"Ranran, you were originally mine, have you forgotten?" Huo Yi stood on the spot with his hands hanging, he didn’t even dare to lift his head.
He was afraid that once he raised his head, he would see cold indifference in Ye Ranran’s eyes.
He couldn’t face the gaze that no longer contained his reflection.
He didn’t know why things had turned out when she used to always follow him around, always begging for his attention.
Why did it end up in the end?
She abandoned him and got together with his brother.
"But Huo Yi, have you forgotten? You pushed me away. When I offered my heart to you, you shattered it."
"I told you, even if Mo Han wasn’t here today, I wouldn’t be with you."
Huo Yi suddenly looked up, saying urgently, "Then leave him, divorce him."
As long as she divorced Jun Mochan, he still had a chance.
He could strive to win her back, he would glue back the broken pieces of her heart.
Before Ye Ranran could speak, a furious Jun Mochan spoke, "In your dreams."
Without waiting for Huo Yi to say anything else, Jun Mochan carried Ye Ranran away.
The scalding medicinal potion had burned Ye Ranran’s back, so she had to lie in bed once again.
"Stupid woman." One appeared in front of Ye Ranran.
He clearly hated her, yet he couldn’t resist coming to see her.
He summed it up as: he was here to delight in her misfortune.
"You’re okay? Why haven’t you left?" Seeing him standing in front of her robust and vigorous, Ye Ranran was very happy.
Happy to the point that her brows and eyes curved upward, making her beautiful face appear radiant.
"I’ll be leaving in a few days. On the other hand, how did you end up again? Playing the victim to gain sympathy?" As soon as he spoke, he started spouting a string of sarcastic remarks.
Ye Ranran was so annoyed by him, she snapped: "It’s none of your business! If you’re here to schadenfreude, you may leave."
"Do you really think I came specifically to see you? You are really narcissistic."
She looked at One, touching her face a couple of times.
One was baffled by her actions: "Are you insane?"
"I was just thinking, did I grow up to be particularly annoying? Otherwise, why would you always hate me so much?"
One scoffed: "Do you think you’re as popular as money, loved by everyone and blossoming with every sighting?"
Ye Ranran gave him a thumbs up: "You’re right, I don’t even like you, why do I need your affection?"
One was taken aback by her response, after a while, he said: "You’re the dumbest woman I’ve ever seen, I really don’t understand what Mr. Jun sees in you."
Her arrival was nothing but a burden to Jun Mochan.
"Can’t he like my innocence, cuteness, kindness, and beauty?"
One snorted disdainfully.
The day One left, Ye Ranran’s interview was being broadcasted on television. It was the only interview she had taken before the start of the costume drama.
"Firstly, congrats to Designer Ye, the clothes in this issue of S.Z Magazine have been, as always, very well received by the public. Do you have anything to say about this, Designer Ye?"
Ye Ranran’s face was adorned with a graceful and gentle smile, she sat upright, every move of hers was filled with grace and elegance.
It was obvious at a glance that she was the daughter raised in an elite family.
A woman of her caliber certainly wasn’t inferior even standing next to Jun Mochan.
"Thank you for everyone’s continued support. The appreciation can’t be fully expressed in a few words, everything I want to say is in the special column."
Just like that, Ye Ranran inadvertently gave the magazine another advertisement.