The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 872 - 869: Ultimately, There’s No Escape

Chapter 872: Chapter 869: Ultimately, There’s No Escape

The Song Family, his hand clenched the report tightly.

He deeply understood that to target Song Yue, he must bring down the Song Family.

But the Song Family had flourishing branches and leaves; how could it be moved so easily?

Yet no matter what, he was determined to cut them down one by one.

Ye Ranran woke up startled in the middle of the night, reaching out beside the bed to find only cold emptiness. She got out of bed groggily, searching for the figure that could calm her.

Standing at the study’s doorway, she could faintly hear his voice, something about the Song Family, something about energy.

"Awake? Why not keep sleeping?" Hearing footsteps, Jun Mochan looked up, saw it was her, and quickly set down the phone in his hand to walk towards her.

"I’m fine, but what about you? Is there an emergency? You’re still dealing with it so late?" Ye Ranran yawned, feeling a bit nervous.

"Just a meeting, don’t be nervous. Go back to sleep; I’ll be done soon."

Fortunately, Ye Ranran was used to it. She didn’t like being clingy or asking too many questions, so she nodded, drifting toward the bathroom like a ghost, then went back to sleep.

As long as he was in the house, breathing the same air as her, she felt at ease.

When she woke up, Ye Ranran replied to the TV station, agreeing to the interview.

Only she wanted to bring Song Ze with her; there had to be someone to help look after him.

"Why bring him along?" Jun Mochan was worried Song Ze might cause trouble, making things difficult for her.

"Even though he doesn’t understand anything, I still want to take him to see it. I can’t promise him the view of all the world’s scenery, but I want him to experience this," even if he had forgotten these things he had dealt with before.

"Alright, if you’ve decided, then take him with you." Jun Mochan pondered for a moment and ultimately didn’t object.

She thought he would just drop her off at the entrance, but unexpectedly, he got out of the car with her.

"I can go in by myself." Ye Ranran’s eyes held a smile.

"I have the time, I’ll walk you in." Jun Mochan offered his hand to her.

Ye Ranran liked holding Jun Mochan’s large hand very much—warm, broad, with thin calluses on his fingers, which she had not understood at first.

Why would someone so privileged have calluses, she wondered until she saw him coolly draw a gun with those hands, decisively executing someone in front of her.

Then she understood—they were from practicing with guns, perhaps not only that.

At that time, she had been panicked, but he kept holding her tight, his strong grip not allowing her the slightest chance to flee.

She thought there was no escaping it, and her heart settled into an unusual calmness.

Ye Ranran, lost in thought, failed to see the steps ahead, missed her footing, and was about to fall when Jun Mochan steadied her in time: "How could you be so careless?"

Ye Ranran blushed, not daring to admit that her thoughts had distracted her.

Fortunately, Jun Mochan didn’t press for answers.

After escorting her inside, he adjusted her scarf for her: "Once you’re done, I’ll come pick you up. If it ends early, call me."

"I know, I know, get back to your work. I’m not a child; you don’t have to look after me." Ye Ranran shooed him away.

She didn’t want him to waste too much time because of her; she didn’t want him working so late every day.

Jun Mochan placed a kiss on her face.

Ye Ranran’s already fair and rosy skin flushed even more.

She tugged at the scarf she was wearing, wrapping herself up tighter, scared that others would see the marks.

Jun Mochan chuckled quietly, leaving before Ye Ranran could become angry out of embarrassment.

Ye Ranran’s cheeks were tinted with shyness, and the smile on her lips was unstoppable.