And it was leftovers too.
"Besides your nice face, what do you have that’s better than my husband? I’m not some shallow person who would fall for someone just for their looks. Tell me, what do I have for my husband?"
Speaking of Jun Mochan, Ye Ranran’s face was full of pride, "Even if he’s not perfect, he’s perfect in my heart, let alone he’s actually perfect."
That look of complete trust annoyed Song Ze.
"You trust him that much?"
"Yes, I trust him." She trusted him more than she trusted herself.
"I don’t know if he trusts you as much as you trust him." Suddenly, Song Ze reached out and held Ye Ranran.
His lips aimed at hers.
Ye Ranran turned her face away, and Song Ze kissed her cheek instead.
Jun Mochan, who had just arrived, saw this scene and angrily kicked Song Ze.
Song Ze, in pain, was forced to let go of Ye Ranran.
"You pervert." Ye Ranran raised her hand to slap Song Ze.
Jun Mochan grabbed her hand: "Lady, calm down."
Her hand was injured. Hitting him would only hurt herself.
"Ranran’s acting skills are getting better. Are you pretending not to know me just because someone came?" Song Ze wiped his lips. "But it tastes good."
"Oh really? But no matter how good, Young Master Jun can’t taste it, right?" Jun Mochan, unfazed, responded casually.
"And how does Young Master Jun know that I haven’t tasted it? I tried just now, it wasn’t bad."
"Really? Why did I see Ranran resisting then?"
Even without knowing what happened to Ye Ranran recently, Jun Mochan chose to trust her.
He had been observing her in the dark for so many years, understanding her more than himself.
"Besides, even if something did happen, it wasn’t what Ranran wanted, not to mention that nothing happened between you two at all." Jun Mochan held Ye Ranran tightly.
A smile crossed Ye Ranran’s face. She affectionately wrapped her arms around Jun Mochan’s neck, hanging on him: "Husband."
"Hand’s not well, don’t move." Jun Mochan appeared a bit worried.
"It’s fine. I’ve told you I can hold you." Ye Ranran said giggling.
Jun Mochan looked at her, his eyes filled with affection, "You, I really can’t handle you."
"I don’t want to see him. Let’s go." Ye Ranran acted spoiled.
"I don’t want to go home. Let’s go shopping."
Ye Ranran’s voice rang out, teen angling mixed with a pinch of pleading.
"Your hand hasn’t healed yet. Let’s wait until it’s better, then I will accompany you." Jun Mochan’s voice was soft and gentle.
So gentle that it felt like it could be disturbed by a loud sound.
Song Ze stood alone, his eyes followed the direction where they left with interest.
Such trust, interesting, how interesting.
Just wondering how long this trust can last.
Ye Ranran thought Jun Mochan would immediately take her back to the Huo Family, but surprisingly they returned to Jun’s house.
"I’ll finish the work first then we’ll go back." Jun Mochan said, looking at Ye Ranran.
"You should get some sleep first. I’ll call you when it’s time for dinner." Jun Mochan immediately arranged for the rest of Ye Ranran’s time.
"I can do other things." Like drawing a few pictures, reading a book, browsing some information, or helping him with some documents.
All of that would work, so why sleep?
She had slept until ten in the morning. She wasn’t a pig. Why would she need that much sleep?