The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1360 - 1283: Counterattack

Chapter 1360: Chapter 1283: Counterattack

Otherwise, how would he dare to swagger in here?

"A painting of a lady," the man said with a lecherous expression.

Jun Mochan sneered, "If you want a woman, why not just find a real beauty?"

Why drool over a painting?

"Bro, you don’t get it? Even the prettiest beauty can’t compare to the beauty and value of the one in the painting." On one hand, you can admire it, and on the other, it appreciates in value.

What a wonderful thing that is.

Jun Mochan instantly understood; he exchanged a knowing look with the other man that only men can understand.

Watching the exchange between the two, Ye Ranran rolled her eyes, bored, and started chatting with Cheng Lei.

"Who will end up owning tonight’s artifacts?" Others might not know, but she did.

Soon someone would arrest that black market boss, who would inevitably end up in jail, involving the Song Family as well.

It was Song Jade who had him released, and the evidence was still in Jun Mochan’s hands.

Now that he’s going to capture him again, um, he’ll have made a merit and can also confront Song Jade.

How ruthless was this move?

"They’ll be placed in the museum, but you can take a look first, and if you like anything, we can bring it home," Cheng Lei whispered audibly only to them.

"You’re even more ruthless," Ye Ranran concluded.

"It’s like that, everyone knows what’s going on." Anyway, it’s normal for artifacts to be lost; later on, they just need an excuse.

And now with so many collectors, aren’t there a lot of people buying artifacts from abroad to collect?

Anyways, they’re all just lifeless objects; what’s there to fuss about?

But Ye Ranran shook her head, "No thanks, I can’t appreciate them, and I really don’t want things from dead people in my house."

It’s like a history lesson; she’s only interested in some clothes, not much else.

"You really don’t know what’s good," Cheng Lei concluded.

Ye Ranran took that as a compliment.

Suddenly, Jun Mochan reached out his hand, pulling her slightly, and Ye Ranran fell into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Ye Ranran asked softly.

"I should be asking you, why are you so happy chatting with another man in front of me?" Don’t you know I get jealous?

Ye Ranran smiled, gently retorting, "Aren’t you also happily chatting with another man in front of me?"

Touché, she’s learned to fight back, quite clever.

"Who is this?" The man next to them leaned over, interrupting their intimate moment.

Jun Mochan immediately pressed Ye Ranran’s head into his chest to keep the man from seeing her face, "My wife."

As Jun Mochan moved, the lights shone over them, allowing the man to catch a glimpse of Ye Ranran’s face, which was very pale, unlike a normal person’s skin tone, but still very soft and beautiful.

And very familiar, although he couldn’t remember where he had seen her.

Just then, the auction started.

The first item was an ancient emperor’s inkstone, beautifully carved and even engraved with paintings, praised lavishly, but Ye Ranran didn’t listen carefully.

She was completely an outsider, and even if she remembered, it would be useless.

Yet, that small inkstone was auctioned off for a high price of five million.

"All that money burning a hole in their pockets, five million just for that thing, what are they going to eat?" Ye Ranran felt she truly didn’t understand the world of the wealthy.

But it seemed she had forgotten that she was also now with a beloved.

"Ah, I remember you, you are Ye Ranran, right?" the man suddenly pointed at Ye Ranran.

Jun Mochan swiftly slapped his hand away, firmly covering his mouth.