The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1173 - 1196: Teach Her a Lesson

Chapter 1173: Chapter 1196: Teach Her a Lesson

"I beg to differ. As the saying goes, ’There’s no smoke without fire, and flies don’t sting a flawless egg.’ It’s very possible that Ye Ranran might have had a hand in Xia Qing’s death; even if she didn’t cause it directly, she’s definitely not unconnected to it."

Allegedly connected to it by what? All she did was make her leave. Actually, by staying away from these whirlpools, she might have lived even longer.

"True or false, who can really tell?" Lu Jun chuckled, obviously not interested in continuing this topic.

But Gu Yan was insistent: "Ye Ranran, have you heard of her?"

"I know a little about her. She’s a designer from A City who has known Jun Mochan since they were kids," Lu Jun briefed on what he knew.

"Yeah, coming from a small town and then claiming to be born into a wealthy family. What kind of elite background is that?" Gu Yan swirled her red wine, scoffing.

"Have you offended her?" Fan Rou soundlessly mouthed her question.

"She’s jealous of me," Ye Ranran voicelessly responded.

"She must have her talents," Lu Jun smiled.

"Indeed, I’ve heard she’s quite skilled in climbing up into beds. Whether it’s true or not, I don’t know," Gu Yan put her wine glass down.

Ye Ranran vowed to herself that ever since she became pregnant, her temper had indeed gotten much shorter. She especially couldn’t tolerate slanderous words, particularly those about sleeping around.

"So Gu, the diplomat, dares to spread rumors without knowing if they’re true or false? To talk behind someone’s back while representing a nation’s image; that character is indeed questionable," Ye Ranran stood up, turned around, and looked at Gu Yan with a smirk.

Gu Yan’s face reddened and then paled, but she was not about to concede: "I’m just speaking the truth."

"The truth? Did you see with your own eyes me climbing into anyone’s bed?" Ye Ranran’s smile deepened.

Gu Yan was at a loss for words.

"Everyone says so; could they all be lying?" she whispered.

"Is that so? Then if everyone says you’re shameless, a whore, does that mean you really sell yourself?" Ye Ranran sized her up, finally resting her gaze on Gu Yan’s chest: "With breasts that size, they must have been felt up by quite a few men, right?"

"Ye Ranran!" Gu Yan gasped in alarm.

Put aside whether she had done such things, any woman would be unable to bear such an insult.

"What’s the matter? Panicked? Confused? Or did I hit the nail on the head?" Ye Ranran crossed her arms and sneered.

That know-it-all attitude of hers infuriated Gu Yan, who raised her hand to slap Ye Ranran.

One was taken aback, about to intervene, but Ye Ranran dodged on her own.

One caught her from behind, "Madam, are you alright?"

"So concerned? Could there be a private affair?" Gu Yan sarcastically shot back.

Ye Ranran couldn’t be bothered to argue further; she picked up a bowl of soup from the table and splashed it at Gu Yan.

Gu Yan never imagined this move from her and got splashed right in the face, with green vegetable leaves hanging in her hair.

"You..." Gu Yan spat out the leaves that landed in her mouth.

Ye Ranran then grabbed a plate of stewed pork ribs from the table and dumped them over Gu Yan’s head.

Now, Gu Yan’s whole hairstyle was ruined.

"Next time, don’t talk nonsense. After all, when I get angry, even I’m scared of myself." Ye Ranran turned gracefully and left.

There weren’t many people in the dining room, but not a few either. The commotion here was heard by everyone.

The looks they gave Gu Yan were full of disdain and contempt.

It seems getting caught bad-mouthing others, especially when it’s unspeakably nasty, is bound for a lesson.