The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1224 - 1147: Funeral

Chapter 1224: Chapter 1147: Funeral

Ye Ranran opened her mouth and swallowed the porridge.

The porridge was hot, yet it couldn’t warm her heart.

After finishing the porridge, Jun Mochan talked with her for a while, and when he saw she was tired, he helped her lie down to rest.

In a drowsy state, she heard Jun Mochan’s voice near the window, "If people from the Song Family come, just hand them over to the Song Family."

"No need to say much, just give them the person, yes, don’t tell Ranran about the funeral, I’ll tell her after she is discharged."

Funeral? Whose funeral?

Who was having a funeral? Ye Ranran woke up.

Jun Mochan hung up the phone and turned around to see Ye Ranran staring wide-eyed in bed, looking greatly shocked.

"Ranran," Jun Mochan walked over quickly.

Ye Ranran turned her head and blankly stared at Jun Mochan.

"What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yes, I had a nightmare," Ye Ranran apologized with a smile, "You can go back to the company, you don’t need to stay with me."

"Promise me, don’t be sad anymore, I would be heartbroken," Jun Mochan grabbed her hand and pressed it against his face, "You are my wife."

"Okay," Ye Ranran nodded her head.

Saying she wasn’t sad was false, she just didn’t want him to worry, and... she felt sorry for her child.

"Can I go see the child?" Ye Ranran lowered her eyelids.

"You can’t, wait a few more days, after your wound has scabbed over, or when he is out, I’ll immediately bring him to you to see," Jun Mochan ruthlessly refused.

Alright then, Ye Ranran shut her mouth.

After lying in the hospital for half a month, Ye Ranran was finally able to be discharged.

The sky was still grim, just like the day Song Ze had left.

The car stopped in front of Ye Ranran, the window rolled down, revealing a cold, familiar face.

"One?" Ye Ranran doubted her own eyes, she couldn’t help but lean closer.

"Madam," One tugged at the corner of his mouth, which counted as a smile.

The surprise came too suddenly, twisting Ye Ranran’s facial expression into something between a smile and a cry.

"Are you really okay? It’s not someone else who had plastic surgery, right?" She had always thought he...

"I am really okay, I was just recuperating before, I am fine now."

Ye Ranran wanted to ask more, but Jun Mochan patted her head, "Alright, we’ll talk about everything when we get home."

Jun Mochan, holding the child in one hand, opened the car door with the other and pulled Ye Ranran into the car.

"Let me hold him," Ye Ranran reached out again.

The child had been in the incubator for a week and was then taken out, usually held by Jun Mochan, or handed to the servants when he was busy. She, as the mother, rarely got to touch him.

"You better sit, don’t touch your scar," Jun Mochan glanced at her stomach.

Using this as an excuse every time, Ye Ranran withdrew her hand resentfully.

She watched the scenery outside, her eyelashes fluttering lightly, "Can I go see him?"

He wasn’t specified who, but Jun Mochan knew who she meant.

Song Ze, who ultimately, with his life, had made a mark on Ye Ranran’s heart, securing a place there.

He would be extraordinary.

Jun Mochan knew, he shouldn’t be jealous of a deceased man, no matter how important, he was dead.

Besides, he firmly believed that he was the most important in Ye Ranran’s heart.

"Wait until you’ve finished your confinement," the weather was a bit cold now, she shouldn’t be exposed to the wind.

"Can we go today?" Ye Ranran’s tone carried a plea.

Jun Mochan gently persuaded, "You shouldn’t be exposed to the wind now, it could cause illness, be obedient, after your confinement, I will take you to see him."