The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 961 - 967: Becoming More and More Shameless

Chapter 961: Chapter 967: Becoming More and More Shameless

This person, really, their mouth is filled with nothing but lies, Gu Yan thought as if her heart was a clear mirror.

If she hadn’t known that Ye Ranran was Jun Mochan’s wife, she might have targeted Ye Ranran, but now that she knew.

She wasn’t foolish enough to clash with Jun Mochan.

"I don’t mind being your secret lover," Gu Yan’s large eyes fluttered as she silently flirted with him.

Song Ze’s reply was heartless, "Sorry, I’m not interested in you."

Such words were hurtful, especially to a proud woman.

Gu Yan wanted to storm off, but she couldn’t let it go; she wanted to see some other expression on that always cold face.

Like how Jun Mochan cared for Ye Ranran.

Her encounters with Jun Mochan were few—just once or twice, and each meet-up was brief, but they were all high society people.

Who doesn’t wear a mask?

But such a person could openly show their concern for Ye Ranran in front of others.

No wonder everyone said that to get a hold of Jun Mochan, you had to get a hold of his wife.

That such a fragile woman could still be alive was indeed a curiosity.

"Ye Ranran is stronger than you think," Song Ze suddenly said.

Last night he had fallen but hadn’t completely passed out; it was cold and painful—he wasn’t a corpse, incapable of feeling.

He just couldn’t muster any strength.

Of course, he found it odd why Ye Ranran would save him.

A woman too kind for her own good, Song Ze disdained.

...

"Don’t be angry," Ye Ranran said softly after they got into the car.

Jun Mochan’s eyes were deep and unfathomable, like a dark abyss, "Shouldn’t the lady inform me of the specifics?"

Although he had guessed, only she knew the details.

"It’s just that I was careless and got manipulated by Song Ze." Intuition told Ye Ranran that knowing the full story would enrage Jun Mochan.

But could her little bit of cunning really fool Jun Mochan?

"Ranran, what are you hiding?" Jun Mochan’s gaze was fixed on her.

Feeling his predatory stare, Ye Ranran couldn’t help but shrink her neck.

"You have to promise me you won’t scold me after you know the truth," Ye Ranran sought a promise.

"I’ll only pamper you," Jun Mochan smiled.

His words were full of ambiguity and suggestive undertones, but paired with the cold smirk on his face, they seemed sinister.

"Then I won’t tell," Ye Ranran was determined to resist to the end.

"Is that so? Are you sure, madam?" Jun Mochan’s hand moved to her waist, with a barely restrained urge to slide further inside.

Ye Ranran’s face instantly turned red.

"You brute." Where had he learned these tricks? He was becoming increasingly shameless.

"If madam doesn’t tell, I’ll be even more of a brute," Jun Mochan’s hand had slipped inside her clothes, starting to ignite a fire on Ye Ranran’s body.

Ye Ranran’s body hadn’t recovered yet, and she couldn’t withstand his teasing; soon she begged for mercy.

"Wouldn’t it be better to surrender earlier?"

Ye Ranran: "..." Such a shameless man.

She told Jun Mochan everything, start to finish, and as the story unfolded, Jun Mochan’s face grew increasingly grim.

"You’ve got quite the nerve," a cold light shot from Jun Mochan’s eyes.

After sending Ye Ranran home, Jun Mochan immediately called for a doctor to come over.

Ye Ranran looked at her home clothes, frowned, and quickly picked up her pajamas.

Thinking about the doctor’s impending visit, she changed into a set of casual clothes.

A T-shirt and long pants, an athletic look that accentuated her delicate frame.