The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 728 - 725: Will Only Love Her_1

Chapter 728: Chapter 725: Will Only Love Her_1

Afterwards, she no longer held any expectations; anyone would suffice, as long as he helped her escape it all.

Now, all she wanted was to stay by his side, unbothered by others’ opinions, desiring no blessings from them.

As long as he was with her, that was all she needed.

"I’m sorry, I only wanted to make up for your regrets," he forgot the two nightmarish weddings and the scars they left on her heart.

"There are no regrets, as long as you’re here, I have none," Ye Ranran softly asserted.

But he had them, his most beloved, how could he let her suffer a single injustice?

"Are you hungry? Do you need something to eat?" Jun Mochan suddenly asked.

"Are you joking, Mr. Jun? It’s only four o’clock, and you’re asking if I’m hungry?"

She remembered eating lunch.

"Hungry? I’ll go get you some food," Jun Mochan seemed to disregard Ye Ranran’s words, saying it on his own accord.

Ye Ranran was exasperated. She wasn’t a pig, she wasn’t hungry, and she didn’t want to eat.

"Can I not eat?" Ye Ranran asked, looking at the soup in Jun Mochan’s hands.

"No, drink it, it is good for your health."

"I’m not pregnant again, no need for such nutrient-rich food, right?" Red date, goji berry, and black chicken soup seemed greasy, no matter how she looked at it.

"Good girl, think about getting pregnant once you’re healthy again."

Jun Mochan didn’t dare to tell her that if she didn’t look after her health, she might not be able to get pregnant in the future.

He had to think of a way to make her gain some weight, and rid her body of the cold.

"Okay," Ye Ranran obediently drunk the soup.

"I contacted an old traditional doctor for you. He will be responsible for bolstering your health from now on," Jun Mochan sat next to her.

Ye Ranran didn’t refuse: "Okay."

"Your hands and feet are too cold; even if it’s not for pregnancy, this is not very healthy," Jun Mochan explained.

"Um, I will listen to you," Ye Ranran was quite obedient.

But Jun Mochan was a bit uneasy: "It won’t take long, it will get better soon."

Hearing Jun Mochan’s awkward comfort, Ye Ranran laughed: "It’s okay, I can endure it."

She wanted a healthy body, to be by his side for a long time, and to bear his children.

"Ranran, if you feel it’s tough, please speak up."

"It’s not tough," Ye Ranran played with Jun Mochan’s hand, slowly placing her fingers in his palm, then interlaced her fingers with his.

Jun Mochan gently clasped her fingers, preventing her from moving too much: "Pack yourself up, we’re going to the military compound."

"Okay," Ye Ranran nodded.

Jun Mochan tousled her hair, and Ye Ranran gave him a rather aggrieved look: "It’s messed up."

"It doesn’t matter, it’s shapeless anyway."

"You’re bullying me," Ye Ranran accused him.

"I only know how to love you." Jun Mochan’s words were full of ambiguity and suggestion, and Ye Ranran blushed immediately.

He was becoming shameless, and his ways of teasing her were escalating.

Ye Ranran ignored Jun Mochan, climbed off the bed, and stood in front of the wardrobe.

She reached for a coat, but Jun Mochan picked out a down jacket for her.

"This one."

Looking at the thick down jacket, Ye Ranran frowned: "Not that one."

She wasn’t going out to play in snow, so why should she wear something so heavy?

A single coat would be enough.

However, Jun Mochan ignored her refusal, stubbornly helping her into it, adding a hat and a thick scarf.

Ye Ranran pulled the scarf down, revealing her face: "Mr. Jun, even if you treat me as a clothes rack, could you at least make me look good?"