The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 243: He is My Favorite_1

Chapter 243: Chapter 243: He is My Favorite_1

Jun Mochan looked at her leisurely, a wicked smile on his lips. "Oh, really? I seem to remember someone declaring just now that I’m the one they love most."

Ye Ranran’s face turned beet red. She felt like she was hot enough to boil an egg.

"I...I don’t know who pressured me into saying that!" Ye Ranran insisted, her neck stretched out stubbornly.

Jun Mochan moved closer to her, their faces almost touching. "Is it that my wife wants me to coax another confession out of her?"

Ye Ranran quickly stepped back. "No, no need."

"Are you sure? But Madam, you seemed quite reluctant earlier," Jun Mochan pressed on, cornering her slowly.

Ye Ranran backed up until she hit the edge of the bed, but before she could fall, Jun Mochan reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Trapped with no escape, Ye Ranran could only stand still in Jun Mochan’s embrace.

Jun Mochan was pleased with this outcome. He slightly lowered his head, his gaze locked on Ye Ranran.

His arms tightened slowly around her, forcing her to press against his body.

She tilted her head up slightly, and the two of them returned to their original positions: face to face.

Ye Ranran has long eyelashes, so after she cleaned her face, she reached for her mascara instead of false eyelashes.

Because she really didn’t need them!

Her eyes blinked slowly, and due to their close proximity, Jun Mochan felt her long eyelashes sweep across his face.

Like a feather, stroking his heart.

"It wasn’t forced. Not at all." Ye Ranran reached out and wrapped her arms around Jun Mochan’s neck.

"Mr. Jun, it’s already noon. Even if you don’t attend court in the morning, skipping it at noon would be too much," Ye Ranran gently said.

"I wish I were an ancient emperor. Holding my wife every day would be enough," Jun Mochan replied.

"That won’t do. You need to earn money to support me. If you go bankrupt, I’ll divorce you immediately and remarry," Ye Ranran declared as if it were a matter of course.

Jun Mochan looked at her with an ambiguous smile. "So, Madam fell for me because of my money?"

"Not at all. Back then, I didn’t even know who you were. I was purely bewitched by your good looks." Ye Ranran reached up and stroked Jun Mochan’s face. "Mr. Jun, your looks could truly bring calamity to the country."

"So my wife was enchanted by me?" Jun Mochan’s face was expressionless.

It was hard to tell whether he was pleased or not.

Ye Ranran nodded earnestly. "Yes, yes."

Jun Mochan shook his head helplessly. "Alright, it’s late. Let’s get up and have a meal, then we’ll go to the film set together."

"What are you doing at the film set?" Ye Ranran asked curiously.

"If I say it’s to accompany my wife, would you believe me?" Jun Mochan asked, half-serious and half-joking.

Ye Ranran nodded. "If you said it, then I believe it."

Her answer surprised Jun Mochan, and then a look of delight surfaced on his face.

The joy was so evident that it was Ye Ranran who seemed taken aback.

"Partly to accompany my wife, and partly to check on the shooting progress, to see if we can speed it up," Jun Mochan said, pinching her face.

Alright, it’s about work again. Ye Ranran nodded, indicating she understood. "I’ll go change my clothes."

Luckily, she had only applied base makeup and not powder and blush, or else her entire makeup would have been ruined.

She used to not wear makeup unless she had to, but ever since she started dating Jun Mochan, she began to care more about her appearance.

Being Jun Mochan’s wife held a certain significance, and she did not want to feel undeserving.

Her legs felt a little weak from their intense morning activity.