"Don’t worry, I won’t let him get what he wants." When Jun Mochan didn’t get a response from Ye Ranran, he knew that her mind was probably in turmoil.
"Is there a way?" Ye Ranran’s voice was filled with uncertainty.
If the documentation is complete, the bank won’t refuse to lend money!
"Don’t worry, when have I ever lied to you?"
Jun Mochan’s words settled Ye Ranran’s heart: "Thanks, darling. If you just make sure Ye Tianjing can’t get that loan, I’ll take care of the rest."
These people seemed to be getting too comfortable, reaching out to her again.
"What does Ranran plan to do?" Jun Mochan cheerfully asked.
"Is Ye Tianjing the only one in charge of this? Or are there other participants?"
After some contemplation, Jun Mochan replied, "I’m checking on it. Hold on."
"I’ll have to trouble you then, darling." Ye Ranran batted her eyes, her long lashes blocking the fierce gleam in her eyes.
After Jun Mochan ended the call, he received a call from Zhou Xian.
Zhou Xian had some control over the information network and stood at the very heart of political power, making his access to information crucial.
"Can you guess who Ye Tianjing is collaborating with?" The coldness in Zhou Xian’s clean voice was akin to the remnants of a late-spring snowfall, it was sharp and slightly stinging.
"Just tell me." Jun Mochan didn’t have much patience for games. He didn’t like guessing.
With a warm and gentle smile on his face, the chilling look in Jun Mochan’s eyes intensified: "So, the Wen Family wants to ally with Ye Tianjing, sabotage Ranran to constrain me?"
This calculation of theirs was quite audible.
"That’s right. I planned to take out the Wen Family before. But their power network is complicated. It’ll take some effort to completely eradicate them."
The Wen Family had been thriving in A City for over a hundred years, closely associated with the Song Family.
And right now, when politics were tense, the Song Family was just looking for a reason to challenge the Jun Family.
"Isn’t the Song Family currently investigating our shipments? This chess move by the Wen Family could actually afford us an opening." Jun Mochan’s expression became increasingly stern.
"Our latest shipments?" Zhou Xian’s tone changed slightly.
"Don’t worry. One is already on the case. There won’t be any major issues. And if things really don’t work out, we can always destroy the evidence and frame Wen and Song for it."
Zhou Xian’s heartbeat steadied: "Yeah, I’ve always trusted One with such matters."
"Okay, that’s all." Without giving Zhou Xian a chance to speak, Jun Mochan simply ended the call.
On a cold early winter night, to keep up with the schedule, everyone carried on filming after eight, following dinner.
Ye Ranran and Luo Qi had to wait on set.
It wasn’t until ten o’clock that the director finally called it a day.
The costumes from today’s shoot were needed for tomorrow’s scenes, which meant Ye Ranran and Luo Qi had to take extra care of them.
If the golden thread came off or if there was a wrinkle, they’d have to spend a long time ironing it out.
Luo Qi carefully hung up the lead female’s costume, a white chiffon dress embroidered with peonies at the hem. Even a light breeze would cause the petals to flutter, emitting a faint, sweet scent.
Luo Qi couldn’t help but touch the embroidered peonies and exclaimed, "I really want to try this on."
Ye Ranran rolled her eyes: "It’s late, let’s get going."
It had been a long day, and they still had to worry about unnecessary things.
"Indeed." Luo Qi retracted her hand and walked up to Ye Ranran, linking arms with her. "Okay, let’s go."