"I said that out of concern for you," Jun Mochan explained, trying to keep his temper in check.
Ye Ranran nodded, "I know, otherwise you wouldn’t have rushed over."
"So what did you mean by what you said just now?"
"Because you were worried about me, you rushed over. I understand that, and I get it. But this doesn’t mean that you enjoy dealing with these issues. I myself find them a hassle, and I’m sure you are not happy about it either, so I would prefer to handle them myself," Ye Ranran explained, her thoughts and words clear and concise.
Jun Mochan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. In the end, he could only look at her silently, "What were you planning to do if I hadn’t come today?"
"I was planning to call for help. In front of others, he wouldn’t dare to drag me away," Ye Ranran said in a low voice.
Jun Mochan laughed, but the humor didn’t reach his eyes, "I didn’t realize you were so capable."
Sensing the odd tone in his voice, Ye Ranran looked at him apprehensively, "Are, are you angry?"
For no reason at all, he was upset. It was wrong if she troubled him, and wrong if she didn’t.
What was the right thing to do then?
Seeing her bewildered look, Jun Mochan sighed, "I worry about you getting into trouble, not about you bothering me. With Today’s incident, Xie Yuan dared to seize you in the hall, do you think he would be afraid of other people coming?"
"If I hadn’t made it in time today, you..." Jun Mochan didn’t finish his sentence.
Just thinking about that possibility made him hate Xie Yuan passionately.
"But I’m fine now, aren’t I?" Ye Ranran leaned against him.
His words stirred her emotions once again. She couldn’t believe that he cared for her so much.
Even if it was a case of affection growing over time, they had been together for less than three months. How much love could they possibly have developed?
There was no denying that she was beginning to like him, but it was just liking for now. It had not yet reached the stage of love, let alone deep love.
"Mr. Jun, have we met before?" Remembering the thick album of her photos in his drawer, Ye Ranran asked tentatively.
Jun Mochan’s eyes were sharp as ink, "Did Mrs. Jun meet me before?"
Ye Ranran shook her head, "No. Someone as outstanding as Mr. Jun, if I had seen before, I’m sure I would remember."
Ever since two years ago, she had heard his name often, especially because of Gao Han, to the point that she couldn’t avoid it, but she had never seen him.
Jun Mochan kept a low profile. He didn’t appear in magazines, on television, or give any interviews.
People outside could only speculate about his looks, but never got a chance to see him.
But such a person, by some twist of fate, had become her husband, and was extremely good to her.
Who wouldn’t have some reservations about that?
Jun Mochan’s eyes were deep and his face expressionless. Ye Ranran felt uncomfortable under his gaze and involuntarily averted her eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that, Mr. Jun?"
"I’m just wondering when you’re going to start feeling the pain," Jun Mochan said, taking her hand.
There was a large red mark on her snow-white arm, which was strikingly noticeable.
He didn’t understand. He had provided her with bodyguards, why was she still injured ?
He kept quiet, but as soon as he said something, Ye Ranran began to feel a burning pain in her arm and it hurt horribly.
But she didn’t dare to cry out, or else Jun Mochan would definitely be upset. So she forced a smile, "It’s okay. Doesn’t hurt much."
Jun Mochan lightly touched it, and Ye Ranran gasped in pain, "What are you doing?"
"Didn’t you say it didn’t hurt?" Jun Mochan looked at her, his eyes flashing with amusement.
Ye Ranran: "...is he doing this on purpose?"
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