The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 975 - 1001: Any Regrets?

Chapter 975: Chapter 1001: Any Regrets?

"Okay, this way." The fabric shop owner made a welcoming gesture.

He wanted to walk beside Ye Ranran, but One stubbornly squeezed into the middle, so he moved to the right, and One quickly stepped to that side first.

The fabric shop owner wanted to say something, but upon seeing One’s expressionless face, he forcibly swallowed his discontent.

The workshop was spacious and bright, with fully mechanized operations and flame and explosion-proof devices installed, and all the necessary permits were in place.

Ye Ranran glanced around casually, finding no faults with the fabrics.

After about an hour, she left.

"Don’t rush to draft the contract. Observe for a while longer and conduct several surprise inspections. Once everything is confirmed to be correct, then we can discuss the prices." After returning to J.C., Ye Ranran immediately said.

The marketing director and the product director exchanged glances and nodded in unison: "Understood."

"Well, that’s all. Get back to work." Ye Ranran checked the time; it was only five o’clock, still an hour left until the end of the workday.

Ye Ranran returned to her office and had just sat down when her phone rang.

Song Ze sent a video.

Ye Ranran opened it to see billowing smoke enveloping a white building, with red flames like charging clouds, wrapping around the building.

The entire building, only a speck of white showing, the originally lush trees, the leaves withering at a rate visible to the naked eye, the flames rising before turning to ash and falling with the wind.

Ye Ranran’s pupils constricted, and she immediately called Jun Mochan.

All she got was the sound of the phone being turned off.

Just as she was about to call again, she received another call.

"Song Ze, what have you done?" Ye Ranran’s voice tried to remain calm, but still, it trembled uncontrollably.

"What have I done? Didn’t I just show you?" A cold voice, as pleasant as ever, hit Ye Ranran’s ears like a death knell.

"I think instead of questioning me here, you should go see how your husband is doing. If you’re late, you won’t even see him for the last time."

Song Ze’s words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last bit of warmth in Ye Ranran’s heart.

"Song Ze, if something happens to him, I will never forgive you." Ye Ranran’s tone was cold, like the coldest breeze in deep autumn, slicing through Song Ze’s very soul.

It brought out a long-forgotten and blurred memory.

"I need to protect my sister."

"For my sister, I’m not afraid."

Disordered and unclear thoughts surfaced in his mind, and Song Ze couldn’t make sense of them.

He and she didn’t have any relationship to speak of; whether he was forgiven by her didn’t matter, Song Ze scoffed to himself.

"You really are ruthless." Gu Yan entered from outside.

She was wearing a tight skirt and a white chiffon blouse, sharp and capable, completely exuding a ’femme fatale’ vibe.

Song Ze had been staying here for a while, his demeanour barely changed, behaving completely like a lord.

A few days ago, the Song Family people came, and Gu Yan managed to send them away.

They were so enthusiastic he couldn’t really refuse them.

"Do you expect me to be merciful to her?"

"No." Gu Yan responded quickly.

Song Ze remained silent, his eyes cold and detached, emitting an unapproachable aura.

Just as Gu Yan sat down on his bed, Song Ze suddenly stood up.

He had been resting these days, his complexion a bit pale, but his injuries were no longer serious; the doctor had said yesterday that he could leave, but he had waited until today.

"Where are you going?" Gu Yan quickly stood up, her usual calm gone, her concern evident in her eyes.