"I was worried the wolves would eat you." Jun Mochan naturally tightened his grip on her hand.
Upon seeing Jun Mochan, Ye Tianjing was no longer humble in front of Ye Ranran: "Did you do it?"
"Are you done? Let’s go if you’re done," Jun Mochan ignored Ye Tianjing.
Everything that needed to be said was said. Ye Ranran didn’t want to entangle with him anymore, nodding her head: "Yeah, we’re done, let’s go."
Ye Tianjing unhappily blocked Jun Mochan: "Did you do all of this?"
He still remembers the raging murderous intent in Jun Mochan’s eyes at that time, he didn’t believe, he would let it go just like that.
"You need evidence when you talk, or I will sue you for defamation," Jun Mochan stared at him.
Ye Tianjing tightened his fist: "When we were worried about money, someone conveniently supplied us with cheap materials, which turned out to be of good quality."
He blamed himself. At that time, he was ecstatic, he didn’t think too much. Looking back, where in the world are there so many coincidences?
He wouldn’t believe that nobody was arranging it behind the scenes.
"So, you arranged all of this, you want to harm the Ye family." Ye Tianjing pointed at him.
"Your analysis is quite good, but do you have any evidence?"
Ye Tianjing was speechless.
"No evidence, right? That means all of this is just your analysis, isn’t it? Why tell me all of this then? Oh right, I’m thinking about acquiring the Ye family, as a betrothal gift for my wife." Jun Mochan dropped a bomb.
Ye Ranran looked at him in surprise.
Acquiring... Acquiring the Ye family?
It wasn’t until they left the restaurant and sat in the car that Ye Ranran came to her senses.
"What? Dumbfounded?" Jun Mochan lightly touched Ye Ranran’s nose.
"No, why are you acquiring the Ye family?" The Ye family now is just a shell, it has no value.
Moreover, it’s business does not overlap with J.C.
"Didn’t I tell you already? As a betrothal gift for you. I will renovate it into a studio for you," Jun Mochan mentioned his plan.
This man gave her another surprise.
"You’re giving me such a big betrothal gift, I don’t know what to give you back," Ye Ranran said, looking quite troubled.
"Didn’t you give yourself to me?" Jun Mochan teased her.
Ye Ranran blushed, this man, started to joke again.
"By the way, when you produced the drama costumes, did you make extras? This one doesn’t fit anymore." Ye Ranran took out the dress in her hand.
Originally, she intended to hunt down some new styles from big brands, but thinking that this dress belonged to J.C, she decided to try her luck with Jun Mochan first.
"How did this happen?" Jun Mochan raised his eyebrows at her.
Looking at the dress, it seemed to have been scorched. She wouldn’t have made such a basic mistake, right?
"It wasn’t me, you forgot? I went to the film crew this afternoon, all because of this. This no longer fits, I can only change to another one."
"Who ruined it?" Jun Mochan inquired.
"Oh dear! Don’t ask so many questions, just tell me, do you have a second one?" Ye Ranran pleaded coquettishly.
"We do, but what will my wife give me in exchange?" Jun Mochan lifted her chin.
This man is never serious. Ye Ranran glanced at Ah Chuan in the front seat, made sure he wasn’t looking back, and quickly pecked Jun Mochan’s cheek.
"That’s all you’re giving me?" Jun Mochan reproached playfully.
Ye Ranran caressed Jun Mochan’s face: "Be good, your wife will take good care of you when we get home."
(Thank you to the backers, Mo Ran Chu Xin, Ran Zhi Zhong Shen, Nah He Qiao Bian Xiang Zhao Ni for their support.)