The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1019 - 1043: Should We Make a Call?

Chapter 1019: Chapter 1043: Should We Make a Call?

Ye Ranran rolled her eyes. Facing him, she had no need for feigned elegance.

"Let’s go, I’ll take you there," Song Ze said.

"No need, but thanks for your kind offer." She really didn’t want to spend time in the same space with him.

"Ranran, should I interpret this as you being afraid of me?" Song Ze intended to draw closer, but Numbers Three and Four immediately stood in front of him.

To be honest, they had been fed up with him for a long time and if it weren’t for a standing order not to lay a hand on him, they would’ve smacked him already.

Song Ze didn’t say anything, just silently gazed at the two men, his eyes that were usually as lustrous as lake water slowly icing over, eventually falling silent.

Numbers Three and Four felt the pressure. Some people are like this—without saying or doing anything, they still manage to instill fear in others.

Song Ze was that kind of person.

"All right, let’s go over there," Ye Ranran didn’t want to pay Song Ze any more attention.

These factional battles are usually carried out in the shadows, unless it’s the final showdown.

Bringing them out into the open, the one who strikes first often ends up at a disadvantage.

Song Ze followed slowly behind her, keeping his pace calm and maintaining a distance of about one meter from her.

His overpowering presence made it impossible for Ye Ranran to ignore him.

"What are you planning to do?" Ye Ranran turned around.

Since she wasn’t in the office today and wanted to appear more approachable, Ye Ranran dressed down, her long hair black as silk casually draped over her shoulders, the tips slightly curled, making her small face look even tinier.

Her large eyes sparkled, reminiscent of gently rippling water catching glimmers of light.

She wore a white blouse underneath a black knee-length skirt and covered it with a red woolen coat—simple yet fashionable.

Ye Ranran didn’t like flashy things and preferred simplicity in her clothing.

She usually wore pantsuits to work and seldom wore skirts, mainly because it seemed Jun Mochan didn’t like them much.

Today was an exception.

"It’s just a coincidence that we’re headed the same way. What, if you can walk this path, I can’t?" Song Ze said, looking at her teasingly.

Ye Ranran ignored him completely.

"Madam, this way." When they reached a fork in the road, Number Three hurriedly pointed the way for Ye Ranran.

Ye Ranran then turned left.

Soon they arrived at the training field, where the soldiers were assembling in tight, neat squares, looking as if they had been cut from the same cloth.

"Madam, do you want to call the young master?" Number Three asked.

Actually, it was still a bit of a distance; walking from here, who knows how long it would take.

"No need, is it far?" Ye Ranran was somewhat speechless at his inability to read the room.

If she had wanted to make a call, she would have done it when she was stopped at the gate, not wait until now.

"It’s a bit far, we have to cross this big parade ground first." Jun Mochan should be standing at the command platform right now, and the parade ground was a whole kilometer long.

Could she make it?

The square formations obstructed Ye Ranran’s view. Even in high heels, she couldn’t see over the crowd to Jun Mochan on the other side.

But it didn’t matter; they were nearly there, it wouldn’t be long now.

Except when she got past the crowd, instead of Jun Mochan, she saw only the cold, empty chairs.

It turned out Jun Mochan had gone down to command.

Ye Ranran could only keep searching.

"Madam, how about we wait here for the young master to come back?" Number Three was a bit hesitant.

After such a long walk, she must be tired. It might be better to rest. Otherwise, if Jun Mochan came back, he might scold her.

"No, I can keep going." Ye Ranran wasn’t trying to be tough; she really could keep walking.