"I’m afraid it might be a bit early, but I want you to take part in the AC Design Competition at the end of the year, so we have to start early." Before participating in the competition, he wanted her to have something decent to present.
Indeed, she had planned to participate in that competition but she had never mentioned it to him. Yet, he had figured it out and planned it all for her in advance.
"The number of designs for the second issue is too small. If we extend it by one issue, even though it’s going to be tiring, it’s okay. After all, I’m still young," Ye Ranran said, blinking vigorously.
She was afraid that the slightest hint of her gratitude could just be betrayed by her eyes.
But that’s not what Jun Mochan wanted.
"Since you insist, Lady, it’s pointless for me to resist. But you can no longer go to the filming set. You need to concentrate on your designs. As for the credits, it will still be yours," Jun Mochan assured her.
What’s hers is hers. No one could take it away.
"Yeah, my manager already informed me." Ye Ranran smiled, "Thank you, husband."
"Please save your sweet words for tonight." Jun Mochan parked the car in the parking lot.
His words made Ye Ranran blush all over her face.
Suddenly seeing her shy and innocent look, Jun Mochan leaned over, lifted her chin, and kissed her without hesitation.
"Parking lot," Ye Ranran opened her mouth, mumbling unclearly.
Her reaction gave Jun Mochan the perfect opportunity. Not until she melted into his arms did Jun Mochan let her go.
"This isn’t the right place," Jun Mochan said, holding Ye Ranran with an unsatisfied expression.
Ye Ranran felt very fortunate that Jun Mochan wasn’t constantly in heat. Although they would do anything at home, he remained respectful in public.
"Get out of the car," Ye Ranran said, pushing him slightly.
"Why? I just want to hold you a bit longer." Jun Mochan hugged her even tighter.
The sizzling temperature passed through their thin clothes. Afraid to arouse him further, Ye Ranran didn’t dare move, "If you want to hold me, do it at home. What if someone sees us here?"
"You are my wife, so what’s wrong with me holding you? If someone sees us, then let them." Jun Mochan shrugged off, making it sound as simple as saying what to eat for dinner.
Ye Ranran’s face turned even redder.
Her shyness aroused Jun Mochan, but he regretted that the place wasn’t right.
If he held her any longer, something would really occur. Reluctantly, he let her go.
Once free, Ye Ranran quickly stepped out of the car, only to catch sight of a familiar figure.
Su Yu didn’t expect to encounter Ye Ranran there and paused, hand frozen on the door handle.
When she saw Jun Mochan step out of the car, Su Yu’s expression hardened.
Ye Ranran’s face was flushed, her breath unstable, and she radiated an aura of having been loved.
Even a fool would know what had just happened to her.
"Han, you’re finally here," Su Yu greeted Jun Mochan, trying to mask her facial expressions.
"Discuss the matter upstairs," Jun Mochan, barely giving her a glance, replied, taking Ye Ranran’s hand.
The only person in his eyes and heart was Ye Ranran, which ignited jealousy in Su Yu.
Why? What’s so great about Ye Ranran? What made him treat her so attentively?
"I’d like to discuss it upstairs too, but there is a big issue now," Su Yu said with an anxious expression on her face.
"And have you figured out how to solve it?" Jun Mochan replied indifferently.
His one sentence left Su Yu speechless.
"Without any solutions, all you can do is notify me? Is that what I hired you to do?" Jun Mochan’s tone was extremely threatening.