Her initially fuzzy consciousness gradually began to clear.
Seeing Su Yu’s eyes gradually become lucid, Ye Ranran bent over, arrogantly looking down at her, "Awake now?"
"Where is this? What did you do to me?" Su Yu shrank back in fear.
"Don’t behave as if you’re about to be hunted down, I’m not interested in you. But you’re constantly coveting my man, and you’ve done so many things to harm me, don’t you think I should repay you in kind?" Ye Ranran lifted Su Yu’s little face.
As children of wealthy families, no matter how kind or low-key they are, that trace of pride in their bones couldn’t be erased.
Even if Ye Ranran is gentle, she’s still tough at her core.
"What, what are you going to do?" Fear appeared in Su Yu’s eyes.
"Don’t worry, in front of so many people, I won’t do anything to you." Ye Ranran slightly turned her body, so Su Yu could see the people behind her.
Once she became conscious, Su Yu’s attention was on Ye Ranran, not noticing the other people by her side. It startled her to see that there was a dense crowd of people outside.
She was so scared she screamed out loud.
"Stop screaming, isn’t this what you wanted to see?" Ye Ranran mocked.
She walked over to Jun Mochan, patting his chest: "He, is mine."
As she was about to withdraw her hand, Jun Mochan quickly grabbed it.
Ye Ranran struggled, but Jun Mochan’s grip only tightened.
"You all heard what was just said, spread the word as you see fit." Jun Mochan said without remorse.
Su Yu panicked, "Han, listen to me."
"Miss Su, did what you just say confirm that you are now letting hatred grow from love?"
"Miss Su, you repeatedly set Designer Ye up, don’t you think your methods are too despicable?"
As Su Yu stood up, all the reporters swarmed around her.
Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan were left behind.
"Let go." Ye Ranran struggled.
"We’ll talk about it at home." Jun Mochan held her tightly, refusing to let her escape.
"You smell of her perfume, it’s nauseating."
"I’m sorry, you’ll just have to bear with the smell, I’ll change as soon as we get home." Jun Mochan said in a good-natured manner.
Facing his gentleness, Ye Ranran couldn’t bring herself to voice her questions. After hearing the whole story, she knew who he had done it for.
But he actually used the handsome man strategy.
Would he one day sleep with someone else too?
"This isn’t the place to talk. If you want to throw a tantrum or hit me, can we do it at home?" Seeing Ye Ranran’s stern face, Jun Mochan reached out and tugged at her.
"I was just relieved that the news of the wedding hadn’t spread, I could still back out." Ye Ranran gave a grudging smile.
"No backing out, you’re married to me now. No matter what, I won’t divorce, and don’t you trust me?" Jun Mochan held her tightly.
"Forget it, let’s drop this." Ye Ranran pursed her lips, not wanting to continue the topic.
Jun Mochan firmly gripped her arm, almost dragging Ye Ranran into the elevator.
Ye Ranran stood two steps away from him, but with a bit of force, Jun Mochan pulled her into his embrace.
Just as Ye Ranran was about to protest, Jun Mochan kissed her the moment she opened her mouth.
At first, Ye Ranran resisted, but then she softened into Jun Mochan’s arms.
After the kiss ended, Jun Mochan let her go.
Lifting her gaze, Ye Ranran saw the crowd standing outside the elevator, looking dazed. Her face uncontrollably turned crimson.
It seemed that they had arrived at their stop a while ago, but the two of them, completely engrossed in their kiss, had failed to notice.
Ye Ranran was relieved that Jun Mochan hadn’t done anything too explicit.
(Thanks to Little Clown for the reward, kisses, and a recommendation for a friend’s novel: "Spoiled Wife’s Teasing: The CEO Is Too Ferocious." It’s pretty good for those who haven’t read it yet.)