What is the harm in kneeling for the sake of your future? Losing face is not a big deal, is it?
"Please, I beg you, let me survive. I can’t do anything except acting. If you ban me, I will have to beg on the street." Feng Xi reached out and grabbed the hem of Ye Ranran’s dress.
She was wearing a blue-length dress that day. The form-fitting design made Ye Ranran look very graceful. But it had a drawback, it couldn’t withstand a strong pull.
Feeling her dress sliding down again, Ye Ranran tightened her small face: "Let go first."
"No, I won’t let go. Promise me you’ll give me a way to survive, okay?" Feng Xi begged.
Ye Ranran’s voice was cold: "You are begging the wrong person. I am not the one banning you, begging me would be useless."
"No, Jun Mochan banned me because of you. If you beg him, it would surely make a difference."
"Then tell everyone, why did he ban you?" Ye Ranran looked at her expressionlessly, her eyes carrying arrogance.
This is a real rich lady, her arrogance and grace were something Feng Xi could never imitate, no matter how hard she tried.
It was a noble aura naturally emanating from her bones.
"Just because I loved him. If I have done something wrong, it was just falling in love with the wrong person."
Ye Ranran harshly ripped her dress from Feng Xi’s grasp, "I’m sorry, I am unable to help."
Jun Mochan was taking his revenge for her. Even though she had sympathy for Feng Xi, she was not going to beg for her, only to make Jun Mochan slap himself in the face.
The driver drove the car to Ye Ranran.
Seeing Ye Ranran about to get into the car, Feng Xi bit her lip and crashed into a nearby pillar.
The surrounding crowd yelled out.
Ye Ranran turned rapidly, feeling a chill coming over her at that moment.
When his phone rang, Jun Mochan was in a meeting.
He was about to shut it off, but paused when he saw the name displayed on the screen.
"Ranran." Jun Mochan answered the phone.
Hearing Jun Mochan’s gentle tone, the high-ranking officials below stared at each other in surprise.
"Feng Xi crashed into a wall, she’s now in the hospital." On the phone, Ye Ranran’s voice was filled with panic.
Jun Mochan swiftly stood up: "Don’t be afraid, I’ll be right there."
"Alright." Ye Ranran nodded repeatedly, completely forgetting that Jun Mochan couldn’t see her through the phone.
"We’ll break for now and have a video conference tonight. Ah Chuan, take care of the documents." Jun Mochan commanded while putting on his coat.
Ah Chuan had already started saving the documents the moment Jun Mochan stood up and finished within five minutes after Jun Mochan finished his command.
The two men quickly went out, leaving a group of stupefied executives behind.
When Jun Mochan arrived, Ye Ranran was sitting alone on a chair with her head down. Her hat covered her face, he could not see her expression clearly.
Jun Mochan walked briskly towards her: "Ranran."
"You’re here." Ye Ranran lifted her head, glancing at him.
Jun Mochan hugged her: "Don’t worry, it will be alright."
"She lost so much blood." Ye Ranran curled up in Jun Mochan’s arms: "What if she dies?"
She never meant for her to die.
"She won’t die, don’t worry." Jun Mochan comforted her: "How could a person like Feng Xi, who loves her life so much, die?"
Ye Ranran nodded and closed her eyes with her head leaning against Jun Mochan’s chest.
Jun Mochan gave Ah Chuan a look, and Ah Chuan immediately stood at the door of the operating room, his back facing the two of them.
He quietly sympathized with Feng Xi in his heart, she had truly angered Jun Mochan now.
Death might have been better, but Jun Mochan wouldn’t let her die so easily, she was bound to live a life worse than death.