"Isn’t the office more romantic?" Jun Mochan’s brows rose playfully, his smile sinister.
Ye Ranran realized long ago that the seemingly gentle and refined Jun Mochan had this dark side. After all, who could truly be optimistic when sitting in such a position?
The so-called gentleness and refinement were but a façade. Beneath it was a darkness deeper than the night.
Ye Ranran smiled, her arms slung around Jun Mochan’s neck, her breath sweet in his ear, "Husband, I’m not used to the office. Can we wait till we get home tonight?"
This Ye Ranran, gentle as water, dazzling as a blooming flower, bloomed just for him.
Jun Mochan was so smitten by her call that he nodded without thinking, "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it. The flame had already been kindled, how was he supposed to extinguish it?
But a promise given could not be taken back. Jun Mochan released Ye Ranran, fiercely gulping down several mouthfuls of cold water.
Ye Ranran tidied her clothes and seeing Jun Mochan’s disheveled appearance, felt a touch of amusement and a flicker of tenderness. This man, always so considerate of her feelings.
Once he had calmed down, Jun Mochan said to Ye Ranran, "The wedding dress is ready. We’ll pick it up tonight."
It’s happening so soon. Ye Ranran touched her bare scalp, "Can we hold the wedding later? I don’t want to wear a wig."
A bald bride, she reckoned she’d be the ugliest among the affluent wives.
That she didn’t want.
"Hmm, let’s pick a date half a year from now. After all, there are many things to do for the wedding," Jun Mochan said without lifting his head.
"You keep busy. I’ll be going first," Ye Ranran stood up.
Jun Mochan furrowed his brows, "You can just stay here and keep me company."
Although he had work to deal with, he didn’t mind her sitting by his side. He would never get tired of her.
Understanding his implied meaning, Ye Ranran smiled radiantly, "Mr. Jun, don’t make it seem as if only you are busy. I have things to do too. I just took up a new project, and I have a meeting scheduled for today."
She had been busy selecting actors recently, and since the company hadn’t assigned her any new tasks, she took up a project on her own.
To earn some extra cash.
"Alright then, be careful on the road," Jun Mochan cautioned.
Ye Ranran blew him a kiss, "Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon."
The lively Ye Ranran lifted Jun Mochan’s spirits as well, so the person who was supposed to be scolded at the afternoon meeting only got a mild rebuke.
Everyone admired and respected Ye Ranran even more.
After leaving J.C., Ye Ranran was waiting for her ride when a woman rushed towards her from the side.
Having learnt her lesson, Ye Ranran skillfully avoided her.
The woman was none other but Feng Xi. She knelt in front of Ye Ranran, "Ye Ranran, I beg you, please ask Jun Mochan to lift the ban on me."
Ye Ranran did not expect Feng Xi to kneel before her in the street. She squinted her eyes, "Get up."
"I won’t get up until you promise me," Feng Xi persisted, aware that this was her last hope. As long as Ye Ranran intervened, she knew Jun Mochan would agree.
"So, you’ve lost all regard for your image?" Ye Ranran crossed her arms.
"I ... If you promise me, I’ll get up," Feng Xi kept her head down.
She wanted to maintain her reputation, but Jun Mochan refused to see her, and she went to Huacan, only to find out that Ye Ranran hadn’t been to work recently.
Busy accompanying Jun Mochan in selecting actors.
If her replacement was finalized, she’d never have a chance to bounce back.
So, she was desperate and had to resort to this tactic, because other than this, she had no way of reaching her.