The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 845 - 842: The Background of the Fox Spirit

Chapter 845: Chapter 842: The Background of the Fox Spirit

He began to take care of her more and more meticulously, fearing those things would leave a shadow in her heart.

He was trying hard to mend the wounds in her heart and erase the pain.

Ye Ranran was well aware of this, but although the wounds might heal, the scars would always remain.

Ye Ranran looked at the scars in the palm of her hand, among which one crossed the entire palm, looking fierce and terrible.

She curved her lips into a smile, her eyes sharp.

The gentle woman of the past had finally disappeared.

Waking up at nine, Ye Ranran started to apply makeup. She carefully applied foundation to her face, covering the small scars.

When she saw her radiant reflection in the mirror, Ye Ranran smiled, a smile that was noble and elegant.

At the Huo Family, the mother of the family had cried her way through an entire roll of tissue. The floor, beside the door, was littered with balls of tissue, leaving no place to step.

Jun Mochan was not around and no one knew where he had gone.

Ye Ranran, wearing twelve-centimeter high heels, leaned against the door, looking on with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Her gaze was cool and detached, yet it held a sharpness.

The mother from the Huo Family sobbed, her eyes red as she looked at her: "What are you looking at? Are you here to mock me?"

"You are my mother-in-law, and by all accounts, my family, so if I were to mock you, wouldn’t I be mocking myself?" Ye Ranran said gently, yet without the earlier ease.

She had indeed changed.

She had begun to direct her sharpness at others.

"You don’t look like you’re here to comfort me," the mother scrutinized her.

Ye Ranran looked around: "Where’s my husband?"

"He just asked where his dad was and left when he knew he wasn’t here," said the mother dully.

It seemed she had cried enough and now had the mood to answer her, that was good.

Ye Ranran stepped on the tissues as she walked in, her face clearly showing disdain.

"Don’t put on that proud air, who doesn’t know where you come from?" the mother taunted her.

Ye Ranran was long immune to such venom. She smiled even more radiantly: "You were born of high status, so what can you do? Can you keep your husband? I may not come from much, but your youngest son is dead set on me."

"You, get out!" The mother hurled a tissue at Ye Ranran.

Ye Ranran dodged it, unfazed.

"You vent your anger on me, but why don’t you go find that vixen? If you’d directed half of the fury you have towards me at that vixen, why would you need to cry here?" Ye Ranran said disdainfully.

"What do you know? That vixen is not some nobody, she is Xia Shi’s aunt," she was told.

This news was explosive, and Ye Ranran felt like she had been struck by lightning, leaving her scorched inside and out: "What exactly is going on here?"

Perhaps repressed for too long, the mother, despite disliking Ye Ranran, laid it all out.

The Xia Family was known for military medicine, but Xia Shi’s aunt was not a military doctor. She had taken the most difficult path: she had joined the army.

The Xia Family naturally disapproved. If she had been a boy, they would have clapped in approval, but she was a girl.

She was the only girl of Xia Shi’s father’s generation. How could they bear to let her suffer such hardship?

But Xia Qing was adamant about joining the army. When the family did not agree and locked her up, she packed two sets of clothes and slipped away through the window.

Once she left, it was four years before she returned, and when she did, she had become a staff officer.

A female staff officer, beautiful as a flower, which man in the forces wouldn’t adore her?

Yet Xia Qing was picky, not fancying any of them, delaying until she turned thirty.