The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 917 - 914: The Mask of Hypocrisy

Chapter 917: Chapter 914: The Mask of Hypocrisy

He must have not wanted her to hear, so he stepped out.

Ye Ranran sat by the hospital bed, gazing at Song Ze on the bed.

His face was pale, lying there quietly, as if he were sleeping.

Ye Ranran watched for a while, her heartbeat speeding up a bit. She trembled as she reached out her hand, feeling the faint breathing beneath her palm, which finally settled her heart.

"Don’t be paranoid," Ye Ranran patted her own face.

He’s still fine now, he must be alright, definitely not the same as grandfather.

Just as Ye Ranran’s heart hadn’t calmed down, two people walked in from outside.

A noblewoman and Song Yue.

Ye Ranran hadn’t notified the Song family. First, the Song family hadn’t contacted her, and even with Song Ze missing for such a long period, they weren’t urgent.

She wondered whether they really did not care or had given up on him.

Secondly, Song Ze didn’t want to see them either. Considering these reasons, she naturally felt no need to specifically inform them.

Especially since the surgery only had a thirty percent chance of success.

Seeing Song Ze lying pale on the bed, the noblewoman called out several times, receiving no response. Then she questioned Ye Ranran, "What did you do to my son?"

So she was Song Ze’s mother.

Ye Ranran looked over the noblewoman in front of her, eyes like spring water, eyebrows naturally dark, lips red without adornment, carrying the aura of an elegant orchid in a lonely valley. Even though her skin was a bit slack, one could still tell how charming she must have been in her youth.

Song Ze had inherited his mother’s beauty.

The woman spoke with a bit of aggression, but considering she was Song Ze’s mother and it all stemmed from her worry for Song Ze, Ye Ranran decided not to take it to heart.

"He just had surgery, and hasn’t woken up yet."

"Hasn’t woken up yet, or will never wake up again?" Song Yue chuckled, her brilliant smile seeming more like a sneer to Ye Ranran.

"He will definitely wake up," Ye Ranran emphasized, her fists clenched tight where no one could see.

"Really? Then what is this?" Song Yue threw a document at Ye Ranran.

The cold white paper hit Ye Ranran’s face, colder than the autumn rain.

The paper circled around Ye Ranran’s face before falling to the ground.

Without picking it up, Ye Ranran knew what was written on it; it was just a contract stating the success rate of the surgery and the signatures of those who agreed to the procedure.

All signed by her.

She had agreed to it, and she had signed her name.

Glancing at the paper by her feet, Ye Ranran lifted her head again. Her face wore the usual gentle and harmless smile, "Why make such a fuss? Isn’t this outcome what you wanted to see?"

Her appearing so timely here, Ye Ranran didn’t believe she just got the news.

She probably knew all along and was just waiting for this moment.

And maybe the phone call from Jun Mochan earlier has something to do with her.

"Thirty percent chance of success, what if my son really had an accident?" Song Mother was furious.

"If you’re really that worried about him, why did you send him to the hospital in the first place and then abandon him there? Do you know what those people did to him?"

"You were able to do such cruel things, how are you not afraid that he might die?" At least now there’s a thirty percent chance.

"You never visited him once. Are you maybe unable to accept a foolish son? So what are you pretending to be a good mother for now?" Ye Ranran ruthlessly tore off Song Mother’s hypocritical mask.