The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 399 - 397: This is the End_1

Chapter 399: Chapter 397: This is the End_1

"What do you want from me?" Ye Ranran asked, her arms wrapped around Jun Mochan’s neck and her head slightly tilted, her tone somewhat innocent.

Finally, the old man realized he had been tricked. One look at Jun Mochan told him the guy wasn’t to be messed with.

"I... I just want to get to know you," the old man responded.

"Get to know me? Dude, you’re old enough to be my grandfather. You’re looking at me like that thinking I’m naive?"

She had seen his intentions right when he approached her. But with Jun Mochan by her side, she didn’t have to worry.

He couldn’t do anything to her.

"Did Feng Xi send you? Did she tell you anything?" Ye Ranran asked, looking at him with a mischievous smile.

The light fell on her flawlessly radiant face, casting a cold gleam akin to jade.

"No, not at all. I was, uh, bewitched. Just wanted to be your friend," the old man denied stubbornly.

He knew if he confessed, Feng Xi would be in trouble. But he hadn’t had his fill of her yet. Why would he let her get into trouble?

"So, Feng Xi really didn’t say anything to you?" Ye Ranran asked once more, still keeping her good temper.

Frankly, seeing Feng Xi’s current predicament, she had initially decided not to bother her anymore.

But she hadn’t contemplated Feng Xi not letting her off the hook.

The old man shook his head: "No, absolutely nothing."

Not speaking up, are you? Ye Ranran lost her patience. She removed her high heel and tossed it at him: "Speak. Will you speak, or not?"

The waiter hastily picked up her shoe and respectfully handed it back to Ye Ranran.

"Murder! Murder!" the old man yelled, somewhat disoriented from the hit.

The noisy old man; there’s nothing wrong with him. Ye Ranran was about to lob something at him again.

Jun Mochan grabbed her wrist: "It’s not suitable here."

Didn’t she see that the filming crew was watching?

"Fine. I’ll let you off this one," Ye Ranran put on her shoe, resuming her coldly elegant demeanor.

A look of gratitude swept over the old man’s face. He thanked her profusely: "Thank you, thank you."

"Remember to admit your mistakes and change for the better. Live a decent life," Ye Ranran advised him.

The old man nodded constantly: "Absolutely. Definitely."

Ye Ranran snorted. If she believed him, she’d be a fool. The world would be a better place with one less old pervert like him.

Jun Mochan made a signal to someone in the shadows. The person nodded.

The men let go of the old man. Covering his face, he stumbled away.

Downstairs, Feng Xi, noticing the old man was taking too long, sensed something was amiss and tried to sneak away.

But as soon as she left the bar, two waiters blocked her path.

"Miss Feng, please come with us."

And just like that, they hoisted Feng Xi up and dragged her away.

With a pallor on her face, Feng Xi knew for sure that she was in big trouble.

Having had such a frightening experience, the old man had lost his mood to frolic. He came downstairs, didn’t see Feng Xi, and out of frustration, dialed her number.

No one answered. Fuming, he stormed out.

As he reached the door, someone dragged him aside. Just as the old man was about to shout, his mouth was covered.

Meanwhile, Jun Mochan’s phone beeped. After glancing at the message, Jun Mochan promptly switched his phone to a black screen.

It happened so quickly that Ye Ranran didn’t get a chance to see it.

"Young Master Jun and the young lady are inseparable, aren’t they?" A mocking voice came from the side.

Ye Ranran abruptly remembered that she was still hanging on Jun Mochan’s body.

She hastily scrambled to get down. In her panic, she undid two buttons on Jun Mochan’s shirt front, revealing his muscular chest.

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