"Don’t look at me like that, I’m not falling for your tricks. Today, I am here with my wife."
The rest of the sentence wasn’t finished, but the point was made clear enough - to mess with Ye Ranran, they’d have to go through him first.
Ye Ranran’s father sighed, "Ranran, haven’t you made enough of a scene yet? Isn’t your anger gone?"
Is he switching from intimidation to pleas now? Nice play. Ye Ranran’s sarcastic smile deepened, "Making a scene? Excuse me, and what is ’making a scene’ exactly?"
"If insisting on my rights to my property is what you consider ’making a scene,’ then so be it."
Her father’s face turned ashen, "Just consider this house as a gift to me."
Ye Ranran was shocked at his audacity: "Gift you? Why would I gift you?"
"Can’t you show some respect to your father?" Ye Tianjiao rolled her eyes.
They infuriated Ye Ranran to the point of shaking. Every time she had to face them, she found her stamina insufficient.
When she was about to retort, Jun Mochan held her in his arms.
Her back, pressed against his chest, soaking in the warmth that kept pouring into her from his torso, melting the gradually freezing heart of Ye Ranran.
"This house is my wife’s. If she wants you gone, then you better pack up and leave. If not..."
As Jun Mochan glanced towards the door, Ah Chuan and his bodyguards stepped in.
"Kick them and their stuff out." Jun Mochan commanded mercilessly.
"Wait." Gao Han finally spoke.
Ye Ranran looked at him, emotionless, with not even a ripple in her gaze.
"If you want this house, then it’s yours. We’ll clear out our stuff shortly. Ranran, I..."
"I appreciate your generosity, brother-in-law. You have a day to move out. The locks will be changed the day after tomorrow."
With that, Ye Ranran turned to leave.
"Wait." Her father called out.
Ye Ranran stopped, "What else do you have to say, dad?"
"Could we have a moment alone?" He seemed to be asking Ye Ranran, but really, he was asking Jun Mochan.
Without a second thought, Jun Mochan refused flatly: "No."
Let him take advantage of Ye Ranran in private? Dream on!
"Speak up if you have something to say, dad. We have no strangers here." Ye Ranran clung to Jun Mochan.
She thought she was strong, she thought she was tough. But facing these shameless people, she realized, she wasn’t enough.
"Can’t you two be apart for a moment?" Ye Tianjiao sneered.
Jun Mochan gave her a look, his gaze frosty cold, sending chills down Ye Tianjiao’s spine.
"My wife trusts me, that’s why she has me by her side. You have a problem with that?"
The menacingly soft voice was a quiet threat. Ye Tianjiao quickly shook her head.
"Fine, nothing more to say. You can leave now." Ye Ranran’s father looked tired.
"Y’all better move out today. I don’t want to see you here tomorrow." Leaving this sentence behind, Ye Ranran walked away with Jun Mochan, without looking back.
"Feeling relieved?" In the car, Jun Mochan asked.
Ye Ranran, not showing a hint of sadness or relief, replied: "I’m neither happy nor unhappy. But you don’t have to worry, I’m not sad."
"From now on, you can only think about me. Forget all the nonsense people and things."
Jun Mochan’s overbearing statement amused Ye Ranran: "Who is this bossy?"
"Your husband, who else!"
Suddenly, the car jolted and came to a halt.
"What happened?" Jun Mochan instinctively reached out to hold Ye Ranran.