"Looking for me? What for?" Song Ze raised an eyebrow, his icy gaze falling onto Ye Ranran.
That gaze was too intense, just like an X-ray beam, making her feel very uneasy.
"Didn’t you ask me to introduce me to the wider world?" Ye Ranran boldly met Song Ze’s gaze, her eyes wandering a bit before finally settling on his face. "You don’t seem to be in a great mood, Song Ze. Did something happen?"
With Song Ze’s keen intuition, Ye Ranran barely had to reveal a tiny bit of information for him to guess the situation.
"Was it you who did this?"
Seeing that he had figured her out, Ye Ranran boldly admitted: "Yes, it was me. Weren’t you the one behind the banquet incident?"
"I never denied that, did I?"
A few polite words, but the tension was palpable.
Who would have thought, this woman was brave, he had underestimated her.
"With such a beautiful face, it’s a pity. I heard that overseas media uses high-resolution cameras. Are you sure you’re okay with being on camera , Song Ze?"
"Is Ranran concerned about me?" A rare smile appeared on the usually serious face of Song Ze.
A fleeting moment of spring, boundless beauty.
The peach blossoms are radiant.
This man truly is enchanting. Ye Ranran lowered her gaze to avoid being bewildered by him: "Of course, I’m concerned. After all, I have to leave with you next. What if I get involved in your trouble?"
"You better worry about yourself, Ranran. After all, this meeting is held by Master Jun. I’m merely an aide. If anything goes wrong, it’s not the Song family who would lose face."
Of course, Ye Ranran knew that long ago.
"Thanks for the reminder. Let’s watch out for each other."
"I forgot to ask you, how does it feel to be hit?" Ye Ranran didn’t forget her main reason for coming here today: to mock Song Ze.
Half an hour left, with ten minutes to walk back, that leaves her with five minutes.
"Would you like to try it, Ranran?" Song Ze flexed his wrist.
Ye Ranran stepped back: "Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean you can boss me around."
She was a woman of principles!
His confusion was evident on his face at her nonsensical words.
Ye Ranran glanced at the time, and pointed to her watch: "Time’s up, I have to go."
From Song Ze’s angle, he could see her palm covered in scars. Deep wounds still not fully healed, the redness inside was still noticeable, looking gruesome.
Against her white skin, it was all the more shocking.
When her palm had slapped his face, it had hurt a bit.
Her pain must have been a hundred times greater than his.
Interesting, thought Song Ze as he watched Ye Ranran’s departing figure and stroked his chin, deep in thought.
Ye Ranran returned to the hall, just in time. Master Jun walked out with her.
When they were halfway, Song Ze emerged from a side door. Seeing Master Jun, he gave a greeting that was neither warm nor cold.
Master Jun seemed used to his demeanor and didn’t find it strange.
When the three of them stood in front of the media, the spotlight shone on them again.
"This is my granddaughter-in-law, Ye Ranran." Master Jun introduced Ye Ranran to all the media present.
Ye Ranran faced the crowd with a smile, graceful, confident, and beautiful.
Even with all the cameras pointed at her, she didn’t show any sign of stage fright.
However, this only stirred up people’s curiosity. Some even began to look into Ye Ranran’s background.