The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1143 - 1166: A Picture with Depth

Chapter 1143: Chapter 1166: A Picture with Depth

The shrill and discordant melody was incomprehensible to Ye Ranran, yet she found it quite pleasing to the ear. In her mind, she imagined ancient people, some standing, some sitting, watching the poignant love story unfold on the stage.

"Sister, can you understand it?" Seeing Ye Ranran intoxicated by the performance, Song Ze curiously asked.

Ye Ranran shook her head honestly, "No, I can’t. What about you?"

Why then did she appear as if she understood? Was she teasing him?

"I don’t understand it either." He hadn’t studied this sort of thing. Actually, few people really understood it, right? Most people were just there for the excitement.

This kind of art, perhaps only those who understand and practice art really get it, right?

Ye Ranran ignored him and continued to listen, absorbed in the moment. Song Ze thought she was being particularly hypocritical.

"If we don’t understand it, why are we listening?"

Suddenly, Ye Ranran turned her head, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. Her gaze made Song Ze shrink back a little, unsure of what she was about to do.

"You finally said something normal."

Song Ze: "..." She really was on a different wavelength from him.

"To answer your question from earlier, I am appreciating art. Do you understand art?" Although she didn’t really glean much from it, one must at least put on the appearance, right?

"Let’s just go," Ye Ranran suggested on seeing Song Ze’s confused expression, deciding not to torture him further.

The two climbed onto the city wall and gazed downward. The streets surrounded the houses, neatly forming a square.

There were a few people on the road, here and there, and occasionally some in ancient costumes would pass by.

Ye Ranran took out her phone and gestured for Song Ze to stand on the opposite side against the city wall. Then she snapped a photo of him.

"How about we take one together, sister?"

Alright.

"Handsome guy, could you take a photo for us?" Ye Ranran stopped a passing man.

A handsome man, naturally, wouldn’t refuse a beautiful woman’s request.

So they stood together, neatly positioned with hands by their sides, though still a bit far apart.

"Move closer together, shoulder to shoulder. Otherwise, we can’t both fit in the frame."

Song Ze moved a little closer, boldly placing his hand on Ye Ranran’s shoulder. As she turned her head to look at him, the shutter clicked.

And so that became a photo with an undertone of meaning.

Ye Ranran looked at it for a while and found it wasn’t bad. Although she only showed her profile, Song Ze’s entire face was visible, even sporting a bit of a smile.

God knows how rare his smile was.

When she got home, Ye Ranran had the photo developed. The connection between her and Song Ze was very shallow, a bridge with no real contact binding them.

They might intersect by chance, but after that, they’d return to their respective places and continue moving forward.

When Jun Mochan returned home, he had expected to be greeted by Ye Ranran’s concern and maybe even a hug, but none of that happened, not to mention any form of care.

"What are you looking at?" Jun Mochan snatched the photo from Ye Ranran’s hand.

She was startled by him. As soon as her gaze met Jun Mochan’s face, she leapt over, "You’re back? Are you alright?"

"Be careful, don’t jump and lose my son," Jun Mochan quickly embraced her.

"Isn’t it fine whether it’s a boy or a girl?" Why emphasize having a son? What if she can’t have a son?

"Aren’t you going to ask if I’m alright?"

If it were any other time, Ye Ranran would not have fallen for such a stiff change of topic, but she was currently concerned for his well-being and he quickly brought her back to the moment, "How are you? Are you alright? Has everything settled down?"