"I refuse to get up. Haven’t you always liked me? If I told you that I also kind of like you, wouldn’t you be happy?" Gao Han clung to Ye Ranran’s hand.
"Are you sick? Let me remind you, I’m already married, and I don’t like you anymore." Ye Ranran struggled fiercely.
Yet in the battle of strength between men and women, Gao Han easily pinned Ye Ranran’s hand above her head.
His big body was heavily pressed against hers.
The light scent wafting from Ye Ranran reached his nostrils, and the soft body in his arms began to elevate his temperature.
Look in Gao Han’s eyes gradually altered.
When he was courting Ye Ranran, he had only kissed her and never did anything further.
He had thought about taking her completely, but every time he came to the final step, Ye Ranran would always evade.
Now, she was back in his arms.
She was originally his woman.
"Gao Han, you’re courting disaster." As Ye Ranran was about to kick him in the face of his descending head, a sharp interrogation came from the doorway, "What are you doing?"
A wave of bitterness surged in Ye Ranran’s heart. It was too late; everything was too late.
The harsh voice of Ye Tianjiao cleared the murkiness in Gao Han’s eyes momentarily. Looking at the pale-faced Ye Ranran beneath him, he looked at her apologetically, "Ranran, I..."
"Get off me now." Ye Ranran’s demeanor was cold.
Just as Gao Han was about to scramble to his feet, Ye Tianjiao charged forward, "You guys are actually having an affair behind my back."
A crowd had gathered at the entrance, drawn by the noise. Hearing Ye Tianjiao’s accusation, they all pointed fingers at Ye Ranran and Gao Han.
"Tianjiao, things are not what you think." Gao Han attempted to explain.
But Ye Tianjiao didn’t want to listen, "It’s not what I think? I saw it with my own eyes. One is my sister and the other is my husband. Nice, very nice."
"Sister, I really can’t believe it."
"Yes, she actually took her sister’s husband. How could she do such a thing?"
"Isn’t that Miss Ye? Back in the day, her mother stole someone else’s man and had her."
"I’ve also heard about it. Back then, her mother relied on her wealth to break up another family. It’s unexpected that the daughter would do the same."
Ye Ranran listened indifferently, her face expressionless as if they weren’t discussing her.
At that moment, Jun Mochan pushed through the crowd and appeared in front of Ye Ranran.
"Ranran." Seeing her, he quickly walked over, concern and anxiety written all over his face.
Ye Ranran instinctively avoided his reaching hands.
Catching her slight movement, Jun Mochan’s eyes grew cold. He forcefully grabbed Ye Ranran and held her in his arms.
He gently patted her on the back, "It’s okay, I’m here. Don’t worry."
"Jun Mochan, your wife’s cheating on you and you’re still indifferent?" Ye Tianjiao interrogated.
In front of Ye Tianjiao, Jun Mochan’s gentleness vanished. His eyes were filled with ice, "Mrs. Gao, watch your words. The consequence of slandering Mrs. Jun is not something you can bear."
"I’m slandering her? We all saw it, she was lying on the couch with my husband, that posture..." Ye Tianjiao couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.
"He was drunk and fell on me. I couldn’t break free, and that’s how you saw it. Believe it or not, that’s the truth. But it seems your husband still harbors feelings for me." Ye Ranran’s voice was calm.