Ye Ranran sat beside him, buttoning up his shirt for him and smoothing out the creases, "There, done."
Now, no one could ogle his body.
"Ranran, would you like to have a drink?" Che Hao asked Ye Ranran.
"She can’t handle alcohol. She gets drunk easily and becomes uncontrollable when she’s drunk." Jun Mochan picked up a glass of wine from the side, "If you want to drink, I can join you."
"When have I ever become uncontrollable when drunk?" Ye Ranran was indignant.
He was besmirching her image.
True, she didn’t want to drink, but it was fine to befriend Che Hao since they would be working together on the next drama.
Since they would meet fairly often, there was no need to be distant with each other.
Otherwise, it would not be conducive to work.
"Sweetheart, those who are drunk would claim they are sober, and those who are insane would claim they are sane." Jun Mochan ruffled her hair.
She got up and went to find Luo Qi.
Luo Qi, who was already quite tipsy, was making out with Ah Chuan in a corner.
On spotting the two of them, Ye Ranran’s face turned beetroot red.
Had people become so uninhibited these days? Could they not control their lust wherever they were?
Ye Ranran patted her flushed face and headed towards the exit.
Che Hao sat next to Jun Mochan. He raised his arm casually, trying to put it over Jun Mochan’s shoulder.
A cold gleam appeared in Jun Mochan’s eyes as he tactfully evaded Che Hao’s touch.
"No matter what your intention is, I’d advise you not to harbor any inappropriate thoughts about her." Jun Mochan raised his glass of wine to Che Hao and drained it.
"Is this a warning, Young Master Jun?" Che Hao asked leisurely.
"Can’t Young Master Jun figure out who I like?" Che Hao’s countenance took on a suggestive hue, and his excessively perfect facial features made him more radiant than a woman.
Jun Mochan’s heart turned cold: "I suggest you also refrain from harboring any thoughts about me."
He was a decent man, he had someone he loved, and he had no intention of cheating.
"Young Master Jun, you’re reading too much into this. I was just admiring you."
Che Hao did not tell Jun Mochan, but there was a moment when he did harbor other intentions. But looking at what happened to Feng Xi.
He quickly pulled himself back.
Everything he had worked so hard for, he did not want to be destroyed in an instant.
The melodious piano music suddenly reached his ears. It was slightly melancholic, yet sweet at the same time.
The overly tranquil music, like a fresh spring, found its way into the raucous bar.
Everyone followed the source of the music and saw Ye Ranran by the stage, seated at the piano.
The familiar music drew Huo Yi out from his private room.
In an instant, he spotted Ye Ranran on stage.
She was sitting with her back towards him. A beam of light fell upon her, her back straight, and a firm determination was hidden beneath her delicate demeanor.
It was perfectly representative of her.
Ye Ranran, from a prestigious family, had been trained by her mother from childhood. Dancing and piano were compulsory lessons.
"Brother, I can’t play with you today." Little Ye Ranran, in a white princess dress, stood in front of him with an unhappy face.
He poked her chubby face: "Once you finish practicing piano, we can play together."
"Really? Will you wait for me here?" The adorable little girl, with her innocent eyes wide open, looked at him expectantly.
He promised her: "Yes, I’ll be waiting for you here."
Turns out, he had made such a promise to her. Huo Yi’s heart felt as if it was being clenched, the pain throbbing, and the feeling continued to amplify.