Ye Ranran assumed that when she arrived, Jun Mochan would either be in a meeting or processing documents.
Yet she didn’t expect him to be handling Xia Shi.
"Brother Mo Han, I’ve worked hard to make this, please have some." Xia Shi beseeched Jun Mochan with a pitiful and wronged expression.
"No, take it away." Jun Mochan didn’t even lift his head.
"Miss Xia put a lot of effort into making this, why be so dismissive?" Ye Ranran walked in from outside.
Seeing her, Jun Mochan hurriedly stood up, walked up to her, and put his arms around her: "When did you get here?"
His cheek brushed against Ye Ranran’s neck. The overly expressive gesture made Ye Ranran’s face turn red all of a sudden.
Seeing the affection between the two, Xia Shi was so jealous that her eyes turned red. She couldn’t wait to break them apart right away.
"I missed you, so I came to see you." Ye Ranran naturally put her arms around him.
She happened to face Xia Shi and took in her every expression.
"Miss Xia, are you still here because you want us to put on a show for you?"
Xia Shi clenched her fists reluctantly and left.
The loss from last time taught her that she must be patient in trying to dismantle their relationship, she couldn’t rush it.
After the office door closed, Ye Ranran stepped away from Jun Mochan’s embrace, picked up the cup of soup from the table, and said, "Love soup? Mr. Jun, you’re really popular."
"Why? Are you jealous? I promise I’ll drink it all if you made it."
Ye Ranran picked up her mobile phone, struck a pose and took a picture wrapping her arms around Jun Mochan’s neck.
The angle was good, Ye Ranran examined it for a while: "I guess it doesn’t matter, you’re my husband and poisoning you wouldn’t do me any good."
"Didn’t expect that, Ranran is quite conscious of her own actions." Jun Mochan sat back down.
’Love soup by hubby’ she edited, and sent off the picture.
Then she used her other account, ’I am Jun Mochan’, to like the post.
Seeing the like on her picture, Xia Shi trembled with rage.
Out of the blue, an idea popped into her head, and she sent a message to ’I am Jun Mochan’.
Looking at the message on her phone, Ye Ranran glanced at Jun Mochan beside her, the look in her eyes was as fierce as if he’d committed some heinous crime.
Jun Mochan was bewildered by her reaction: "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing." Ye Ranran lowered her head and started chatting with Xia Shi.
"Brother Mo Han, it’s really upsetting to see you waste my hard work."
She’s upset because he took the soup?
Enraged, Ye Ranran threw the soup into the trash can.
"Once you gave this to me, it’s mine. If my wife wants it, I will give it to her. Is there a problem?"
Xia Shi looked at the message for a long time, unable to respond.
"Does she like it? What kind of soup does she like? I’ll make it for her."
After Xia Shi’s anger subsided, she finally started to scheme.
"She likes anything and everything you make."
Seeing the message, Xia Shi smiled, her smile tinged with unspeakable malice.
In the following days, Xia Shi delivered soup to Jun Mochan every day. Ye Ranran was there each time, and each time she posted a photo.
Every day, Xia Shi also chatted with ’Jun Mochan’ on WeChat.
Knowing that Ye Ranran drank up all the soup every time, Xia Shi was happy, more so than jealous.
One night, Ye Ranran found a suggestive video and sent it to Xia Shi.
Xia Shi was startled: "Brother Mo Han, what do you mean?"
"Nothing, I just think your figure is better than the woman in the video."
Xia Shi sent a shy emoji in response.
"You want to see?" After a while, there was no response. Xia Shi courageously asked.
Ye Ranran quickly sent a suggestive emoji back.