The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1154 - 1177: Do You Think It’s Fun?

Chapter 1154: Chapter 1177: Do You Think It’s Fun?

"Ah Ze, wake up, wake up."

In Ye Ranran’s melodious voice, Song Ze, pretending to be asleep, slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were dark and bright, like a lake at night reflecting thousands of stars, yet they were also very cold, devoid of any warmth.

Those were not the eyes of the Ah Ze she knew but those belonging to the Song family’s Ah Ze.

Ye Ranran, feeling as if she had seen a ghost, quickly backed away. Because she retreated so quickly, she almost fell, but luckily, One, who was close to her, quickly caught her.

"You were right, I shouldn’t have come, let’s go back," Ye Ranran said, holding onto One’s hand and hurriedly walking back.

"Sister, you’re leaving just after you arrived?" Song Ze spoke, his voice greatly different from Jun Mochan’s.

Like the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month, it painfully swept across one’s cheeks; even with a touch of gentleness, it wasn’t much improved.

Gu Yan was right, this man was cold-hearted and stony; no matter how much one tried to warm him, it wouldn’t work.

"You, you remember now?" Ye Ranran looked at him in surprise, then shook her head: "No, that’s impossible, how could you remember?"

"Ranran is so clever, why don’t you take a guess?" Song Ze’s eyes and tone were indifferent as usual.

"I can’t guess. You might as well just tell me why you called me here." The panic was only momentary.

Seeing her quickly regain her composure, a flash of admiration crossed Song Ze’s eyes. He thought she would question him, but she returned to the main topic so swiftly.

"What do you think, Ranran?" Song Ze threw the question back to Ye Ranran.

Ye Ranran felt a surge of murderous intent, but she desperately held it back.

"Let me guess; actually, you’ve been normal all this time, you were deceiving me, weren’t you?" Ye Ranran recollected all the recent situations and boldly speculated.

After his surgery, he had recovered completely, and the doctor had said there was no possibility of relapse.

There was no reason for him to become foolish again. Besides, there were no signs of abuse on his body, and it was impossible to say his brain was injured again.

Such a loophole-ridden lie, if she thought about it even a little, she could find the flaws.

But she didn’t; deep down, she still harbored a sliver of hope, or perhaps, she didn’t want to think too much about it.

"Ranran is indeed clever," Song Ze admitted indirectly.

"Why?" What was the point of crafting such a story? Was it fun?

"I was just filled with doubts," Song Ze tugged at the corner of his lips, forcing a smile that wasn’t quite a smile: "Recently, I kept dreaming of some inexplicable memories. I asked you, and you didn’t give me a definite answer, so I had no other choice."

"What does it matter whether you know those things or not?" It’s all in the past, and in the future, they are still strangers.

"Why can you remember, but I can’t?" A trace of a smile appeared on Song Ze’s face, but his eyes showed an indelible sternness.

Ye Ranran was left speechless by his question.

After a long while, her lashes fluttered, and she spoke hoarsely: "What do you want to know?"

"I want to know everything." Everything.

So, Ye Ranran told him everything, from falling off the cliff to him calling her sister, and then running away—the details of everything along the way were all recounted.

With her voice accompanying him, what was unclear in his dreams, blurred and indistinct, all gradually became clear.