The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1021 - 1045: Putting on a Face for Whom to See

Chapter 1021: Chapter 1045: Putting on a Face for Whom to See

"She’s asking if you knew about the Fan Family’s business, right?" Ye Ranran’s gaze was clear and transparent.

"Exactly." After such an incident, the marriage alliance between the Song Family and the Fan Family couldn’t go on any further. Didn’t you see that the Fan family members have all gone back to deal with it?

"What did you say?" Ye Ranran quirked her lips.

"I didn’t answer her. I was just about to send her off when the following incident occurred. You believe me." Jun Mochan’s picturesque brows and eyes slightly knit together, his face also a bit eager.

"Pfft." Ye Ranran suddenly laughed.

She laughed inexplicably, leaving Jun Mochan completely baffled.

"I just didn’t want to see those two, that’s all." Also didn’t want to bother arguing with them.

With so many onlookers, making a scene would be unseemly for both parties.

Jun Mochan embraced her all at once. "So to speak, you’re not mad at me?"

"Of course, I’m mad. Who allowed that woman to get close to you?" Ye Ranran said with deliberate fierceness.

Actually, she wasn’t truly angry. Ye Ranran knew the depth of Jun Mochan’s feelings for her. She just felt a bit annoyed, fully aware of Song Yue’s affections for him.

And he didn’t know to keep his distance, wasn’t this giving others an advantage?

"From now on, I’ll stay at least three feet away from her, I absolutely won’t let her get close," Jun Mochan promised.

"You’re saying that now, but if I catch you next time, you’ll write me a five-thousand-word reflection and kneel on the keyboard. Plus, you’ll be sleeping in the study for a month."

"That’s quite harsh, isn’t it?" Writing a reflection and kneeling on the keyboard was nothing, but sleeping in the study for a month—wasn’t that too cruel?

That would be more painful than death.

"So, you’re saying there will be a next time?" Ye Ranran ground her molars.

"No, there absolutely won’t be a next time, only this time," Jun Mochan hurriedly assured her.

Ye Ranran finally gave in.

"Let me have a look at you in your military uniform." Ye Ranran stepped away from Jun Mochan’s embrace.

The olive-green uniform, a belt at the waist, crisp and neat, authoritative and imposing, like a cypress tree.

"Not bad, quite handsome." Ye Ranran’s eyes curved, her own husband, indeed, looked good no matter how she looked at him.

"I have to head out now. You should go up in a bit," Jun Mochan rubbed her hair.

Ye Ranran was about to say something when suddenly a soft touch and a gentle voice floated on the breeze into her ears: "Be good, don’t make me worry."

Who made him worry? Ye Ranran gave him a discontented glance.

The drill base was not nearby; after everyone got ready, they set off.

Ye Ranran watched as Jun Mochan got into the vehicle, her gaze following him as he left.

Originally, she wanted to follow along, but Jun Mochan wouldn’t allow it.

The terrain at the drill base was relatively complex, and it was around the hillsides, not in the city.

It wouldn’t be good if she accidentally got into trouble.

He was heading there for drills, not for a romantic rendezvous. With her around, he couldn’t concentrate.

Jun Mochan made a good case, and Ye Ranran couldn’t refute it, so she agreed.

After he left, Ye Ranran ran into Song Ze at the doorway again. Song Yue was nowhere to be seen.

His expression was somewhat cold, lacking the previous shallow, almost imperceptible smiles.

"Who are you showing that long face to?" Ye Ranran mocked.

Don’t act like I owe you anything. Song Yue was the one trying to seduce my husband. Now she’s faced a setback, and it’s my fault?

Song Ze’s eyes were dark as ink, churning with something, like a pot of boiling water ready to scald at the slightest touch.

As if she didn’t see his off-kilter expression, Ye Ranran continued undeterred: "You and your sister really are remarkable, one fancies a married man, the other fancies a married woman."