"I can’t erase the past and the pain it caused you, but from now on, I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I won’t let anyone who has hurt you before go unpunished." Jun Mochan’s gaze was icy and fierce.
"Even if it’s my own family, they’re not an exception." Jun Mochan, as if he knew what she was about to say, interrupted her directly.
Ye Ranran didn’t feel happy at all. Instead, she was filled with sorrow.
The memories and people that she had deliberately forgotten surfaced again in front of her.
Jun Mochan’s relentless persistence left her with no way out.
Either she would be reborn from the ashes, or she would never recover.
"Ranran, you know my nature. I can’t let you go." Jun Mochan held her tightly.
He left her no choice.
"Jun Mochan, you’re the one who forced me to stay. If I go to hell in the future, you will have to follow me there." Ye Ranran pushed him away.
Jun Mochan’s hand reached the zipper on her back, pulling it forcefully, her dress falling off.
"I will take you to heaven."
People outside the door, upon hearing the sounds from inside, blushed like a monkey’s butt.
The hand raised in hesitation, not knowing whether to knock or not.
"Ahem, let’s discuss this tomorrow," Mr. Huo coughed.
The two people inside, with their sharp ears, naturally heard the conversation outside. Even though they couldn’t clearly hear what was being said, they knew who daringly stood at the door at this moment.
"Did we make too much noise?" Ye Ranran was a little embarrassed.
"I don’t mind if you’re louder." Jun Mochan drove into her with a hard thrust.
Ye Ranran couldn’t help but scream.
After she screamed, she wished she could bite off her own tongue.
"Don’t hold back, I like it when you cry out." Jun Mochan nipped at her neck.
Ye Ranran could completely imagine the hickeys on her neck tomorrow, making her unable to face people.
A wedding full of drama, intense lovemaking, drained all of Ye Ranran’s energy. As soon as Jun Mochan let her go, she fell deeply asleep.
After cleaning her up, Jun Mochan put on his pajamas and walked out.
Ye Ranran turned on her side and touched the cold sheets, forcing herself to wake up despite her drowsiness.
She looked around the room for Jun Mochan’s figure, and when she confirmed he wasn’t there, she sat up.
Where would he go this late? Ye Ranran put on her clothes and drifted out of the room like a ghost.
She knew her insecurities were acting up again.
In the study, Huo Yi and Jun Mochan sat face to face.
The two of them were brothers born of the same mother, but they had different last names. Huo Yi was born to inherit the military power of the Huo family, while Jun Mochan was to inherit the political power of the Jun family.
"Is it because of her?" Huo Yi picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.
Premium Biluochun tea, mellow and fragrant upon the tongue.
"Why ask what you already know?"
"Our parents won’t agree, nor will our grandparents." Huo Yi coldly told him a fact.
He should know the tactics of Huo and Jun families, the delicate Ye Ranran wouldn’t be able to handle them.
"The sister-in-law is not as capable as Ranran, yet she’s able to stay at home peacefully. Why wouldn’t Ranran be able to?" Jun Mochan asked indifferently.
His tone was too mild, not at all threatening, but it carried an unshakeable determination.
Huo Yi urged him earnestly, "She’s not right for you. She’s manipulative, only using you."
"I like being used by her. Brother, maybe you all think she’s not good enough, but in my heart, she’s the best."