The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1037 - 1060: Annoyance

Chapter 1037: Chapter 1060: Annoyance

These types of people find it too easy to dig up someone’s details; soon, Number Three found out Xu Zi had moved her parents to a commercial apartment in the center of City B.

The apartment complex was situated in an excellent location, inhabited by high-level elites; ordinary people could hardly afford to live there.

"Send someone to bring Xu Zi’s parents over, even if it means kidnapping them."

"Understood."

Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan arrived almost simultaneously.

Wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with a black coat layered over, his slightly curled hair hung behind his head, and his makeup was meticulously done; his figure was slender, his eyebrows sharp with fierceness.

While in the car, Jun Mochan changed into a black coat, which somewhat matched Ye Ranran’s, looking like a couple’s outfit.

Ye Ranran, without much thought, dove into his arms.

Jun Mochan held her tightly.

Her body seemed to carry a fragrance that continuously entered his nostrils with the wind.

But there was no time for tenderness, as a persistent coldness surrounded Jun Mochan, clearly annoyed.

Huo Yi came out; he was very happy, but having only been released for half a day, he had already caused all this trouble.

Xu Zi was always restless; he sort of handled her but didn’t finish the job completely, leaving a mess for Ye Ranran to clean up.

"Let’s go upstairs," Jun Mochan said, his hand accurately reached for Ye Ranran’s.

Their fingers intertwined tightly, and her originally cold fingers soon warmed up.

Jun Mochan didn’t think much of it; it was normal for someone with a cold constitution to have cold hands and feet year-round.

Xu Zi stood at the top of a high building, her long dress fluttered in the fierce wind, her black hair flying as if she could ascend any second.

The footsteps behind her made her turn around to face the approaching couple, her gaze slightly shifting.

Contrasted against her ashen and somber expression, Ye Ranran was excessively glamorous, her body still frail, yet her eyes sparkled brilliantly, filled with happiness.

This was undeniably not something that could be feigned.

As they stood before her, Xu Zi glanced downward, observing several media vans had already gathered below, with reporters from various outlets holding microphones and carrying cameras.

Even if she were to die today, she wished to stir up trouble; how could the powerful Jun family matter? Even Jun Mochan couldn’t silence public opinion.

After all, she had nothing left; if she died, the accusation that Ye Ranran drove her to death would never be cleared.

She would forever live under the scrutiny of others, pointed at wherever she went.

"Xu Zi, why must you do this?" Ye Ranran sighed faintly, her voice a bit ethereal.

Xu Zi’s gaze flitted past indifferently, "Ye Ranran, you have everything now, it’s easy for you to say."

From soaring high suddenly to falling down, she had transformed from a phoenix back to a crow; how could she accept this huge gap?

"You know? Ye Ranran, I particularly hate you, ever since I met you not long into university," Xu Zi said. When Ye Ranran entered university, she wore simple clothes yet carried herself with poise, her face unmarred by embarrassment or the worries that life imposes.

Back then, young and naive, she only saw her clothing and presumed they came from similar backgrounds, approaching her with a sense of camaraderie.

Only after getting closer did she discover Ye Ranran was discreet about her affluent background.

Though she also worked part-time, she still had countless luxurious clothes, was picked up by fancy cars during holidays, and even had a childhood friend who was both talented and good-looking.