"Mrs. Jun is unhappy, and Mr. Jun is sad. I don’t know, how can I make Mrs. Jun happy?" Jun Mochan asked softly in Ye Ranran’s ear.
His gentle voice, like a gentle breeze in March, dispelled the worries in people’s hearts.
Before Ye Ranran could say anything, Jun Mochan’s phone rang again.
"President, Miss Feng is requesting to see you," Ah Chuan’s voice came through the phone.
Jun Mochan pondered for a moment: "Let her come, to the third hospital."
Feng Xi arrived quickly, and when she saw Ye Ranran, she glared at her hatefully.
But when she turned to face Jun Mochan, her smile was full: "Mo Han, the director said you want to replace me, is there a misunderstanding?"
Ye Ranran, as if she didn’t see her provocation, quietly stayed by Jun Mochan’s side.
Jun Mochan looked at her expressionlessly: "No mistake, I am replacing you."
"Why?" Feng Xi raised her voice.
Realizing her tone wasn’t appropriate, she softened her voice, "Is there a misunderstanding? Or did I do something wrong?"
Jun Mochan embraced Ye Ranran: "Let me introduce you, this is my wife."
Feng Xi looked at him in surprise: "You’re married?"
"Yes, I am. We’ve kept it private because my wife doesn’t want to show off," Jun Mochan glanced at Ye Ranran, his eyes full of affection.
"I don’t know what I did in the past to make you misunderstand and even made you delusional, but I don’t want my wife to misunderstand, I don’t want her to be unhappy, and I don’t want our marriage to be marred because of you."
"I’ve warned you before not to hold any irrational hopes, but you’ve crossed my lines again and again. If that’s the case, then don’t blame me for being unkind."
After finishing the conversation, Jun Mochan didn’t care if Feng Xi heard it or not, he raised his chin at Ah Chuan: "Everything has been said, please show Miss Feng out."
For fear of Feng Xi causing trouble, Ah Chuan specifically brought bodyguards.
"Please show Miss Feng out," Ah Chuan said to the bodyguards nearby.
It was more of a dismissal than a polite request, Feng Xi and her assistant, her agent were all thrown out.
For some reason, Ye Ranran felt a sense of satisfaction in her heart.
She had to admit, Jun Mochan understood her thoughts well, but it was this understanding that frightened her a bit.
"So, is Mrs. Jun satisfied now?" Jun Mochan pinched Ye Ranran’s face.
Ye Ranran knocked his hand away: "Don’t think that I’ll stop being angry just because of this."
"Okay, I know it’s hard to win Mrs. Jun over," Jun Mochan lifted her up in his arms: "But it’s okay, I will show through my actions that no matter what, I will never betray you."
"What are you doing, let me down!" Ye Ranran, scared, clung to Jun Mochan.
Jun Mochan put her on the chair, looking at her pale face, he frowned: "Come on, I’ll take you for a full-body check-up."
An old injury inflamed, adding a new injury.
Holding the report, Jun Mochan looked guilt-ridden: "What did you do when I was away, not able to take care of yourself?"
Ye Ranran was helpless too: "The other party had long, sharp nails."
"Should I arrange two bodyguards for you?" Jun Mochan considered.
Ye Ranran hurriedly stopped him: "No."
She’s just a small designer, if she was seen coming out with bodyguards, what would others think?
Jun Mochan didn’t say anything, just quietly looked at her.
Ye Ranran raised her hand: "I promise, this kind of thing won’t happen again."
"If there is a next time, I will arrange two bodyguards for you," Jun Mochan said, in a tone that would brook no argument.