A flash of sharpness crossed Jun Mochan’s gem-like obsidian eyes: "Our shopping mall is about to be completed soon. If we manage to get some investments in, we should be able to go public quicker."
The corner of Ah Chuan’s mouth twitched; it seemed the boss was planning to take down Xie’s business.
"Go draw up the tender docs." Jun Mochan’s voice was cool.
Ah Chuan knew that his boss had made up his mind. All this was because Xie Yuan had overstepped the line by messing with Ye Ranran.
"Okay, also the S.Z Magazine is back on track, and it has begun advertising externally again."
Jun Mochan waved his hand: "Mm, I know."
Having finished off the conversation, Ah Chuan then made his exit.
Not even two minutes had passed before the door was pushed open once again. Jun Mochan, assuming it was Ye Ranran returning, failed to glance up before saying, "Back so soon? You finished drinking water already?"
A trace of unexpected tenderness colored his taunting tone, lacking his usual seriousness.
"You’ve never once offered me water. All you do is making me run errands for you." A clear male voice answered.
Looking up, Jun Mochan was met with Zhou Xian’s bright face.
"What brings you here?" He glanced at Zhou Xian, quickly looking back down again.
Zhou Xian gave a dismissive hum: "Sounds like you’re not particularly thrilled to see me."
"You think I came willingly? I wouldn’t have bothered with this shoddy little place if it weren’t for you."
Taking his words at face value, one might assume a deeper relationship hidden between the lines.
"Alright, if you’ve got something real to say, spit it out. None of the chit chat."
"When are you planning to have your wedding?", Zhou Xian suddenly inquired.
"Be serious." Jun Mochan’s lips held a soft, spring-like smile. He had a mild tone, but Zhou Xian knew he was running out of patience.
"You made such a big splash on TV, the family at the old house is likely to come knocking soon. I’m assuming you haven’t told her yet?", Zhou Xian looked at him, half-smiling.
"Buy me some time.", Jun Mochan replied, his inscrutable gaze giving nothing away.
Zhou Xian sighed: "At this point, it’s a done deal. Regardless of their feelings, nothing can change that."
Jun Mochan didn’t respond, Zhou Xian couldn’t be sure if he’d even heard.
Zhou Xian looked resigned: "Fine, if you don’t want to meet them, then don’t. But I suspect I can’t keep them at bay much longer."
Having delivered his news to Jun Mochan, Zhou Xian left, only to bump into Ye Ranran at the door on his way out.
"Ranran." Zhou Xian grinned at her warmly.
Ye Ranran was wearing a white dress that day; peaceful, elegant, and understated.
Her delicate featured face, flawless skin, clear and calm eyes carried a hint of a hidden smile.
Quiet like a beautiful bloom, elegant and wonderful.
No wonder Jun Mochan has fallen for her, even content staying in this tiny place, all for her.
"You’re here, don’t you want to sit awhile?" Her gaze was sincere and genuine.
Zhou Xian shook his head: "No, I have things to do, just came over to drop off something for Mo Han."
"Oh, then I won’t keep you. I don’t want to cause you any delay.", Ye Ranran didn’t pry further.
There were things she would be better off not knowing.
Her tactfulness sparked admiration in Zhou Xian’s eyes.
Jun Mochan sure has good taste.
After parting with Zhou Xian, Ye Ranran re-entered Jun Mochan’s office.
Jun Mochan was busy, so she tiptoed quietly back to the couch, careful not to disturb him.
"What were you chatting with Zhou Xian about?" No sooner had she taken her seat than Jun Mochan’s soft voice threaded its way into her ears.