Ye Ranran looked around and her face revealed no significant expression, the twelve-centimetre high heels striking the ground and making a thud.
As if it was knocking directly on someone’s heart.
Ye Tianjing was waiting for Ye Ranran’s arrival in his office, standing by the window, overseeing everything below.
From the twelfth floor the pedestrians and vehicles below seemed as small as ants.
Once, he stood in this exact place, looking down at the people with pride and arrogance, waiting to demonstrate his power.
Unexpectedly, he didn’t get a chance to do so before the Ye Family had fallen.
He went from being the envied young master of the Ye Family to a rat crossing the street that everyone avoided, fearful of catching Ye Ranran’s bad luck.
When Ye Ranran walked in what she saw was the somewhat lonely figure of Ye Tianjing.
But, she didn’t feel much of anything.
Everyone should be held accountable for their actions. When Ye Tianjing schemed against her, he should have thought that one day she would come to collect the debt.
"You’re finally here. Sadly, things have changed here so much, I can’t even invite you for a cup of tea any more." Unlike previous times, Ye Tianjing’s attitude was surprisingly good this time.
An assistant brought a chair for Ye Ranran, and another assistant picked up a paper towel to carefully wipe it clean.
"Madam, please sit." Another assistant guided Ye Ranran to the seat.
For some reason, Ye Ranran felt as if she couldn’t take care of own her life. She felt a sense of peculiarity, but her face showed no sign of it.
"Why I am here today, I suppose there’s no need for me to elaborate?"
"Of course I know, my demand is not high, just a hundred million." He needed to repay the bank loan.
Ye Ranran smiled coldly: "A hundred million? You really don’t mince your words. Do you think the current Ye Family is worth a hundred million?"
"It may not worth it to others, but it should be to Ranran, right? Not to mention a hundred million is not much for you."
Considering Jun Mochan’s current net worth, a hundred million was nothing but a drop in the bucket.
"That’s true, a hundred million isn’t much for me now, but why should I spend it on you?" She would rather throw it away than give it to him.
"I understand we did you wrong in the past, but the Ye Family has paid the price. Tianjiao is mentally impaired now, mother cries every day, father is depressed, he had a fever the day before yesterday and only just started to get better."
The only one in a decent mental state in the family was him.
"Dad’s health is getting worse, I reckon it won’t be long before he can’t hold on any more. He’s constantly worrying about the bank’s one hundred million debt, his health deteriorating, Ranran, he is your biological father."
Even if he has done her wrong, he still raised her. As the saying goes, blood is thicker than water. No matter how big the grudge is, she couldn’t just stand by and watch him die, right?
"Biological father? He may be your biological father, but he’s not mine. I can give no more than ten million. Either accept and leave with the money now, or you won’t get a single penny."
Ye Ranran didn’t want to listen to his nonsense anymore.
"Ranran, how could you be so cold-blooded?" Ye Tianjing couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
He’d said so much, yet she remained unmoved.
"Cold-blooded? Have you forgotten why the Ye Family ended up in this situation? I planned all of this. Now, you’re begging me for help. Do you think that’s possible?" There was a hint of mockery in Ye Ranran’s eyes.
How could he ask for help from the person who brought down the Ye Family to its current state?
"I underestimated you. Seeing the Ye Family in such a state, I thought your anger would have subsided and that you might..."