The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 943 - 940: Pushing Things to the Extreme Will Backfire

Chapter 943: Chapter 940: Pushing Things to the Extreme Will Backfire

"How come? Won’t let me see?" Ye Ranran didn’t hear his answer and persisted in getting one.

"Madam can look as long as she wishes; she can even touch," Jun Mochan said earnestly.

Hooligan! Ye Ranran blushed.

The scene was very heartwarming, and the conversation was indeed blush-inducing, but of course, if one could ignore the bloody smell in the nose and the wails in the ears, then it was truly perfect.

One looked at the loving couple, hesitant to move forward.

"Send him back," Jun Mochan said without even glancing at Chu Jiang.

One silently picked up Chu Jiang and walked out as if carrying a pile of trash.

And he discarded Chu Jiang at the Chu family’s doorstep just like throwing out the trash.

"If you dare say a word about tonight’s incident, you can forget about keeping your life," One said emotionlessly before leaving.

His tone was as calm as if he was discussing what to eat for the day.

Chu Jiang’s eyes were filled with humiliation and hatred, but he couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t even complain.

He could only continue to live in humiliation, in this crippled state.

"Where are we going now?" Ye Ranran asked, curious, noticing that they were not on the way home.

It was already past ten o’clock; they should be heading back. Even at home, he would usually be urging her to go to sleep by now.

"Don’t ask too much; you’ll know soon," Jun Mochan teased.

"All mysterious," Ye Ranran turned her face away, looking out the window at the scenery.

Knowing she was a bit angry, Jun Mochan just smiled and didn’t try to appease her.

The car stopped in front of a flower shop, and Jun Mochan got out. Soon, he emerged from the shop.

In his hands, he carried a large bouquet of roses, the bright flowers hiding his upper body and making his already gentle face even more tender.

His picturesque eyes and brows carried a deep affection that was as intoxicating and irresistible as the fatal poppy.

"Even though Valentine’s Day has passed, I think today is not too late. It might be a bit cliché, but if others have it, Madam should have it too."

It wasn’t a romantic speech, but it filled Ye Ranran’s heart with immense happiness.

Nothing complements a beauty like fresh flowers, and there isn’t a woman in the world who doesn’t love flowers or sweet nothings.

Especially when they are from the person she loves the most.

"It might be a bit late, but I am very happy," Ye Ranran said, taking the bouquet and holding it in her arms.

"This is the second bunch of flowers you’ve given me." The first was for her birthday last year.

"Besides the necklace and the diamond, and now these flowers, in the future, just give me flowers if you feel the need, no need to give too many things, otherwise, I am afraid I won’t cherish them," Ye Ranran’s eyes glistened with happiness, joy, and a touch of unease.

What was she anxious about? What could she possibly be worried about now?

"Being too happy isn’t good; things always turn around, so..." Her childhood had been too happy.

Before she turned ten, she was a little princess who could do anything, with a dad, a mom, a grandpa, and an older brother.

Each of them loved her dearly, each held her in the palm of their hands.

Later, she lost them one by one.

Her father was no longer the kind father, her mother passed away, her older brother abandoned her, and, finally, her grandfather also left.

She was left all alone in the world.

Although she had a family, she became like rootless duckweed, trying hard to grasp something, but ending up empty-handed.