The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1139 - 1162: Using the Enemy’s Strategy Against Them

Chapter 1139: Chapter 1162: Using the Enemy’s Strategy Against Them

He even helped her pick out the scripts.

Those so-called resources were all vetted by him, and only the ones he thought were good ended up in her hands.

"We’re both so smart already, even if it’s a cesarean section, we won’t be that dumb."

"But still..."

"There are no buts, unless you gain another twenty pounds, otherwise forget it."

Twenty pounds? Ye Ranran smacked her lips, "Can’t it be half that?"

"Not even one pound less," Jun Mochan stated unequivocally.

Ye Ranran didn’t know what the doctor had badmouthed her about this time, but it definitely wasn’t anything good. Thinking about the heap of nutritional supplements waiting for her at home, Ye Ranran felt like crying without tears.

Is it not just about having a baby? Others eat and drink every day, pampered to nearly heavenly status, so why does it feel like suffering for her?

When they reached the entryway, a swarm of reporters rushed forward. The security guards stopped them to prevent getting overly excited and doing something unforgivable.

The crowd’s questions varied, but in the end, they all boiled down to one thing: Had Ye Ranran harmed Xia Shi, and why would she harm Xia Shi?

Also, with J.C being investigated recently and now this incident occurring, was there any inevitable connection between the two?

Jun Mochan stood firm, his gaze sweeping over the area, and the noisy scene instantly quieted down.

His look was ostensibly gentle, yet it felt sharper than a knife blade, truly bizarre.

"Regarding your questions, I will only answer once. My wife has not harmed anyone. As for the incident on the video, it was the other party who started it, and my wife merely defended herself. And concerning the company’s issue, isn’t it better to wait for the results?" said Jun Mochan.

After speaking, Jun Mochan left with Ye Ranran, refusing to say another word.

"Speaking of which, is J.C really safe this time?" The Song Family clearly wanted to find an angle to probe from.

"I was just thinking that I want to spend more time with you," Jun Mochan replied, not directly answering the question.

Yet Ye Ranran sensed a crisis, "Are you saying that you might step down as CEO? Then what will you support me with?"

Clearly worried to the extreme, she still forced herself to say such things. Jun Mochan laughed, "Rest assured, I can still provide for you."

"What’s wrong with you? Will something happen?" Ye Ranran was dissatisfied with his ambiguous answers.

"Anyway, it won’t affect you, don’t worry."

"What do you mean it won’t affect me? Are you telling me to disregard you?" Ye Ranran was so frustrated she could feel her liver ache.

"Alright, nothing will happen. I’m just planning to counter their moves with a countermeasure. The process might be tough, but in the end, everything will definitely be fine. I promise you that, okay?" Jun Mochan revealed a bit to reassure Ye Ranran.

"Oh, okay then." Ye Ranran finally eased her mind.

When J.C was in trouble, Ye Ranran was embroidering. Golden threads wrapped around her fingertips, and the tiny needle seemed to come alive in her hands, forming various shapes with her movements.

Song Ze watched intently. Ye Ranran could be barely considered elite, a bit incompetent at life, but she still managed to complete her work tasks satisfactorily.

However, he hadn’t expected her to possess the demeanor of a great lady taught in traditional skills—this level of embroidery work was not something an average designer could do.

You see, the trade of the embroiderer had almost vanished, and he didn’t believe she needed to learn embroidery for a fashion design study.

"Is this pretty?" Ye Ranran showed him the bit of pattern she had embroidered.