The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 842 - 839: Better Early Than Late

Chapter 842: Chapter 839: Better Early Than Late

"What’s wrong with being willful? A lady never needs to be prim and proper," he said. He would rather have her like when she was a child, boisterous and willful, than all prim and proper, mature and old.

Because every bit of growth came at a price.

"Sister, sister, where are you?" Song Ze’s voice rose at the door.

Ye Ranran quickly raised her head from Jun Mochan’s embrace.

A flash of displeasure crossed Jun Mochan’s face, and he walked out.

Song Ze was like a headless fly outside, bumping around, checking each room. Unable to find Ye Ranran, disappointment was evident in his eyes.

"What’s going on? How did he come down?" Jun Mochan emerged from the room.

"When he found out the young madam was on the second floor, he insisted on coming down to find her, and we couldn’t stop him," the servant said in a panic.

Jun Mochan was often reasonable, but there were times when he was not.

When it involved Ye Ranran, the gentle man could slaughter a village. What was firing two servants in comparison?

"Where is sister?" Song Ze looked at Jun Mochan with hopeful eyes.

The clarity in his eyes was somewhat similar to Ye Ranran’s.

Jun Mochan understood why Ye Ranran treated the simple-minded Song Ze so differently. Who could remain unmoved under the care of a pure heart?

"She is resting inside. Come with me," he said.

Jun Mochan led Song Ze to Ye Ranran’s bedside.

Seeing that Ye Ranran was all right, Song Ze began to smile foolishly.

"Come on, come closer," Ye Ranran beckoned to him.

Song Ze indeed moved closer.

Though the two spent every day together, there were never any inappropriate gestures. Ye Ranran was kind to him, but not overly affectionate.

Even when they were fleeing, she only grabbed his wrist, not his fingers.

So Song Ze was very happy, but he wouldn’t rudely pounce and hug Ye Ranran.

A child’s mind is sensitive, and he sensed that Ye Ranran didn’t like that.

Only when she beckoned did he move closer.

Ye Ranran looked at the blush on his face and the smile in his curved eyes. She reached out and pinched his cheeks: "Recovered?"

"It’s fine now, it doesn’t hurt," Song Ze said, not knowing what ’recovered’ meant, only that the pain was gone, so it must be better.

"That’s good if it doesn’t hurt," Ye Ranran pinched him again.

The skin felt quite good, and despite being blown by the wind and snow for so many days, it didn’t crack.

Unlike her, her face had many tiny cuts, almost disfigured, and it looked very ugly.

"Sister, are you better yet? When can you play with me again?" A child is just a child, unaware of the taste of sorrow, thinking only of play.

"I’ll play with you when I’m better. Go play by yourself for now, and if you’re hungry, tell the people following you, and they’ll get you something to eat," she said.

"Okay."

Song Ze walked away, looking back three steps at a time.

"What do you plan to do with him?" Such a question was ill-timed in this setting, but it had to be addressed sooner or later, and sooner was better than later.

"I want to take care of him, like a brother," she said.

That way she wouldn’t let down the sincere efforts he made to protect her, right?

"Ranran, you can’t. He’s Song Ze, he’s Ah Ze from the Song Family. Do you understand?"

Ah Ze from the Song Family, those words represented so much that she couldn’t be unaware.

With the entire Song Family behind him, even if the Jun Family was not afraid, they couldn’t just fight recklessly.

Ye Ranran clutched the corner of the blanket tightly. How could she not understand? It was precisely because she understood all too well that she had not asked about it recently. It was as if by not asking, he could stay by her side a little longer.