After a while, Ye Ranran closed Weibo and opened the stock market app.
Due to the incident, J.C.’s stock started to slide, though the margin wasn’t huge, it still made Ye Ranran angry.
In plain words, Jun Mochan was taking up for her, so she couldn’t just be a bystander.
Ye Ranran registered a new Weibo account to expose Feng Xi’s deeds.
Framing other female stars, stealing scenes, and bullying minor characters.
Each photo and video she posted quickly attracted considerable attention from netizens.
After making all these posts, she then logged into her main account and shared an innocent post.
Soon, someone responded. Ye Ranran clicked to view and found that it was Mandala.
She knew that was Luo Qi’s Weibo account.
Compared to her understatement, Luo Qi was quite emotional, revealing how Feng Xi bullied her on set.
Luo Qi generously shared a lot under the post as well.
While reading these, Ye Ranran made a call: "Hello, Lawyer Chen? This is Ye Ranran. I have something to discuss with you...send a legal notice to them for defaming me."
Yeranran nodded after hearing what the other side had said: "Hmm... send it today."
He wasn’t her dedicated lawyer; instead, she had consulted him not too long ago. When Zhao Yue Li stole her designs, she realized that designers couldn’t manage without lawyers.
So she got in touch with Lawyer Chen. After consulting him on some legal matters, they exchanged contact information.
After setting everything, Ye Ranran began browsing the internet again.
This time she specifically watched some fashion news.
Ye Ranran held her iPad and nestled in the sofa, with sunlight pouring in from the window, adorning her with a halo.
She looked like she was draped in a veil of gold, hazy and mesmerizingly unreal.
Jun Mochan stood at the door, gazing in silence at Ye Ranran, forgetting to move.
Perhaps feeling his gaze, Ye Ranran lifted her head and flashed him a smile, "What are you doing standing there?"
"Mrs. Jun is too good-looking." said Jun Mochan, generously praising her.
Such a man always instills confidence in the woman by his side, and a confident woman is the most beautiful.
Blushing, Ye Ranran responded: "You’re so slick."
"Well, I admit it. But who can resist when Mrs. Jun likes it." Jun Mochan sat back in his office chair.
Xie Yuan wasn’t an easy opponent either. Lately, their competition had been quite intense. Shoppingmall was nearing completion and absolutely no mistakes could be tolerated at this stage.
"Did last night’s incident have any adverse effects on you?" Ye Ranran asked tentatively.
"A little bit, not much. Mrs. Jun, don’t worry, I can handle it," Jun Mochan said, shooting her a meaningful look.
With that sort of gaze, Ye Ranran could only feel as if her little ploys had been seen through.
"I won’t disturb you anymore. You carry on with your work." Ye Ranran sat back on the sofa, trying her best to make her presence less perceptible.
Jun Mochan kept glancing towards Ye Ranran while looking at information on his computer screen.
Gradually, a smile crept onto his face. Her methods and style were truly like those of Ye Ranran.
She never told anyone about the things she did, preferring to carry the burden herself.
If he didn’t know her so well, he probably wouldn’t know that she was behind all those actions.
After sitting for a while, Ye Ranran suddenly jumped up, "Strange."
"What’s wrong?" As Ye Ranran startled him, Jun Mochan knit his brows.