The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1171 - 1194: Not So Disliked

Chapter 1171: Chapter 1194: Not So Disliked

Once these two videos were released, the comments section exploded instantly. By early morning, there were already over ten thousand comments on Weibo, and now it had surpassed one hundred thousand, still trending upwards.

"Looking at this trend, there will definitely be two hundred thousand comments," Fan Rou smacked her lips.

That’s so exaggerated, is it comparable to being a top star or what?

"In fact, if you ever stop being a designer, you could consider selling your looks." Making a living off your face isn’t too bad.

"You’re thinking too much, if I stop being a designer I can be a housewife and let my husband support me."

"That’s true too." Fan Rou’s eyes were full of envy, "Having a long-term meal ticket must be nice."

"Are we going off-topic here?" Weren’t they supposed to be checking out the turn of events? How did the topic drift here?

Most of the comments below were shocked, eye-poking, and sighed, of course, some apologized to Jun Mochan.

Xia Shi’s Weibo was even more lively; oh, when did she get a Weibo? Did she register just to facilitate spilling the beans?

The latest post from last night showed her getting an injection, captioned, "The doctor came for a checkup at midnight, said I had a fever, needed an IV, other people’s happiness only highlights my loneliness."

The last sentence is quite meaningful, isn’t it?

Who’s happy now? Isn’t it her and that scumbag Jun Mochan?

The comments before midnight were like this:

Netizen 1: Hugs.

Netizen 2: Comfort.

Netizen 3: Don’t worry, those scumbags will get their karma; heaven will take care of them eventually.

Today’s comments turned into this:

Netizen 1: Must be skilled at climbing into bed at eighteen, why don’t you ascend to heaven?

Netizen 2: Talking about others hurting you, why don’t you just stop hurting others?

Netizen 3: Slap in the face.

Netizen 4: Green tea bitch.

Netizen 5: White lotus.

Below that, a huge heap of "same as above."

Ye Ranran scrolled through and, finding nothing interesting, closed Weibo, "I’m going to embroider now, you keep watching."

"You’re a lady of nobility or what, still embroidering?" Fan Rou looked at her incredulously.

"I’m a rich wife, is it abnormal for me to know how to embroider?" Wouldn’t it be abnormal if I didn’t?

Alright, Fan Rou conceded and announced she would come over to watch.

Not giving Ye Ranran a chance to refuse, she switched off the video and rushed over in half an hour.

Her speed made Ye Ranran feel blown away.

"Ranran, I’m here." Upon seeing Ye Ranran, Fan Rou gave her a big hug.

Ye Ranran’s initially somewhat depressed mood immediately became bright and sunny.

Seems like she wasn’t that bad after all.

"Why do you always run over here?" Aren’t you afraid of being discovered?

"Because you’re the only one who’ll listen to me." Fan Rou looked at her fingers, "Don’t you like me?"

"That’s not it, just asking," she said, considering she was the only one who kept running to her.

Ye Ranran had few friends. After Luo Qi left, she lacked a close girlfriend, although she had Jun Mochan’s company, sometimes she still felt lonely.

If she got along with Fan Rou, she wouldn’t mind making a new friend.

While Ye Ranran embroidered, Fan Rou moved a chair next to her and watched. It turns out, she could really sit still.

She embroidered for three hours, and she just sat there for three hours.

"Madam, the master has asked you to come down for dinner," the servant knocked on the door.

"Got it," Ye Ranran put down her work.

"I’m leaving," Fan Rou picked up her bag from the side.