What a stroke of luck, he met her.
"By the way, those old photos, I’ve had them destroyed, you’ve probably forgotten, haven’t you?" Ye Ranran said with a hint of hesitation, thinking of something.
"What about the negatives?"
Even though she couldn’t see Chu Ji’s face, Ye Ranran could imagine him looking angry.
"They’re also destroyed. You can’t blame me - you’re the one who opposed me first." She didn’t want to, didn’t he start to provoke her, didn’t he?
"If it weren’t for the fact that you’re one of my own, with what you did to me earlier, I have every right to wipe you off the face of the earth."
Remembering that, Chu Ji still felt utterly humiliated.
"I know, I’m telling you now, aren’t I? By the way, have you been with any women recently? Felt nauseous or dizzy?"
She hoped he wouldn’t detest women because of this, otherwise her sin would be too great.
"As I recall, you only have a single one at home, don’t you? But all the people I was looking for at the time were men, so if you’re going to be disgusted, it should be with men, right?"
"Beep beep." The phone disconnection beep sounded from the other end.
Ye Ranran pulled the phone away from her ear, glanced at the screen, and sure enough, Chu Ji had hung up on her.
"What, was it wrong to show a little concern? Was it necessary to fly into a rage out of shame?" Ye Ranran muttered.
The secretaries, all five of them, kept their distance, fearing that they might overhear something they shouldn’t.
Ye Ranran turned around and seeing them standing away and couldn’t help but laugh.
People trained by Jun Mochan sure knew how to handle things!
Seeing Ye Ranran turn back, the secretaries quickly stepped forward.
Just as she left the Ye building, the spotlight was on.
There stood Ye Ranran, with five beautiful secretaries, in front of the media.
Such a pleasing sight made the photographers pull their lenses closer, ever closer, fearing they might miss part of the scene.
Ye Tianjing seemed to have been pushed out from somewhere.
He looked dishevelled, his suit somewhat wrinkled, as if he’d been grabbed.
If he, who left twenty minutes earlier, was still here, there was only one reason - the media wouldn’t let him go.
This must be the work of Jun Mochan, mustn’t it?
Ye Ranran looked at the camera and smiled beautifully.
A fast-fingered individual captured that beautiful smile forever and sent it to Jun Mochan.
"Madame Jun, we’ve heard long ago that you intend to acquire Ye, but there were no moves, and today, you suddenly appeared here, is it to carry out what you previously mentioned?" asked the reporter at the front.
"Yes." Ye Ranran responded concisely but honestly.
"May I ask Madame how much you acquired Ye for and what are your plans afterward?"
"Ten million, I intend to turn it into my personal studio."
"So Madame, are you planning to leave Huacan?"
"No, I’m still a designer at Huacan, but I will have my own studio and team."
Everyone’s questions were more restrained, and there was no longer the previous aggression.
But when it came to Ye Tianjing, everyone lost their gentleness, appearing more aggressive.
"Mr. Ye, how do you feel about Ye’s being sold at such a low price?"
"Mr. Ye, we heard you owe the bank a hundred million, this ten million is far from enough to repay the loan, what are your plans?"
"Mr. Ye, we heard your sister has gone mad, is that true?"
The media questions, one after another, were increasingly sharp, leaving Ye Tianjing helpless.
In the end, he escaped from the reporters’ encirclement in a sorry state, his suit even got torn.