"Why don’t you ask a three-year-old if they believe it?"
Well, she was aware that her excuse was lame, but could he please not be so ruthless in exposing her?
"It’s okay, I’ve dealt with that man, so Grandpa doesn’t need to worry." Ye Ranran began to divert the topic.
Seeing her reluctance to talk, Elder Jun did not press her further: "If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. But as Jun’s granddaughter-in-law, the vast Jun family will one day be in your hands. No one should offend you, and you should not tolerate any offense from anyone. Understand?"
It was usually they who offended others. When did it become their turn to be offended by others?
"I understand." At this point, as long as she didn’t want it, who could offend her?
However, Mrs. Huo was her elder, and Elder Jun’s daughter. So what if she spoke up? Was she going to make Elder Jun quarrel with her?
Ye Ranran, in the end, knew what to say and what not to say. She was clearer about this than anyone else.
"Let someone help you with that. You don’t need to lift a finger. Take good care of yourself. When you give birth to a chubby boy, Grandpa can help look after him for another two years." When it came to children, Elder Jun couldn’t help but talk more.
All elders are the same – when they get old, bored, and lonely, they want to enliven things up with a child.
"Grandpa," Ye Ranran was getting impatient.
It’s not yet set in stone, why was he already eager to plan for it?
"These are all sincere words from Grandpa, don’t ignore them. Well, seeing you , you won’t listen anyway. I’ll go discuss it with Han, ask when he’s planning to have children." Elder Jun walked towards his study.
His assertive personality left Ye Ranran stupefied.
But at least he’d stopped talking about it to her, which was a good thing.
"Young Mistress, let me do it." The butler stepped forward, wanting to take the things in Ye Ranran’s hand, but he hesitated.
Seeing his nervous demeanor, Ye Ranran felt helpless and handed him the items: "Help me put them on the table."
When Ye Ranran had finished putting everything in its place, Jun Mochan returned.
"You can’t even rest properly when I’m not around, huh?" Jun Mochan went straight up to her and held her by the waist.
Ye Ranran glanced at Elder Jun, continually tugging at Jun Mochan’s sleeve as a reminder.
But Jun Mochan seemed oblivious, holding her even tighter.
"Be careful, Grandpa is watching." Ye Ran sounded a low reminder.
"You two carry on, I saw nothing."
Ye Ranran: "..." Where’s a hole? She needed to hide.
After dinner, Ye Ranran lay in bed, checking the messages from Luo Qi.
They had always been in touch, but due to her hand, Luo Qi rarely called her.
And with the time difference, it was difficult to match up timings, so they usually communicated via WeChat.
From the messages, it seemed like she was doing well.
But she wasn’t sure about the specifics.
She kind of missed her.
After bidding farewell to Ye Ranran, Luo Qi boarded the plane to a foreign country.
Ye Ranran didn’t deliberately charter a flight, but she had hired an entire medical team for Luo Xuan, and they occupied half of the plane.
Seeing these people rushing around in their white coats, Luo Qi cried.
She cried very sorrowfully.
"Don’t cry, your brother will be fine." A nice hand with a piece of paper appeared in front of Luo Qi.
Luo Qi looked up and saw a handsome and somewhat familiar face.