"Why don’t we wait until the housekeeper has cleaned up and then move in?" Jun Mochan suggested.
He was a bit of a neat freak and was not used to living in such disorder.
Seeing his reluctance, Ye Ranran nodded, "Alright, I wanted to show you my room, but it seems unnecessary now."
Jun Mochan became interested instantly, "It’s very necessary, let’s go now."
He was interested in everything about her and wanted to understand her more.
No one had touched Ye Ranran’s room, everything inside was still the way she left it, except it was a bit dusty.
It must have been a long time since it was last cleaned.
The entrance led to a wardrobe, the bed opposite the wardrobe had blue sheets and blue curtains.
Not far from the window was a dressing table and next to it was a bookcase, filled with magazines and some professional books.
Below the bookcase was a desk on which were a few books and a photo.
In the photo, Ye Ranran was nestled in Gao Han’s arms, her smile bright.
Jun Mochan stared intently at the photo, as if hoping to shatter it with his gaze.
After reminiscing, Ye Ranran instinctively turned to look at Jun Mochan.
Noticing his discontent, she followed his gaze and immediately felt awkward.
"This was a very old photo. I haven’t lived here since we got married, you know that," Ye Ranran quickly explained.
"Replace this one," Jun Mochan said sourly.
Ye Ranran quickly fetched the photo frame and removed the photo.
She was about to tear it up when Jun Mochan quickly grabbed it, "To prevent you from reminiscing with this photo, I will keep it."
His words left Ye Ranran chuckling, "Do you think I would reminisce about Gao Han? Mr. Jun, you really lack self-confidence."
"He got there ahead of me," Jun Mochan admitted.
He replied so softly that Ye Ranran could barely hear him, so she asked, "What did you say?"
"You’re not going to worry if I keep it, right?" Jun Mochan said deliberately.
"I was actually going to tear it up to avoid doing anything impulsive when seeing Gao Han’s face. If you want it, I will give it to you."
"Good girl," Jun Mochan patted Ye Ranran’s head.
Ye Ranran: "..." Why did she feel like she was being treated like a pet dog?
It was late at night, after Ye Ranran had fallen asleep, Jun Mochan went to the study and turned on the light.
The bedside lamp temporarily woke Ye Ranran, but seeing no one there, she continued sleeping.
He’d been doing this a lot lately; Ye Ranran was initially worried but observed that he was only having meetings with executives from abroad and decided to keep quiet.
Jun Mochan had also reassured her that it wasn’t always and would only be a bit more hectic due to the current expansion of overseas business.
Of course, while Ye Ranran felt concerned, she also understood that it would only get easier once he was done with his commitments.
However, tonight was different; Jun Mochan was not busy with work.
Jun Mochan sat at his desk, taking out a photo from the drawer, it was the very photo he had snatched from Ye Ranran.
He carefully ripped the photo in two, throwing Gao Han’s half into the trash can without any hesitation.
He scrutinised the half with Ye Ranran for a moment before pulling out a photo album.
If Ye Ranran were there, she would definitely recognise it. It was the album she had seen in Jun Mochan’s office.
Jun Mochan gently placed the half photo of Ye Ranran at the back, then flipped to the first page and started to peruse.
The first photos were from Ye Ranran’s childhood, only a few, all cut out from older photos.
The second page held photos from when she was a bit older, which he had collected from her grandfather’s house.