"..."

A whole piece of ginger, large enough to cover an adult’s palm, was thrown directly into the pot, along with a handful of tea leaves—who makes ginger tea like this?

He must be poisoned.

"Mr. Sheng, why that expression? Is it wrong to use black tea?" Seeing his complex gaze, Wei Bei scratched his head.

"Should I have used green tea?"

Jiang Yisheng, "...Who told you ginger tea was made like this?" They should be dragged out and executed by beating.

"Isn’t ginger tea just ginger with tea?" Wei Bei asked, puzzled.

Jiang Yisheng’s expression twisted, surely his comprehension skills couldn’t be that superficial?

He sighed, "Go look it up on Baidu."

"Who is Baidu?"

Wei Bei’s intelligence once again went offline.

Jiang Yisheng looked at him with a head full of black lines—he must be browsing on 2G Internet, right?

"What are you all standing around here for?"

Li Mochan walked in silently.

Jiang Yisheng jumped, then hurriedly walked out, "Cousin, that was made by Wei Bei, it has nothing to do with me."

Wei Bei looked on cluelessly—why run off so fast?

"Wei Bei, this is what you cooked up?" Li Mochan’s chilly voice came ominously, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Wei Bei nodded his head.

Li Mochan glanced at him, "Drink this pot of ginger tea. If you can’t finish it, save it for tomorrow."

With a thunderous shock, Wei Bei felt as if struck by lightning.

"Master, I..."

What had he done wrong?

"Drink it now." Li Mochan poured a cup of hot water and left without allowing any chance for defense.

Wei Bei turned back to look at the steaming "ginger tea," with a profound sense of suffering etched across his face.

Was it because he used the wrong tea leaves?

Should he have used green tea instead of black tea?

...

Sounds of "woowoo" continued.

Warm light poured down from above as the young girl sat in front of the dressing table, holding a hair dryer and blowing her hair.

As the door opened, she lifted her eyes to glance at it and the corners of her lips curved into a faint smile.

"Have some hot water." Li Mochan walked behind her, put down a cup of water, and took over the hair dryer.

Ye Jiuliang raised her lips, "Isn’t it ginger tea?"

Li Mochan recounted what happened in the kitchen, and Ye Jiuliang burst into laughter, "Truly talented."

Ginger plus tea equals ginger tea; indeed, it’s genius.

Her hair almost dry, Li Mochan put down the hair dryer, scooped her into his arms, and Ye Jiuliang reflexively hooked her arms around his neck.

"What are you doing?"

"Join me in the study to sort out some documents."

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll sell off some business secrets?" she asked with a giggle.

The study was right next to the bedroom, and with a stretch of his leg against it, the slightly ajar door easily swung open.

"Would you bear to do that?"

"I’m broke lately."

"You little rascal." He lowered his head and gently bumped her forehead, his magnetic voice low and deep.

Just one day away, and the documents on the desk had piled up like a mountain.

Ye Jiuliang nestled in his arms, looking at the piled-up documents with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

It was still best to be the hands-off boss.

Li Mochan handed her the tablet and then began to tackle the day’s pile of documents.

While Ye Jiuliang scrolled through the tablet, her peripheral vision caught sight of the safe not far away, guilt flickering in the depths of her eyes.

Zheesh, what a headache.

How on earth will I explain this in the future?

"Little wolf pup." The crisp voice rose gradually.

Ye Jiuliang was still daydreaming and hummed a reply noncommittally.

With strong strokes of the pen in the bottom right corner of the document, Li Mochan set down the pen, his gaze deep as he looked at the person in his arms, "When will you move out of Jinxiu Linting?"

Ye Jiuliang hadn’t reacted yet, "Why should I move out?"

"That’s Ji Mingqian’s house," he emphasized.

A surge of jealousy came over him, and Ye Jiuliang, catching on, couldn’t help but chuckle, "Are you serious?"

Li Mochan nodded earnestly.

"You’re too much, okay, I’ll move," Ye Jiuliang said with restrained laughter, "I’ll move whenever I have some free time in the next few days."

At her words, Li Mochan’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, "Good."

Ye Jiuliang, "..."

Did I agree too easily?

Is it too late to back out now?

...

Flames soared skyward, fiercely burning, illuminating the man’s cold eyes. The figure in black took out a cell phone and put it to his ear.

A hoarse voice filled with respect, "Master, everything has been taken care of, the strongholds in City A and City S have been destroyed."

On the other end of the call, a woman’s voice, cold as frost and bearing a chilling ferocity, responded, "Good, withdraw quickly, and take out all those people as well."

"But, master, those are our own people..." The man in black’s voice quavered, hesitant and uncertain.

The woman immediately expressed her dissatisfaction, "Are you questioning me?"

"Your subordinate dares not."

"You’d best not dare. To eliminate the weeds, you must pull out the roots. Dark Hall and the K Organization are quickly closing in on that location. So many people withdrawing will definitely attract attention. I’m telling you not to leave a single one behind. If you can’t bear it, then you can join them in hell."

Fear flashed through the man’s eyes, "Your subordinate knows what to do and will not let you down."

**

After class, Ye Jiuliang went straight back to Mo Garden.

Just as she entered the bedroom, Gu Xinuo sent a video call.

"Someone got ahead of us?" Ye Jiuliang’s eyes darkened, "Those strongholds have all been destroyed?"

"Yeah, by the time our people got there, we only found some corpses of men in black," Gu Xinuo said while munching on a biscuit in the video.

"And guess what, we ran into your guy’s people there too."

Ye Jiuliang’s lips curled, "Can’t you speak properly?"

No wonder Mohan had been leaving early and returning late these past days; he’d been busy with this matter.

"Did I say something wrong? It is your guy, after all," Gu Xinuo smirked.

"The person behind the scenes seems to be quite ruthless, daring to act against their own people. It looks like they’ve guessed that we would come knocking," Ye Jiuliang redirected to the main topic, analyzing.

Gu Xinuo acknowledged with a hum, "The destruction of the strongholds cut off the clues. Uncovering the people hidden behind this won’t be easy."

As she spoke, something else suddenly crossed her mind, "Oh, I ran into Mo Lingling with Achen a while back."

"She hasn’t given up on Achen?" Ye Jiuliang frowned.

Gu Xinuo snorted with laughter, "You know her well enough. She’s been obsessed with Achen for more than a day or two. Unless it rains red, there’s no hope of her giving up."

Ye Jiuliang’s voice turned colder, "Seems like she hasn’t learned her lesson from last time."

"When necessary, we should have someone keep an eye on her to prevent her from causing any more trouble."

Gu Xinuo finished her biscuit and wiped her hands, "Don’t worry, I’ve got it."