Does she seem so bored?
The owner of the post later clarified that she isn’t Ye Ranran, just a pitiful person, and as for why she knows so much about it.
It’s because Han Yan, a serial home wrecker, recently hooked up with her husband. Out of anger, she posted this message.
To let everyone see what this woman is truly like.
Besides, the news of Jun Mochan banishing Han Yan is not a secret in the circle, it has been passed around. A little effort would find it out.
In the end, the owner of the post said that she was not afraid of what those real fans would say or how they would investigate her, because the truth is the truth!
After reading the last sentence, Ye Ranran tilted her head to look at Jun Mochan beside her.
She remained silent, just quietly looking at him.
Her intense gaze finally made Jun Mochan turn his head.
"What’s wrong?" Jun Mochan looked down slightly, locking his warm eyes on her.
Ye Ranran pushed her cell phone in front of him: "Shouldn’t Mr. Jun explain this?"
"Indeed, I issued the ban, but I have nothing to do with the post."
The fact that Han Yan had seduced someone else’s husband was also true. His intention was to let the media expose this scandal and let Han Yan fall into the pit of public denunciation.
It was a taste of the injustice Ye Ranran had suffered before.
He didn’t expect that the scandal hadn’t got time to leak out before this post quietly went viral.
In this age of advanced internet, even a minor incident can be magnified infinitely. Not to mention Jun Mochan was fueling it from behind.
"Didn’t you say this has nothing to do with you?"
"Yes, I didn’t ask someone to post it, so what does it have to do with me?"
"Have you been keeping me away from my phone lately because you don’t want me to see all this?" Ye Ranran continued to ask.
Jun Mochan did not deny it: "Partly it’s because of this, and partly because you made a mistake so I had to punish you."
Ye Ranran frowned: "Mr. Jun’s way of punishment is indeed special."
"So are you saying you don’t want your phone back?" Jun Mochan reached out to Ye Ranran’s phone.
Ye Ranran quickly protected it: "No, you misunderstand me. I do need my phone."
As a modern person who keeps up with the times, although Ye Ranran is not addicted to her phone, she still feels insecure without it.
"Is Han Yan spending all her time with the tycoon now?" Ye Ranran looked a little thoughtful.
"Yes, the tycoon’s wife is not to be trifled with. She hired someone to follow her husband to expose Han Yan."
Shunned by everyone and with nowhere to go, Han Yan, becomes a sweet little bird.
Granted she’s infamous now, like a rat crossing the street, surrounded by finger-pointers, but once the commotion dies down, people will forget about her.
She could continue her homewrecker ways for a few more years, stash away some cash, then marry someone decent when she’s older. That way she could start a small business.
If she’s lucky, she might net a widowed tycoon in mid-life, and then she’ll be back on top.
"Han Yan is quite clever," remarked Ye Ranran while resting her chin on her hand.
"Nothing more than little tricks," Jun Mochan laughed lightly, his tone slightly dismissive.
He doesn’t disdain women with schemes. In fact, he thought that only a woman with a certain level of cunning could protect herself. That’s normal.
However, he loathes women who think they’re smarter than they actually are. Otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed to Han Yan joining Huacan, let alone acting alongside Che Hao.