Ye Ranran closed her eyes as well.
Just as they were about to kiss, Ah Chuan’s voice interrupted at a rather untimely moment: "President, we are here."
Ye Ranran, her face flushed, quickly pushed Jun Mochan away and hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt to get out of the car.
The dark gaze of Jun Mochan fell upon Ah Chuan, making his scalp tingle with trepidation, sensing that he had caused some trouble.
Looking at the commercial building in front, Ye Ranran turned to Jun Mochan: "Why did you bring me here?"
Was it to buy clothes? But she already had enough clothes, there was no need for more.
"There’s a banquet tomorrow, I want you to accompany me," Jun Mochan said as he stood beside her.
Ye Ranran instinctively touched her hat and said, "But I..."
"You can wear a wig, just for that occasion."
When it came to doing business, even if she didn’t want to, she understood that some events were just necessary to attend.
"I didn’t say I wouldn’t go, I’m just afraid that I might embarrass Mr. Jun." Ye Ranran voluntarily took Jun Mochan’s hand.
Jun Mochan got closer to her and whispered in her ear, "In my eyes, Mrs. Jun is the best."
The soft words of affection left Ye Ranran blushing.
Because of the banquet, Ye Ranran left work early.
KU Clothing had sent a message saying that the dress was almost ready, and asked her to come the next afternoon to take a look.
If there were no issues, the dress could be delivered.
As she didn’t have anything to do that day, the director gladly granted her leave when she asked for it.
"Ranran, why are you leaving so early today?" Luo Qi looked at the time on her computer.
It was only three o’clock.
"I have something to do, I’m leaving first," Ye Ranran smiled.
"What’s up? If it’s something good, remember to include me," Luo Qi asked eagerly.
"It’s personal business, I have to go deal with it." Ye Ranran picked up her bag: "I’m leaving first, don’t forget what I told you. I’ll need the materials tomorrow."
"Oh." Luo Qi sat back in her seat.
Leaving the company, Ye Ranran headed straight to the villa, and after changing her clothes, she was just about to do her makeup, when there came a timely knock on the door.
"Ma’am, the makeup artist is here, should I send her up?"
A makeup artist? Ye Ranran opened the door: "I didn’t call for one, though."
"Oh, it was Young Master who called. He said he would be here soon."
He really didn’t trust her skills. Ye Ranran muttered in her heart, but her face didn’t show anything: "Let them in."
Sitting at the vanity, Ye Ranran boldly removed her hat.
The place where she had received stitches only had a pale pink scar left, and the cut hair had started to grow back. Unless one looked closely, it wouldn’t be noticeable.
The makeup artist, who probably had been instructed by Jun Mochan in advance, did not look surprised upon seeing Ye Ranran’s condition. She simply suggested, "Ma’am, do you want to wear a wig?"
"Yes." Ye Ranran pointed to the wig on the vanity table. "I’m not very good at this, could you help me manage it?"
The makeup artist put the wig on Ye Ranran, and then pulled it up, leaving a small lock of hair visible at the front.
"Ma’am’s skin is so good that there’s no need for heavy makeup. I’ll give you a little blush, and then a slight touch up on the rest. Is that alright?"
Ye Ranran’s skin was so exquisite and poreless, soft as silk, and as white as jade, that the makeup artist thought there was no need for any foundation, just a bit of blush was enough.
Soon, the makeup was done.
With her refined features lightly made up, grass-green eyes brighter and clearer than a spring, cheeks flushed, and a small smile playing on her lips, Ye Ranran looked absolutely stunning. She wore a long white evening dress that highlighted her slender figure.