The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1096 - 1119: Feeling Guilty

Chapter 1096: Chapter 1119: Feeling Guilty

She didn’t know why she felt so guilty, as she clearly hadn’t done anything wrong.

"Is someone tracking you?" Jun Mochan took a deep breath, struggling to suppress his anger.

He hadn’t lost his temper in a long time. Even the most annoying matters couldn’t provoke his fury, but a few words from Ye Ranran successfully ignited the fire in his heart.

She really had a way about her.

"No, I don’t think so," Ye Ranran answered weakly.

"Have One take you to the location of Number Five. Don’t ask where I am; he knows. I’m heading over right now. Keep the phone line open the whole way, and don’t lose contact. If you dare hang up, I’ll make you pay." Jun Mochan spoke the last few words with particular venom.

"Oh, okay, okay," Ye Ranran replied, submissive as a little wife, not daring to utter a word of resistance.

Jun Mochan glanced at the ground littered with dead bodies, a sinister smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He took aim at Number Five’s shoulder and fired a shot.

Number Five didn’t resist at all, simply allowing the bullet to pass through her shoulder.

"There’s another exit in the back. Three and Four, drag the people from below and place them above. Number Five, call the police."

He was actually curious to see how the Song Family would handle this.

"Yes." Number Five took out her phone. Her face turned pale due to blood loss, but her expression remained emotionless.

Jun Mochan didn’t look at her any longer and turned to leave.

Number Five dialed the number, her gaze following his departing figure, utterly calm.

She harbored no resentment in her heart. Such incidents were routine for her, and besides, she knew Jun Mochan would more than compensate her for this later.

Following him, she never lost out.

Three and Four quickly dragged Song Yue out.

"Are you okay?" Three asked, with no hint of concern in his voice, clearly just a cursory inquiry.

"Don’t worry, I won’t die."

Usually, that meant everything was fine.

Four placed a gun in Song Yue’s hand, creating the false impression that she had shot Number Five.

Such things, whether true or false, just needed to be blown out of proportion—to prevent the Song Family from extricating themselves and from constantly harboring ulterior motives.

"Alright, we’re on standby," Four said after everything was set up.

Number Five looked at them gratefully but said nothing. The bond formed through life-and-death situations made any words seem pretentious at this moment.

As the police sirens sounded, Song Yue was just coming to when Number Five knocked herself out, conveniently collapsing next to Song Yue’s gun.

Everything seemed to fall into place so coincidentally.

After Three and Four saw the police take away Number Five and Song Yue, they exchanged a knowing glance and quietly retreated.

This matter was thus brought to a successful conclusion.

Naturally, Jun Mochan wouldn’t take the route the police came from; he purposefully took a long detour.

He was really eager to go back to see Ye Ranran, but it would be problematic if he were discovered.

"Go ahead and investigate that matter, it has nothing to do with us," Jun Mochan dialed a number.

"Nothing to do with it? With so many people dead, you dare claim no involvement?" If the Song Family were to be implicated, they’d certainly try to drag someone down with them.

"The Song Family made the first move. She was merely acting in self-defense. Moreover, there are no traces at the scene. How could you blame her for this?" Jun Mochan spoke in a detached tone, clearly intending to dissociate themselves from the incident.

"I understand." The person on the other end hung up the phone.

Having made this call, Jun Mochan felt somewhat better, but thinking of Ye Ranran irritated him again.

She was getting bolder and bolder. It wouldn’t do not to teach her a lesson.

Ye Ranran sneezed, "Who’s cursing me now?"