The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1161 - 1184: Don’t Always Tease Her

Chapter 1161: Chapter 1184: Don’t Always Tease Her

Jun Mochan glanced at her belly, "Didn’t you say you don’t want to kill living creatures, to accumulate blessings for the child in your belly?"

"How is it different whether you do it or I do it?" Ye Ranran fell straight into the pit Jun Mochan had prepared without any defenses.

"In that case, let me do it."

Damn, seems like I’ve been tricked again.

Firmly angry, don’t bother with him!

No matter what tricks Jun Mochan employed, Ye Ranran still ignored him.

"Indeed, they say women get bad-tempered when they’re pregnant," Jun Mochan commented.

"What do you mean I’m bad-tempered?" She just wanted to take her own revenge, was that wrong? Was it?

"My lady has the best temper, no one has a better temper than my lady," Jun Mochan quickly flattered her.

That’s more like it, Ye Ranran gave him a sideways look, and her anger subsided quite a bit.

She wasn’t someone with a bad temper to begin with, rarely getting angry usually. Maybe being pregnant did make her a bit capricious.

But she still kept it within limits, after all, Jun Mochan was just concerned about her, worried she might get hurt.

"You’re back, how is everything? Are you alright?" Old Master Jun anxiously waited at the door; as soon as the car stopped, he rushed over.

"I’m fine, Grandpa, slow down," Ye Ranran went over to support him.

Old Master Jun was so caring, and she was genuinely happy, but she felt so dumb, not even able to cook a decent meal, let alone show filial piety.

This made Ye Ranran always have a nagging feeling of letting Old Master Jun down.

"As long as you’re alright." A smile appeared on Old Master Jun’s face but vanished as quickly as smoke dissipates, "Don’t eat anything carelessly in the future, take good care of yourself, understand?"

She hadn’t been eating anything carelessly, everything was from home, Ye Ranran felt wronged, but didn’t argue, just nodding her head, "I understand, Grandpa."

All the way home, Jun Mochan didn’t speak, until they returned to the room, he then asked, "Ranran, did you eat something special today?"

Ye Ranran thought carefully, going over everything she ate today, and finally shook her head, "No, and I ate at home."

The servants at home were all longstanding ones, having worked for several years, there was no reason not to trust them.

"I will get to the bottom of this, don’t worry," Jun Mochan stroked her face.

Ye Ranran gave him a look, "If you’re going to talk, then talk, what’s with the hands-on approach?"

"Who else am I supposed to touch if not my wife?" Jun Mochan said with righteous conviction.

Ye Ranran: "..." Well said, she found herself without a comeback.

"Alright, you take a rest, I’m going to deal with some documents," Jun Mochan pinched Ye Ranran’s face.

"Go, just go," Ye Ranran waved him off.

She was eager for him to leave so he’d stop teasing her.

Before, their teasing would often end with rolling the sheets, but now, the teasing seemed to light a fire.

Jun Mochan hadn’t left to deal with documents but went to chat with Zhou Xian and others, Chu Ji joining in as well.

He was very willing, after all, it was nice to bask in the shade of a big tree like Jun Mochan.

The political arena is just so, requiring resources and connections. Without them, one can only grind it out or wait to be recognized. With some luck, one might make it.

Or if someone takes you under their wing, scaling the heights still requires choosing a side.

Being a fence-sitter is hard on both sides, and when the war breaks out, those are the first to fall, like the current Trade Bureau.

The day for tears would come eventually.