"Sir, we’ve arrived," the driver said weakly.
Gao Han let his grasp loosen, releasing Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran looked pale, clearly still in shock.
Gao Han’s eyes filled with regret. How had he forced her again? Hadn’t he promised not to pressure her?
"Are you alright? I didn’t mean for this to happen." Gao Han moved to touch her.
Ye Ranran flinched away as if electrocuted: "Don’t touch me."
Her overreaction caused her to hit her back against the car door. Seeing her wince, Gao Han asked anxiously, "Did you hurt yourself anywhere? Let me check."
"Just stay away from me," Ye Ranran warned with a cautious gaze.
Gao Han stepped back: "Okay, I won’t touch you. If anything’s uncomfortable, let me know."
"We’re here now. Can we get out of the car first?" Gao Han asked in a negotiating tone.
Ye Ranran nodded slightly: "You go first."
She intended to escape from the car, but seeing the security guards inside and outside, Ye Ranran gave up.
"Will you let me go later?" Ye Ranran asked Gao Han, standing still.
Gao Han looked at his watch: "You haven’t eaten yet, right? Let’s have dinner and then I’ll send you home, is that okay?"
"I lose my appetite in your presence," Ye Ranran replied candidly.
As Gao Han moved closer, Ye Ranran reflexively retreated: "We’re just talking. What are you trying to do?"
"Just wondering, how long will it be before Jun Mochan realizes you’re missing? And what will he think when he finds you with me?" Gao Han queried.
He had had his men knock out those two bodyguards. With no one to explain things, would Jun Mochan misunderstand?
"Do you think everyone’s as blind as you?" Ye Ranran retorted.
Her words were full of confidence, but her heart wasn’t. Would Jun Mochan continue to believe her after a third or fourth time?
He might believe her this time, but what about the next?
"I hope you can always be this confident. However, even if he doesn’t believe you, you can always come into my arms," Gao Han said, taking Ye Ranran’s hand.
Ye Ranran bit him, but even with the taste of blood in her mouth, Gao Han didn’t let go.
In the end, it was Ye Ranran who had to stop.
"Bit enough? Let’s go, then," Gao Han said, putting his arm around her shoulder.
Ye Ranran attempted to resist, but Gao Han held her more firmly. Finally, she gave up.
She scanned her surroundings with anxious eyes, looking for an opportunity to escape.
Ye Tianjiao sat in a café, leaning forward with stiff formality and frequently checking the time on her phone.
Just as she was becoming impatient, Gao Han and Ye Ranran walked in from outside.
Five bodyguards surrounded them, creating an impressive tableau of power and prestige.
"Gao Han, what’s the meaning of this?" Ye Tianjiao immediately stood up.
Gao Han tightened his grip on Ye Ranran’s hand: "What do you think it means?"
Ye Ranran showed little reaction to all this, observing the scene with indifferent eyes, like an outsider watching a farcical drama.
In reality, she also felt that these events had nothing to do with her. Even without her meddling, the two of them would still have ended up at this point.
Gao Han tossed the divorce agreement in front of Ye Tianjiao’s door: "You will definitely get what’s yours, but I hope you won’t harbor illusions about things that aren’t."
Ye Tianjiao laughed dismissively, her beautiful red lips curving in a smirk: "So tell me, what doesn’t belong to me? You?"
Gao Han didn’t want to argue with her. He pointed to the agreement on the table and said, "If you’re sensibile, sign it quick."