"You..." Mr. Ye lifted his hand.
Before his hand could strike, Jun Mochan caught his wrist, grinning at Mr. Ye. "Mr. Ye, do you dare to raise your hand against my wife in my presence? Who gave you the audacity?"
Jun Mochan, with his striking presence, was familiar to everyone. It was just that Mrs. Ye saw him only as an ordinary friend of Ye Ranran.
In a moment of excitement, Mr. Ye had simply forgotten about his presence.
Now, at the sound of his words, everyone except Gao Han looked somber.
Ye Ranran stared directly at Mrs. Ye, "What did you mean by your words just now? Not blaming me? Are you implying that I was the one who knocked you down, so you should blame me? But you are more magnanimous, so you’re forgiving me, is that it?"
"No, Ranran, I didn’t mean that, I..."
"If I didn’t push you, then how can you blame me?" Ye Ranran retorted.
Mrs. Ye looked helplessly at her, "Ranran, I just wanted you to come home."
"What does this have to do with whether or not I return? Here, right now, in front of my father, clearly and definitively tell everyone, was it me who knocked you down?" Ye Ranran, her eyebrows furrowed in cold defiance.
"Mrs. Ye, I advise you to speak carefully. The consequences of falsely accusing Mrs. Jun are not something you can handle." Jun Mochan’s voice was light, but it cut like a cold December wind.
"I, there were too many people that day, I didn’t see clearly." Mrs. Ye said, desperately trying to recall.
"If that’s the case, why does everyone think I was the one who pushed you?" Ye Ranran demanded.
"I think there may have been a misunderstanding." Mrs. Ye gave a forced laugh.
"A misunderstanding? Then why didn’t you explain earlier? Didn’t your words just now deepen this misunderstanding?" Ye Ranran pressed on.
"Enough, Ye Ranran, this has nothing to do with her. I am the one who suspects this, and besides, you caused a scene that day, even if you are not directly involved, you cannot shirk responsibility."
Ye Ranran didn’t know how to face her nominal father, so all she could do was smile.
"So, are you blaming me? Whether or not I knocked you down, you think I am responsible, don’t you?"
A smile was on her face, but her eyes were filled with sorrow. These two extremes intertwined on her face, forming a strange tableau.
"I’m not planning on doing anything to you, just asking you to admit your mistake." Looking at Ye Ranran, whose face showed a muddled mix of crying and laughter, Mr. Ye muttered.
Jun Mochan held Ye Ranran in his arms, a hand blocking her eyes, preventing her from seeing the judgmental faces before her.
"I have now seen what is meant by muddling black and white. If this is what family comes to, then I’d rather not have one."
"Since all of you believe that this matter is my wife’s fault, then I’ll give you all an explanation today." Jun Mochan pulled out his phone.
"Ah Chuan, deliver the information I had you look into to the hospital. Now, immediately, I want to see it within half an hour."
After hanging up, Jun Mochan, still smiling, said to them, "My assistant is on his way here with the documents. Soon, I will have an explanation for everyone."
"Director, may I borrow the hospital’s conference room?" Jun Mochan said to the director standing behind him.
The director, who had accompanied Jun Mochan here, was already sweating profusely from hearing such gossip.