"Are you still being reasonable? Accusing her of stealing your husband? When did Ranran ever steal your husband? Isn’t it your husband who’s clinging to her?" Luo Qi, who had witnessed yesterday’s incident, questioned her.
Yes, she was even pushed aside by Gao Han.
Ye Ranran’s head ached so much it was buzzing, she could hardly hear what Ye Tianjiao was yelling.
"Get her out of here." Luo Qi directed the two bodyguards.
The bodyguards, fearing another scene from Ye Tianjiao, quickly dragged her away.
Luo Qi rushed to check on Ye Ranran: "Ranran, are you alright?"
Ye Ranran slightly recovered and shook her head: "I’m fine."
Seeing the swelling on her face, Luo Qi became anxious: "What on earth should we do about these finger marks on your face?"
"They’ll disappear by tonight, no need to worry."
The other members of the crew, hearing the commotion, stood outside the door peeking in. They had heard some of Ye Tianjiao’s words and were whispering privately.
"There’s no more show to watch, disperse, disperse." Luo Qi shooed them away.
Those who knew the relationship between Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan didn’t dare to stand and watch the drama, and they left after a few glances.
Ye Ranran waited for her headache to lessen so she could get back to work. They were going to start shooting tomorrow, and everything that needed to be prepared, had to be ready.
Especially the clothes that others had worn, in order not to let the new leading actress feel uncomfortable, the clothes would have to be re-ironed.
"Ranran, if you’re not feeling well, let me do it." Luo Qi took the clothes from her.
The clearly visible slap mark on her face was painful to look at.
Ye Ranran pulled at the corner of her mouth: "Actually, it’s alright. It doesn’t hurt as much anymore."
"Should I go and get you some medicine?" Luo Qi suggested tentatively.
Ye Ranran shook her head: "It’s already afternoon and I still have a pile of clothes to iron. I have to finish it today."
"Ranran is still working hard." The pleasant male voice drifted in from outside the door.
Ye Ranran looked up, surprised to see Che Hao: "Why are you here?"
Today there was no shooting, and he didn’t need to come.
He’s currently very popular and must have many advertisements and notices. He theoretically should not have time to be wandering around.
"I thought shooting started today, so I came over." Che Hao looked at the marks on her face, his handsome face expressionless: "Looks like I missed quite a show."
"If you want to watch a show, you can watch your own performances." Ye Ranran rolled her eyes at him.
"Tsk, Tsk, I expressly came to bring you medicine, and this is how I am repaid?" Che Hao spread his hands, a tube of ointment quietly lying in his palm.
Ye Ranran politely refused: "Thank you for your kindness, but it doesn’t hurt anymore."
No matter why Che Hao was being kind to her, she did not need it, because she already had Jun Mochan.
"Are you afraid that he will blame you just for accepting a tube of ointment?" He didn’t specify who "he" was, but everyone knew who he was referring to.
"I personally don’t need it, it has nothing to do with him." Ye Ranran smirked, pulling out a bright smile.
But her face wasn’t suitable for smiling .
Seeing her deformed smile, which was uglier than a cry, Che Hao said nothing more and moved closer to her.
Ye Ranran involuntarily backed away: "What are you doing?"
Luo Qi watched from the side in a conundrum, unsure whether she should step in. Che Hao was her idol, and she had no resistance against him.
If he did the same thing to her...
By the time Luo Qi had snapped out of her fantasy, Che Hao had already backed Ye Ranran into a corner.
He braced one hand on the wall, trapping Ye Ranran between his arms and the wall.
"Mr. Che, aren’t you trying to force your will upon others?" Ye Ranran pulled a face.