Ye’s father had a tense look on his face, his gaze was icy, and he didn’t say a word.
Ye Ranran knew that after she had slapped his face several times just now, he was filled with anger. She wouldn’t expect a pleasant look from him now.
"I’m sorry, it’s all my fault." Ye’s mother didn9gt;Despite everything, she sincerely apologized to Ye Ranran.
"What about the others?" Jun Mochan casually glanced at them.
His sharp gaze pierced Ye’s father and Ye Tianjiao like a knife, their faces turned green as if they had swallowed a fly.
"Forget it, it’s not the first time they have wronged me, and I’ve never heard an apology from them." Ye Ranran took Jun Mochan’s hand and stood up.
"Ranran, he is..." Ye’s mother finally ventured to ask.
"My husband, Jun Mochan." Ye Ranran introduced him straightforwardly.
"You’re married? Why didn’t you tell us?" Ye’s mother was very surprised.
"There was no need." Ye Ranran, hand in hand with Jun Mochan, left proudly.
Once out of everyone’s sight, Ye Ranran could no longer maintain the smile on her face.
Her lips drooped, her eyes dimmed, the entire person suddenly lost vitality.
"Sad?" Jun Mochan tightly held her hand.
Sad? Ye Ranran forced a smile, "Not sad, because they are not worth it."
"Right, then cheer up?" Jun Mochan gently patted Ye Ranran’s head through his hat.
Ye Ranran took her hand back from Jun Mochan. Slapping her cheeks, she tried to squeeze out a smile, "Hmm, I don’t want to walk now. Mr. Jun, will you carry me?"
"No." Jun Mochan flatly refused.
Just as Ye Ranran’s face began to fall, Jun Mochan’s voice came again, "Carrying you might hurt your wounds. Definitely not. But I can hold you."
Before she could respond, he had already picked her up.
Ye Ranran let out a surprise cry. The next second, she was cradled in his warm arms.
She snuggled into Jun Mochan’s arms, absorbing the warmth from him.
After a passionate night, Ye Ranran finally got to sleep in late the next morning.
"Little lazy cat, it’s your first day at work. If you don’t get up now, you’ll be late." Jun Mochan squeezed Ye Ranran’s nose.
The word "late" made Ye Ranran sit up immediately. She grabbed Jun Mochan’s hand and looked at the watch on his wrist.
"8:10, I’m dead." Ye Ranran jumped down from the bed.
"Slow down, as long as you’re ready by 8:30, you’ll be fine." Jun Mochan hurriedly reminded her, fearing that she might bump into her wounds.
Ye Ranran wanted to run her fingers through her hair, but all she felt was stiff hair roots. She retracted her hand in disappointment, "I got it."
After getting ready as quickly as possible, Ye Ranran dashed downstairs.
Jun Mochan was already eating breakfast. Seeing her, he pushed the toast and milk in front of him towards Ye Ranran.
"It’s 8:30, I don’t have time. I’ll eat on the way." Ye Ranran grabbed the toast, took a big gulp of milk, and said to Jun Mochan.
Jun Mochan frowned, "Finish eating before you go."
Ye Ranran had no choice but to stuff the bread into her mouth within a few bites and gulp down that large cup of milk. Finally, she pointed at her mouth, indicating that she was ready to go.
Jun Mochan gracefully stood up and picked up his coat from the side.
Since she couldn’t wear high heels, Ye Ranran could only wear a chiffon blouse with black skinny pants, a pair of single shoes on her feet. It looked quite fresh and neat.
She walked out with Jun Mochan, Ah Chuan was already waiting outside for them.