The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 939 - 936: Maintain Good Relationships

Chapter 939: Chapter 936: Maintain Good Relationships

"At home, if anything happens to him, it’s all ’mom didn’t take good care of him’ and I get branded the cruel stepmother. When that time comes, how she will treat you, well, I don’t need to say more, do I?"

Everyone had seen how harsh Mrs. Huo had been to Ye Ranran in the past; this time, it would probably be even worse.

"You don’t need to say these things to me, just take good care of yourself," Ye Ranran snorted coldly.

"I’ll have someone come and clean up in a bit. From now on, this will be your home. Do whatever you want, and don’t hold back," Ye Ranran said to Xia Yi before she left.

"Thank you, second sister-in-law," Xia Yi smiled at Ye Ranran.

A faint smile appeared on Ye Ranran’s face as well.

"Madam, you shouldn’t have gotten involved in these muddy waters," One said after they left.

Although the Huo Family had close ties with the Jun Family, the Huo Family was still the Huo Family. Especially when it came to the older generation’s family matters, what was her involvement worth?

"What do you think my goal is? If this matter isn’t handled well, and mom really is driven out, where will she go? Where could she go?"

She would have no choice but to return to the Jun Family.

At that time, she would be in a foul mood, her love life troubled, and she would find Ye Ranran even more disagreeable - a tense mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship turning into all-out war.

"If it were you, which side would you help?"

Helping either side would be wrong!

Neither side were good people.

"Better to go through some trouble and handle this matter well. Even if it ends in divorce, preserving the relationship is key." Her requirements really weren’t high, as long as Mrs. Huo stopped disliking her, that would be enough.

One fell silent.

Ye Ranran did not look at his expression, her head lowered as she descended the stairs at a calm pace: "In your eyes, I may not be very capable, acting recklessly and without regard."

"It’s not like that, Madam, please don’t misunderstand," he actually wanted to say that she had already done very well, really well.

It was just that some waters were too deep, and Jun Mochan didn’t want her to wade into them.

"Listen to me. I know you mean well for me, but some troubles can’t be avoided, just as there are things that must be done."

The conflict between her and Mrs. Huo was an objective reality, as was her mother-son relationship with Jun Mochan.

Even if Jun Mochan loved her, she couldn’t expect him to never see his mother again, or to simply throw her out, could she?

No matter what, there was no better path than for everyone to maintain good relationships.

In this way, it’s good for you, good for me, good for everyone.

Of course, if they truly became incompatible, she would be helpless.

"Madam has thought things through thoroughly," One gave the first sycophantic compliment of his life.

"Alright, no need to flatter me. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re really thinking." She suspected it was mostly scorn.

One wanted to explain but didn’t know how to.

After thinking it over, he figured what Ye Ranran probably cared about most wasn’t his explanation, but Jun Mochan’s.

Having descended the stairs, Ye Ranran casually directed a servant to go up and tidy the place.

Mrs. Huo sat alone on the couch, her gaze a bit vacant, lost in thought. When she saw Ye Ranran come down, she forced a smile.

"I’m fine, mom doesn’t need to worry. It’s just that having been out so long, I must return now." It was four o’clock, and Jun Mochan would be arriving around five.

She had to be back before he returned; otherwise, he would definitely call to hurry her.

Thinking of Jun Mochan, Ye Ranran’s eyes filled with tenderness.

"Then be careful on your way," Mrs. Huo urged.

"Hmm, careful in everything. Remember what I told you, don’t act impulsively, respond to moves as they come, there’s nothing that can really bring us down," Ye Ranran squeezed Mrs. Huo’s hand.