"Have I really ceased to exist in your heart?" Gao Han asked painfully.
"Yes, you no longer exist in my heart. I’m in love with Jun Mochan now. How many times do I have to say it for you to understand?"
"I’m not resisting you, I despise you, I wish you were dead, do you understand?" Ye Ranran raged.
Gao Han laughed, "Your anger seems like a cover-up. I know I’ve made many mistakes, but rest assured, from now on, I will treat you well, and only you."
Ye Ranran found that, despite all she had said, it was like playing guitar to a cow; he didn’t hear a single word.
She tried to open the car door, but found it locked.
"Don’t waste your energy. The car won’t stop unless I tell it to," Gao Han said, utterly composed.
Looking at his face close at hand, Ye Ranran didn’t hesitate to slap it.
"Slap." A crisp sound resounded in the car.
Gao Han touched his slapped face, his smile unchanged, even his dense eyebrows seemed to ripple softly.
She thought he would burst with anger after all she had done. To her surprise, his tone remained unchanged, "Have you calmed down now?"
Ye Ranran was speechless. She had seen shameless people, but never one this shameless.
"What exactly do you want?" Swallowing her anger, Ye Ranran asked.
Looking at her calm expression, Gao Han slowly said, "I don’t want anything specific. I just want to take you to a place."
"Is it not the school? Because that’s really unnecessary." Ye Ranran looked out of the car window.
The two fell silent, Ye Ranran looking outside, Gao Han looking at Ye Ranran.
As for his gaze, Ye Ranran pretended not to notice.
"I’m sorry for last time." Gao Han broke the increasing loneliness inside the car.
Ye Ranran replied coldly, "You owe me more apologies than just for last time."
"Then, Ranran, are you willing to give me a chance to correct my mistakes?" Gao Han moved closer to her.
Ye Ranran immediately shrank back, "I am not willing to. Don’t forget, I’m married."
As if to make him face the reality, Ye Ranran raised her hand.
The diamond ring on her hand was particularly dazzling, making Gao Han squint his eyes.
"Ranran is still as unsympathetic as ever." Gao Han said with a bitter smile.
Ye Ranran pretended not to hear, continuing to look out of the window.
She wanted to send a message to Jun Mochan, but her bag and phone were left in the previous car.
"Whose money did you use for the auction?" Suddenly thinking of something, Ye Ranran asked.
Without looking away, Gao Han replied, "Are you asking on behalf of Jun Mochan? Let me guess, next, you’re going to ask who leaked the bidding documents to me, aren’t you?"
"Do you think I’ll tell you?"
Ye Ranran pulled a corner of her mouth, "True, if I were you, I wouldn’t tell either."
"If you’re willing to come back to me, I’ll tell you, okay?" Gao Han gently coaxed.
"No deal," Ye Ranran sneered at him.
It was clear in her expression that she didn’t think much of him at all.
Her attitude provoked Gao Han, he grabbed her shoulder, lowered his head, intending to kiss her.
Ye Ranran slapped him again, "Gao Han, do you have no shame left?"
"As long as you come back to me, I don’t care about shame." Gao Han said crazily.
The car stopped at that moment.