Everyone stared at them curiously, as if unsure whose side to take.
"You don’t know her, huh?" Jun Mochan squinted at Ye Ranran with a gloomy look in his eyes.
Ye Ranran felt a chill down her spine but managed to squeeze out a smile. "Actually, Young Master Jun and I have collaborated in the past and met a few times. On hearing I was unwell, he has graciously offered to take care of me."
Oh? Jun Mochan turned to her, his eyes sharper than an arrow, making Ye Ranran feel uncomfortable as if a needle was pricking her in the back.
Ye Ranran dared not monitor his expressions but breathed a sigh of relief when he finally kept quiet.
" Designer Ye seems to love wearing hats. She hasn’t taken hers off since I met her." Feng Xi noted casually.
"Miss Feng seems to have an unusual number of queries. Whether I love to wear hats or not is my personal affair, isn’t it? Just like Miss Feng’s fondness for sunglasses," Ye Ranran rebuffed with a smile.
Her words, though gentle and soft, were imposing when they fell into one’s ears.
Not to be underestimated, Feng Xi couldn’t help but look at her carefully.
Jun Mochan seemed to be especially generous towards her and he had not tried to hide this fact since he arrived.
What exactly is the relationship between these two then?
Confronted with Feng Xi’s inquiring gaze, Ye Ranran calmly met it.
As for Jun Mochan, he ignored it and continued to order food, all his choices were Ranran’s favorites.
"Don’t add chili." When he passed the menu to the next person, Jun Mochan instructed the waiter.
"Alright," The waiter quickly made a note of it.
Fliping through the menu, Che Hao said leisurely, "If it is Young Master Jun’s treat, I won’t be polite."
Then, he ordered a few of the most expensive dishes.
Other than Che Hao, no one else ordered anything.
The food arrived quickly and everyone remained unmoved, all eyes were on Jun Mochan.
"Let’s eat. Aren’t you hungry?" Jun Mochan glanced at Ye Ranran.
As Ye Ranran reached out to grab her chopsticks, Jun Mochan quickly put some lettuce into her bowl, "Never mind, what do you want to eat? I’ll help you."
Suddenly, everyone fixed their bizarre stares at Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran: "...." quietly lowered her head, pretending to know nothing.
Seeing such exceptional care that Jun Mochan was showing towards Ye Ranran, Feng Xi pursed her lips, "Mo Han, I want some too."
Ye Ranran had goosebumps all over her body.
"If you want it, take it yourself. If you can’t reach it, ask the waiter, and by the way, I’m not familiar with Miss Feng, so don’t call me so intimately."
Jun Mochan rejected her without consideration.
Ye Ranran looked at him in surprise.
"What, you have an objection?" Catching Ye Ranran’s gaze, Jun Mochan gritted his teeth and asked.
Ye Ranran quickly shook her head, "No, no objection."
"Young Master Jun cares so much about Designer Ye, could it be that he fancies her?" Che Hao asked seriously.
"Whether I do or not, what does it have to do with you?"
Choked by the reply, Che Hao dared not ask anymore, but a shadow flashed in his eyes.
After dinner, Ye Ranran excused herself to the restroom, temporarily escaping the strange and oppressive atmosphere.
As she returned and reached the door, she was suddenly grabbed by a pair of hands. She was about to shout when her mouth was covered, then a familiar scent filled her nostrils.
Ye Ranran relaxed immediately.
Jun Mochan pulled her into the private room next door, his face was sullen and his eyes were unkind.
Ye Ranran looked at him, utterly bewildered, "What’s wrong now?"
" Mrs. Jun, shouldn’t you feel a pang of jealousy when another woman covets your husband?" If it were someone else, they would have been filled with jealousy by now.
But she seems perfectly fine.
"You drove them away, didn’t you?" Ye Ranran had an innocent expression.
"And what if I didn’t?" Jun Mochan leaned in closer to her.