The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1298 - 1220: Trade Oneself for It

Chapter 1298: Chapter 1220: Trade Oneself for It

Matters between women should be resolved by women, just as she doesn’t meddle in his affairs.

She didn’t believe that she couldn’t handle Song Yue.

Two hours later, Ye Ranran arrived on time.

She wore a sweater, a black skirt below, and a pair of high heels; her entire demeanor exuded elegance and femininity.

And her brows overflowed with peace and tranquility, her warm and noble aura felt before even approaching her.

Song Yue despised this side of Ye Ranran; she always felt she was hypocritical, riotous inside yet pretending to be a noble lady.

Behind Song Yue stood three burly men, holding Fan Rou with a gun to her forehead.

Ye Ranran stood empty-handed in front of Song Yue.

Song Yue glanced behind her, indeed no one was there.

"Ye Ranran, you really did dare to come." Coming alone to the appointment, should she be praised for her courage?

The cross on her face had just scabbed over, yet it was still fresh red. Her originally breathtaking face was now ruined, and as she spoke, her facial muscles moved up and down, making her face look particularly ferocious.

For some reason, Ye Ranran felt exceptionally comfortable inside.

"It seems you haven’t had enough of my stabs, need me to stab you again?" Ye Ranran gazed at Song Yue’s cat-like face.

"How does it feel to have your face ruined?" Ye Ranran’s tone was curious and humble, just like a child asking a teacher about homework they don’t understand.

Madness appeared in Song Yue’s eyes: "Ye Ranran, letting you die this way would still be too easy for you."

"You think so too? Well, that suits me just fine."

Killing her like this would be such a waste; at the very least, she should wait until the Song Family was destroyed before killing her.

What would it taste like for her to watch her family members fall one by one right before her eyes?

Thinking about it, it’s truly delightful.

"Wanna save your friend? Exchange her with yourself." Song Yue’s face twisted, the hatred in her eyes growing wildly like vines.

Ye Ranran extended her hand, bringing her wrists together: "Let her go."

Fan Rou shook her head frantically; was she crazy? Song Yue had summoned her clearly to torment her; how could she agree?

"Don’t worry, she won’t kill me," Ye Ranran reassured Fan Rou.

As the thugs approached, a corner of her eye lifted: "Aren’t you going to let her go first? After all, I’m alone and can’t escape, can I?"

Song Yue signaled one of the men with her eyes: "Let her go."

"Yes." They did let go, but as they did, they pushed Fan Rou down with a forceful shove.

"Fan Rou!" Ye Ranran lunged forward, catching her.

Song Yue was surprised, but she quickly recovered, drew a handgun, and aimed at Ye Ranran’s back—but before she could fire, her wrist was shot.

Number Four arrived with backup.

He left Song Yue for the men he brought, and went to look for Ye Ranran.

Continuously rolling downwards like a ball, Ye Ranran reached out to grab something, but unfortunately, it was wild grass with serrated edges.

The serrated leaves lacerate Ye Ranran’s palm, staining the green leaves red with fresh blood.

Ye Ranran held Fan Rou tightly, even though her slender arms could hardly embrace Fan Rou, who was much heavier.

Fan Rou’s hands and feet were bound, her clothes torn by wild grass and stones, she glanced down: "Ranran, let go of me."

"I won’t let go," Ye Ranran insisted.

Fan Rou looked down again: "But we can’t go up or down like this, without anywhere to set our feet, you won’t be able to hold on for long."