The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1293 - 1215: Really Like Her

Chapter 1293: Chapter 1215: Really Like Her

At least Ye Ranran isn’t dead now, and Song Ze died trying to save her, so for the sake of Song Ze’s face, Jun Mochan will spare her life.

"Anyway, that’s all I have to say. What you think is up to you. Jun Mochan isn’t going to let me go anyway, and if I’m going to die, I’m taking Ye Ranran down with me," Xia Shi said through gritted teeth.

Song Yue hadn’t replied when a hand snatched the smartphone from her grasp: "Is that so? Just so happens, I can’t wait for you to die either."

"Ye Ranran, how could you be there?" Xia Shi exclaimed in shock.

"Why couldn’t I be here?" Ye Ranran glanced at Song Yue, whose mouth was covered by One, her eyes curving into crescents: "By the way, I have to tell you, the court has made its verdict. Before you and I romantically perish together, you owe me an apology first."

"Who said anything about perishing with you? Ye Ranran, can’t you have some shame when you speak?"

"If it’s not about perishing together, then why drag me down with you? I thought you liked me a lot."

Xia Shi on the other end almost threw up: "I hate you. Since you all don’t plan to let me go, I might as well take you down with me, so I won’t be at a loss."

"True, you won’t be at a loss, but I am. From your organs to your core, not just your body, but even your soul is filthy. I have a slight touch of germophobia. Being with you, I’m afraid I’ll dirty my pure soul," Ye Ranran’s voice was gentle, like a breeze brushing against leaves, creating a soft rustling sound.

But by the time it reached Xia Shi’s ears, it transformed into a resounding echo, painfully banging against her eardrums.

"Purity? Ye Ranran, you sure have the nerve to say that. I’m afraid if we peel back the layers of your heart, it’d be even dirtier than mine," Xia Shi sneered sarcastically, her voice processed to be sharp and thin, like a needle piercing the ears.

"Oh, then I’m unwilling to join you and the rest of your seductive rabble. After all, someone like me is more suited to living in darkness, blooming like a night-blooming cereus. As for you, you’re more of a foxtail weed. Different classes, how can we mix?"

After that, there was no more voice from the other end, and soon the dial tone came through.

Ye Ranran slammed the smartphone onto Song Yue’s face: "There, one down. Now it’s your turn."

Her icy gaze swept over Song Yue’s shoulder: "Haven’t you learned your lesson from that stab last time? Sending me to rehab? Hmm, brilliant idea. Do you think I’m too lonely and need more company, is that it?"

Song Yue didn’t speak, her gaze silently tormenting Ye Ranran.

"Don’t look at me like that." Ye Ranran drew out a fruit knife: "Ah, why do you always prepare the perfect tool for the crime for me? Even if I don’t have the heart to, I can’t refuse your kindness."

"Mmm mmm mmm..." Muffled monosyllables escaped from behind the covered mouth.

Ye Ranran flipped the fruit knife over, the lamplight reflecting off the blade, casting an even colder light on her face.

Like the perennial ice on a lofty mountain peak, one could feel the chill without even getting close.

"Let her go," Ye Ranran said, picking up a tissue and carefully wiping the blade.

One complied and released Song Yue.

Song Yue immediately moved her hand toward the emergency call button.

Before she could touch it, a sharp pain shot through the back of her hand, and she retracted it as if shocked by electricity.

A long, bloody scratch had appeared on the back of her hand, clearly the work of Ye Ranran.

"Don’t act rashly, okay? Blades are blind, it would be unfortunate if I accidentally chop off your hand, wouldn’t you agree?"