While changing her clothes, Ye Ranran felt the chill in her pocket, so she took it out.
It was that diamond. She stared at it for a long time before carefully putting it in a jewelry box and locking it in a safe.
The next day, news about Chu Ji was all over the media. He had captured a terrorist, and the granddaughter of the Wen family stood up to claim that she and Chu Ji were framed.
The photos were doctored, and she claimed that there was nothing between them.
Some tried to find the original photos but overnight, they were all cleared away. As for those saved on the disk, the computer was hacked into.
The persistent ones could only find fake, doctored photos.
Truth becomes indistinguishable when it is falsified.
Thus, Chu Ji’s image was inverted.
As for the Wen family, their third son was once again embroiled in a scandal, accused of playing with female university students.
When the university students resisted, he reportedly forced them.
His image plunged to an all-time low.
The Wen family, this time, was indeed finished.
Chu Ji took the throne without any suspense.
Facing the heated and tumultuous news on this side, Jun Mochan, who was thousands of miles away and unable to receive any news, had no knowledge of anything.
On the second day he woke up, he began to get out of bed.
When Song Yue woke up at seven, she saw him standing at the door. His back was turned to her and his body was bathed in sunlight. He looked just like a banished immortal.
Song Yue couldn’t take her eyes off him for a moment.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, Jun Mochan turned around. Song Yue quickly hid her infatuated expression.
"Why are you up? Are you feeling better? Is there any discomfort?"
"Do you have a knife or something?" Jun Mochan asked in return.
"Huh?" Song Yue was a little confused and couldn’t quite keep up.
Jun Mochan frowned, seemingly unhappy with her slowness.
"Yes, yes, I do." Song Yue quickly ran into the house to look for it and came out with a fruit knife: "Here."
"Do you have an axe?" Jun Mochan stared at the fruit knife in her hand, expressionless.
"No, I don’t." Song Yue shook her head.
Alright, then this will have to do.
"What are you doing with the knife? Where are you going?" Song Yue cautiously followed him.
Jun Mochan didn’t respond to her; instead, he just kept walking.
You haven’t eaten anything yet, and your body hasn’t recovered completely. Don’t wander around." Song Yue boldly grabbed his arm.
Without changing his expression, Jun Mochan pulled his arm out of her grasp: "Young lady, please respect yourself."
"This isn’t the olden times. You make it sound so serious. I’m just kindly reminding you." Song Yue stomped her foot.
"I’m married. If my wife were here and saw this, she would definitely misunderstand. And I know my body best."
He doesn’t need anyone’s reminders to take care of himself. He is certain that he will return safely and healthily to Ye Ranran’s side.
But when the time comes for him to return, he doesn’t want to bring anyone back with him, especially not a woman.
"She’s not here, and we haven’t done anything. Why would you feel guilty?" Song Yue leaned closer to him: "Or can’t you control yourself? Are you having ill intentions towards me?"
Jun Mochan stepped back slightly, creating a distance between them: "I love my wife very much. Apart from her, I’m not interested in other women. Even if you are beautiful, in my heart, you’re not as important as my wife."
He admitted that Ye Ranran was not the most beautiful, nor was she a breathtaking beauty, but in his heart, she was the most beautiful.
No other views in the world could compare to her beautiful smile.