The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1236 - 1159: Don’t Let Her Die

Chapter 1236: Chapter 1159: Don’t Let Her Die

Jun Mochan pressed the accelerator to the floor, and the car darted through the streets like a mad dog.

The neon lights flashed past quickly, and figures like ghosts skimmed past the car windows.

A large truck appeared at a turning corner, and Jun Mochan suddenly hit the brakes, stopping the car just one centimeter away from the truck.

The truck driver, scared out of his wits, came to his senses and leaned out, "Are you insane? Driving so fast in the city area?"

Yes, he was insane, driven nearly mad.

Jun Mochan had never felt so helpless as he did now.

Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang. He picked it up; it was Zhou Xian calling.

He pulled the car over to the side, clearing the way, before answering the call.

"Ah Xian, what’s up?" His voice was the same as always, unchanged.

"I’ve gathered some domestic and international experts for you, let them take a look at Ranran." Relying solely on the family doctor isn’t reliable.

Jun Mochan wanted to say that Shen Yuzhe was an expensive recruit from abroad, no less capable than those so-called experts.

But thinking it over, more people meant more hope, so he agreed.

After confirming the time to see the experts tomorrow, Jun Mochan went to the place where Song Yue was detained.

It was the headquarters of the Jun family’s dark forces, located under the parking garage of the busiest commercial building in the bustling area.

The place had been bought by the Jun family, but the name of the person in charge hadn’t changed; everything remained as it was, so nobody knew.

Just like nobody knew that this person in charge was the Jun family’s tenth loyal subordinate.

Song Yue lay in a pool of blood, barely hanging on to life, as the doctor treated her.

Seeing Jun Mochan, Number Three approached him.

"Did she say anything?"

Number Three shook his head, "Nothing."

This woman was incredibly stubborn, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t pry her mouth open.

"It seems she’s prepared to die." Such people were the hardest to deal with, their mouths as tight as the dead, absolutely unable to get anything out of them.

"Keep an eye on her, don’t let her die."

"Understood."

After leaving the mall, Jun Mochan went home, where Mother Huo and Grandfather Jun were playing with the baby in the living room.

Grandfather Jun had recently given him a name: Jun Yurui.

Meaning: bright and wise.

Seeing the baby, Jun Mochan was reminded again of Ye Ranran’s pleading gaze; she must be missing the baby desperately but just hadn’t said it out loud.

"Back already? How is Ranran?" Mother Huo glanced behind him.

"She’s staying over there for now." Jun Mochan headed upstairs.

"Won’t you hold him?" Mother Huo asked.

"You hold him." Every time he held the child, Jun Mochan thought of the poison in Ye Ranran’s body.

If it weren’t for giving birth, those people wouldn’t have found the opportunity to lay hands on her.

If there were no child, she wouldn’t have to suffer like this.

Mother Huo and Grandfather Jun exchanged glances, sighed in unison, but said no more.

They understood Jun Mochan’s pain, but they were more relieved that the child was safe.

Otherwise, if something happened to the people and the child was gone, what would the Jun family do without an heir?

After dinner, Ye Ranran sat in the courtyard, holding a design book, watching the sunset.

The weather was clear today, crisp and refreshing. The sun sank down to the horizon, turning from midday gold to orange-red, somewhat like rouge, also coloring the nearby clouds.

Streaks of rosy light fell down and draped over Ye Ranran, making her look both beautiful and gentle.

Her black hair, slightly lifted by the wind, revealed her elegantly curved profile.

She sat there quietly, as beautiful as a statue, yet as fragile as a porcelain doll, which could shatter with just a bit of carelessness.