The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 137: Being Framed_1

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Being Framed_1

"Did you invite me here?" Ye Ranran craned her neck, trying hard to get a clear view of the other person’s face.

The other party puckered up in a smile. "Why is Designer Ye wasting time with these meaningless questions?"

If he hadn’t asked her to meet, would he be sitting here?

Now that he had spoken this way, Ye Ranran stopped beating around the bush. "Bring out the evidence."

"Of course, I have evidence, but why should I show it to you for free?"

"How much do you want?" Ye Ranran asked bluntly.

The man gave a light laugh. "Designer Ye is straightforward. I won’t ask for too much, just one hundred thousand yuan."

Ye Ranran sneered, "You’re asking for a hundred thousand without letting me see what the evidence is. You’re quite audacious."

One hundred thousand is no small sum for her, provided she doesn’t use Jun Mochan’s money.

The man didn’t waste words. He placed a piece of paper on the table and stood up. "Think it over, Designer Ye. When you make up your mind, call the number on that paper. I have other things to attend to and must go now."

Ye Ranran picked up the paper from the table. She sat for another five minutes before leaving.

Meanwhile, a photo appeared on Jun Mochan’s cell phone, followed by a text: Ye Ranran secretly met with Star Run’s assistant designer.

Staring at the text message, Jun Mochan squinted his eyes.

After he parted ways with Ye Ranran at the set, he returned home. He was oblivious to what happened after. However, if this photo was seen by others...

Without giving it a second thought, Jun Mochan deleted the message and immediately called Ye Ranran.

Getting no answer, Jun Mochan got up, grabbed his coat and left.

He had to see Ye Ranran right now. It was imperative. No delay was acceptable.

At this moment, Ye Ranran, ignorant of the ringing phone in her bag, was scrolling through Weibo and chatting in the QQ group with Luo Qi.

"Ranran, the group chat is flooded with gossip. Everyone is saying you leaked the design sketches yourself," Luo Qi remarked while scrolling.

Each production team, for ease of communication and relationship-building, would form several QQ groups, some for staff, some for actors, and a large one including everyone on the team.

Before Ye Ranran arrived back, a photo appeared in the large group. It was a picture of Ye Ranran having coffee with someone.

The picture was ordinary, no one paid much attention to it.

Then, suddenly, someone posted a line: Isn’t the one across from Ranran the assistant designer from Star Run?

Someone immediately followed up: Are you sure?

A user named ’White Sugar’ confirmed: I’m sure, I have dealt with him before. He thinks highly of himself. Why would Ranran be with him?

People’s imaginations often run wild with everything. Nonexistent scenarios can be embellished as if they were true, and what’s true can be exaggerated tenfold.

The moment ’White Sugar’ made the claim, the whole group exploded.

’I knew it! How could such confidential designs have leaked out of the blue.’

’Exactly, exactly. If she did it, she might as well admit it.’

While the large group was in an uproar, the same rumor spread in the company group, and on Weibo at the same time.

Both productions were highly anticipated because of their popular leading ladies. Even the smallest stir could attract a swarm of journalists, let alone a scandal of this magnitude?

The anxious ones had even prepared the headlines: A dispute between Huacan and Star Run?

The quick ones were already rushing to the scene.

As for the netizens, they had begun to condemn Ye Ranran below.

At this point, Luo Qi’s phone rang...

"Hello, Executive. I’m on set now, Ranran? Ranran is here too."