"You feel wronged, but what about me? Did you ever think how I felt at the time?"
"The moment you took action, you should have expected the consequences, the retaliation. It’s happening now, what, can’t take it?"
"If you can’t take the heat, you shouldn’t have played the game!" Ye Ranran forcefully held her chopsticks to Han Yan’s face, leaving a red mark.
"Feng Xi was your example, yet you have learned nothing. Getting smart would have saved you all this trouble, wouldn’t it?"
Ye Ranran’s elegant eyes were full of mockery.
She had thought Han Yan would snap into a reckless response with such provocation. Surprisingly, at the very last moment, Han Yan was able to keep her cool!
"You’re right. To put it plainly, I was no match for you. Or rather, your dependable sidekick is none other than Jun Mochan. Without her, who would you be?"
"What I am without her is not your concern. Shouldn’t you be more worried about your own predicament?"
She couldn’t possibly believe Ye Ranran had invited her here for tea, could she? If so, she’s rather naive!
"Well, do you know why I asked you out then?" Han Yan teased mischievously.
Ye Ranran picked up the fragrance burner from the table, sniffed it hard, "The scent is quite faint, smells pretty good,"
A subtle change appeared on Han Yan’s face.
Ye Ranran continued to toy with the burner: "Let me guess, you’re in cahoots with Chu Ji, aren’t you?"
As soon as she questioned, Han Yan wished she could bite off her own tongue. Wasn’t this a classic case of ’a guilty person gives himself away’?
"No need to worry, Mo Han has already informed me of all your movements."
That night, after returning home, she threw a drunken tantrum for quite a long time, finally forcing Jun Mochan to give in.
He told her everything!
Although it came at a price: she was bedridden for two days!
Once again, Jun Mochan, resentment filled Han Yan’s face.
"Losing to him doesn’t feel too unjust, does it?" Han Yan would never forget the arrogance of Jun Mochan. He wouldn’t even lift a finger against ordinary people.
"So, should I be grateful to him then?" Han Yan sneered.
Ye Ranran put the burner back: "Whether you’re grateful, I don’t know. But, it seems I did tell you earlier about using a person’s own method to repay them, right?"
Her suggestive remark changed Han Yan’s complexion abruptly: "What have you done?"
"Nothing much actually, I just added a little something to the burner, just like you. How does it feel?"
Head spinning, world swirling!
Han Yan collapsed onto the table.
Ye Ranran called in the bodyguards to carry Han Yan away.
"Xiao Qi, would you like to watch the play?" Ye Ranran made a call to Luo Qi.
A figure lingered below Luo Qi’s apartment. The curtain, lifted by the wind, obstructed half of her body view: "No, I’m not going."
Ah Chuan had been waiting outside her apartment every day. She’d run into him every time she left!
"Alright then, rest well." Ye Ranran hung up the phone.
"Let’s go, off to the charity auction," Ye Ranran said, glancing at the person being carried away by her bodyguards.
At that moment, Jun Mochan was in a meeting. With the new product launch, numerous problems arose.
However, the main issue was an inexplicable large sum of money that had appeared in his bank account, clearly a big problem.
The transfer originated from overseas. If this cannot be handled properly, money laundering suspicions will fall on him.
"Was it the work of the Wen Family, or Chu Ji?" Zhou Xian inquired, his tone unusually grave.
"It wasn’t them!" The Wen Family was currently in need of funds; they couldn’t have such a large amount of money.
Although Chu Ji was somewhat morally deficient, his reputation was impeccable. He wouldn’t have that much money either!
"Number One, get in touch with him!"
"Can’t get a hold of him, the guy seems to have vanished lately. I can’t even track his location." Zhou Xian, frustrated, kicked a chair.