Gao Han finally broke through the crowd, rushing out.
Looking at his anxious back, Wang Ya snorted coldly, not caring at all.
The familiar voice, rather than making Ye Ranran turn around, instead made her walk even faster.
But she was willing yet powerless. After only a couple of steps, her feet began to wobble.
"Be careful." One quickly held her up.
When there was nobody around, Ye Ranran finally leaned comfortably against One’s body without any ambiguity, no impropriety, just pure reliance.
However, seeing their intimate posture, Gao Han’s face looked a bit strange: "Ranran, he is..."
"Is there something you want?" Ye Ranran replied without answering.
Actually, she didn’t want to deal with Gao Han. If she could move freely, she definitely wouldn’t pay him mind.
But she couldn’t escape now, she couldn’t possibly have One carry her, right? Hence, she had to face him.
What was destined to come, was always inescapable.
"I just came to ask, are you doing ok?" Gao Han asked awkwardly.
"Where do you see that I’m not well?" Ye Ranran raised an eyebrow, her elegant eyes filled with sarcasm.
Such a Ye Ranran, was both familiar and unfamiliar to Gao Han.
Familiar because ever since their wedding, she had never shown him a friendly face, and unfamiliar because he still couldn’t adapt to it.
His gaze swept across the person next to her.
One was in a defensive posture. He had already calculated the best angle for reading reactions, the moment Gao Han would make any irregular move, he was ready to end him.
Following behind her, the five secretaries also remained on guard.
This was the first time the Madam had taken them out, they mustn’t let anything happen.
"Ranran, I didn’t mean any harm, why you ..."
"Yo, what are they doing? Reminiscing about old times?" Before Gao Han could finish, Ye Tianjiao’s mocking voice came from behind.
One’s brow discreetly furrowed at the last three words uttered by Ye Tianjiao.
Jun Mochan’s emotional entanglement, of course, he didn’t know about, so he didn’t understand Ye Tianjiao’s implication either.
"Reminisce or not, it’s none of your business, right?" Ye Ranran looked at Ye Tianjiao’s obviously pregnant belly.
Ye Tianjiao was lucky, having terminated so many pregnancies and even had a miscarriage, yet, she could still conceive again.
Ye Ranran looked down at her own stomach, couldn’t detect even the slightest change.
Ye Tianjiao noticed her action and laughed: "What, realised already? Can’t have a baby? Ye Ranran, what’s the use of marrying into a rich family? You still can’t hold on to it, can you?"
"Whether or not I can hold on to it, what business is it of yours?" Ye Ranran conveniently leaned her entire weight on One.
Since everyone was gathered, it was time to settle both old and new scores at once, so as not to leave a bit, calculate a bit, and feel frustrated.
"Naturally, it’s because I’m waiting to watch your splendid show. What do you think it has to do with me?" Ye Tianjiao continued to stare at Ye Ranran’s stomach.
"Keep watching, who knows, out of jealousy I might gouge the thing out of your belly. Believe it or not?" Ye Ranran’s voice was chilling, like a wind blowing from hell.
But Ye Tianjiao didn’t believe it. What kind of person was Ye Ranran? Not to mention her current status, just by seeing so many people following her, Ye Tianjiao was convinced that she wouldn’t dare do anything to her.
Sarcastic words spilled carelessly from her mouth.
"I’m just looking at your precious belly, it’s a pity, even if Jun Mochan dotes on you, without bearing a child, can you hold on to that position?"
Ye Ranran looked at her with a very amused expression: "Whether I can hold on to it, what does it have to do with you? Instead of babbling here with me, why don’t you go back and take care of your pregnancy."