The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1175 - 1198: Not Belonging to Oneself

Chapter 1175: Chapter 1198: Not Belonging to Oneself

"People just like both men and women, you don’t need to react like this." Don’t they say all kinds of love should be respected?

"Anyway, I can’t stand it," Fan Rou said with an air of I’d-rather-not: "I once saw him and a man with a soft appearance, sort of like gay, enter the same room one after the other and only leave after a whole day and night. That’s when I started to have my doubts."

It was just that at the time, it had nothing to do with her, she didn’t want to care, and couldn’t afford to care.

Who would’ve thought that the day would come when it would be her turn.

"You have no idea, when I heard that I was to enter into a marital alliance with him, I felt like I was struck by lightning." I really wanted to bash my head into a block of tofu.

"So, I really have to thank you," Fan Rou said, holding onto Ye Ranran’s hand.

Ye Ranran chuckled and said nothing.

"I’m saying, there’s this ultimate hottie who’s been following us; has he taken a liking to you?" Fan Rou whispered in Ye Ranran’s ear.

Ye Ranran turned her head back, and Song Ze quickly hid behind a pillar.

Fan Rou gestured with her eyebrows and eyes: "See, I wasn’t wrong, was I?"

Ye Ranran withdrew her gaze, her face a pale shade, almost blending into the white clouds above: "You’re thinking too much; I don’t know him."

"You don’t know him? He seems not to be an ordinary person, probably from the same circles as us." Fan Rou was rarely at home and had attended a limited number of banquets, so she had seen limited people.

Song Ze was also often away; it was natural that she didn’t know him.

"So what? I still don’t know him." Ye Ranran’s voice remained steady without any variation.

Like strangers passing by, this was good.

"Let’s go back," Ye Ranran suggested, taking in the bustling street.

Being accustomed to quiet, she always felt somewhat out of place in such noisy surroundings.

Without that person beside her, she felt a little lonely, as if she was out of sync with the surrounding lively atmosphere.

She didn’t know when she became so melodramatic.

Without waiting for Fan Rou to comment, One went to get the car.

When he came out, he typically took on the role of bodyguard and driver.

Song Ze watched from a distance, without any intention of coming forward to greet them.

He was eating in the restaurant today and, of course, had witnessed the commotion. After she settled the bill and came out, he followed her out as if led by a ghost.

Not to do anything, just wanting to watch from a distance.

Some people, not belonging to oneself, were too presumptuous to even approach.

Fan Rou occasionally looked back at the man who was neither too far nor too close, and assumed he knew Ye Ranran, only wondering why they had ended up in such a situation.

If it weren’t for knowing that Ye Ranran was married, and the person in question wasn’t Jun Mochan, she would have thought they were a young couple having a quarrel.

The two people, each harboring their own thoughts, failed to notice the figure approaching them until a cautious voice came from behind.

Ye Ranran only felt a figure brush past in front of her, and then felt pain from her arm to her shoulder due to the pulling.

Because of the collision, she involuntarily fell backward.

She reached back with her hand to support herself, avoiding direct contact with the ground to not harm the child in her belly.

Just as her hand touched the ground, she landed in a slightly cool embrace.

"Be careful," a voice like the drips of a cool spring resounded by her ear.

"Little thief, don’t run." Seeing someone taking care of Ye Ranran, Fan Rou immediately chased after the bag snatcher.

Not running would’ve been strange indeed—the thief darted forward, giving it everything he got.

Seeing him charging through the crowd, Fan Rou grew anxious; if he got lost in the crowd, it would be difficult for her to find him.