The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 930 - 927: Capable of Anything

Chapter 930: Chapter 927: Capable of Anything

She couldn’t say whether she agreed or not; she only knew that she had to stand with Jun Mochan.

She suppressed all the discomfort in her heart, and her complexion quickly returned to normal.

"Madam, don’t overthink it. Sometimes, being kind to others is being cruel to oneself,"

One said an unprecedented amount of words to comfort someone, more than his usual single sentence. This was already a reward for her.

"I understand, it’s just that I can’t accept it for the moment," Ye Ranran smiled.

What the Energy Bureau represented was something Jun Mochan wouldn’t be unaware of. How could he...

"Most of the people in the Energy Bureau are from the Song Family, and they are researching a new virus intended to be used on us," One scoffed coldly.

Ye Ranran looked at him incredulously.

"Madam, in this world, people will do anything for power,"

"You’re right. I will treat today’s incident as if I know nothing," Ye Ranran said as she walked upstairs.

Just as One was about to pick up the breakfast on the table to follow her, he heard her say, "No need to bring it up, I’m just going to get something."

Ye Ranran took the laptop and the account book Grandfather Jun had given her.

She needed to scan the data and then compile the statistics. This represented the finance department’s annual income and expenditure, and she had to calculate the expenses, income, and whether there was a loss or a surplus.

Afterwards, she would print it out and give it to Grandfather Jun.

One stood not far from her, quietly watching her.

"I won’t be going out today, you don’t need to stand here," Ye Ranran said while eating breakfast.

She knew what Jun Mochan was worried about, but he really didn’t need to be that anxious.

"It’s alright, I have nothing else to do today anyway," One firmly remembered Jun Mochan’s command to keep a close eye on Ye Ranran.

Since he insisted, Ye Ranran said no more.

Just after finishing breakfast, Mrs. Huo called her.

"Ranran, are you up yet? Did I disturb you?"

"No, I’m already up. What’s the matter, Mom?" Ye Ranran placed the laptop on her knees.

"If you’re free today, come and keep me company. I’m bored at home by myself,"

Ye Ranran’s hands paused while opening the files: "I’ve got something to do today; I’ll come over in the afternoon."

"You’re already busy and you haven’t even started working? There’s no need to push yourself so hard; our family can support you," Mrs. Huo complained.

"It’s a task Grandpa gave me, just a few tables, not a very heavy job. It won’t be too tiring," Ye Ranran said lightly.

One, standing nearby, rolled his eyes continuously.

Ye Ranran’s talent in lying had really grown stronger, almost convincing even him.

"Alright then, just remember not to tire yourself out. When you’re free, you should focus on nourishing your body so you can give me a big, fat grandson soon," Mrs. Huo advised.

"Mom."

"Okay, I won’t press you. As long as you are aware,"

After hanging up the phone, Ye Ranran’s face was still a little red. Thinking of the doctor’s words from the day before, she picked up the traditional Chinese medicine that hadn’t yet cooled and downed it in one go.

"What are you doing?" One watched in horror.

Was she disregarding her life?

Ye Ranran took a napkin and wiped her mouth: "If I don’t do this, I won’t be able to drink it later."

This thing, indeed, wasn’t very bitter, but it had a very strange taste.

No matter how delicious something is, anyone would be sick of it after eating it continuously for a month or two, let alone something that tasted odd?

That would be even harder to stomach.

One looked at her with something akin to sympathy.

"Don’t look at me with that kind of expression." She disliked it.

One withdrew the inappropriate look from his face.

After scanning all the data and compiling half of it, Ye Ranran felt tired.