The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1176 - 1199: The One Who Is Blind

Chapter 1176: Chapter 1199: The One Who Is Blind

Fan Rou couldn’t care less now, she tiptoed, pushed hard off the ground, and leaped powerfully, vaulting over the fence.

"Damn, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?" the petty thief cursed under his breath.

Seeing her attire, she didn’t seem like someone without money, and what’s more, she looked so delicate and petite—no one expected her to be so fierce.

Ye Ranran and Song Ze chased after her, with Song Ze practically dragging her along.

"Maybe we should just give up on the bag." Song Ze felt somewhat sorry to see her struggling so much.

Ye Ranran gasped for air and waved her hand: "No, my ID and bank cards are inside."

Most of her assets were in there—was she supposed to just let that thief get away with it?

"You can replace an ID and bank cards."

"No, I have to get it back." Ye Ranran didn’t know how to tell Song Ze that the bank card Jun Mochan had given her had no limit or password set.

If that thief tried his luck at the bank, wouldn’t that just be gifting him the money?

The thought made her feel physical pain.

The screeching of brakes, accompanied by the harsh sound of tire friction, resonated in her ears as One’s cold and ruthless face appeared in front of Ye Ranran.

Ye Ranran pointed in the direction of Fan Rou: "Someone snatched my bag."

One’s mouth twitched, silently pitying the thief—of all people to rob, he had to choose Ye Ranran.

He was practically begging for trouble.

Without a word, he stepped on the gas, and the car shot out instantly.

Ye Ranran: "..." He was just going to leave her here?

"Let’s go, we’ll walk over there," Song Ze said, grabbing her wrist.

Looking at the place where his large hand held her, her eyes held a hint of complexity.

On the day she fled, it had always been her holding onto his wrist—intimate yet distant.

Today, with the roles reversed and him leading the way, the emotional distance between them hadn’t gotten any closer.

Ye Ranran felt that between them was a chasm a thousand zhang deep. One more step forward, and they would both be shattered to pieces.

"I can walk by myself." Ye Ranran shook off his hand.

Song Ze’s eyes carried a look of hurt complexity, but he didn’t say anything.

The two walked briskly ahead, no longer hurried since One had joined the pursuit, Ye Ranran wasn’t worried the thief would get away.

"Stop, thief!" Fan Rou shouted from behind, closing the distance quickly.

The thief looked back as he ran and failed to notice a car racing towards him. Just a second before impact, One hit the brakes.

"Ouch." The thief crashed directly into the car and fell to the ground.

Fan Rou grabbed him and started hitting his face with her fists: "This is for robbing, for the robbery."

"Spare me, heroine, spare me!" the thief kept begging for mercy.

Inside, he regretted his impulsive action—if only he had known how formidable these people were, he wouldn’t have been greedy for such a small sum of money.

What’s money compared to one’s life?

"That’s enough, stop hitting him, or you’re going to kill him," Ye Ranran ran over and intervened.

"Call the police," Song Ze suggested.

Ye Ranran nodded and bent down to pick up her bag from the ground.

After meeting Jun Mochan, all her bags and clothes were custom-made by him, including some designs by Ye Ranran herself.

The bag she had today happened to be from a luxury brand, and she knew it was expensive, although she hadn’t checked the exact price.

She had been a bit scared to carry such a pricey bag out in public before, but today, with One and Fan Rou with her, she thought nothing would happen.

Besides, isn’t the point of buying a bag to use it, rather than letting it go out of style?

She hadn’t expected someone with bad intentions to show up on their way back.

She took out her phone, about to make a call, only to see that Song Ze had already put the phone to his ear.