"It’s a matter of principle; I can’t back down," Jun Mochan said, his expression solemn.
Ye Ranran released him and began to complain: "It’s all your fault. Why did you have to pick me up at the front of my office?"
"If everyone finds out that I am your wife, then..."
Seeing the increasingly dangerous look in Jun Mochan’s eyes, Ye Ranran swallowed the rest of her words.
"What’s wrong if they know you’re my wife?"
Is she that unseemly? Can’t she be introduced to others?
"What I mean is, I just joined this company, isn’t it unsuitable for me to be so flamboyant?" Ye Ranran quickly squeezed out a smile.
Jun Mochan looked at her without expression, not responding.
"Could you park at the back of the office when you pick me up in the future? If my colleagues see you, I won’t have a moment of peace." Ye Ranran blinked at him, trying to charm him.
"Mrs. Jun, we are married. Everyone finding out is sooner or later." He did not intend to keep their marriage a secret.
Although he had never announced it publicly, he had not intentionally hidden it either. From the confident way he introduced her into his company, Ye Ranran knew this.
"I know, I know. But isn’t it too soon for everyone to know? Also, you wouldn’t want people to approach me just because I’m Mrs. Jun, would you?"
"I am only Jun Mochan’s wife, nothing more."
Jun Mochan glanced at her: "I can promise you, but I won’t help you hide it deliberately."
Ye Ranran quickly nodded: "I understand, I understand."
After dinner, after showering, Ye Ranran, as usual, checked her fashion updates.
A costume designer for a drama not only deals with clothing but also accessories, the right accessory can enhance the glory of the clothes and add beauty to the person.
Although she didn’t know if she could succeed yet, having a good work ethic is never a mistake.
When Jun Mochan came out, he saw Ye Ranran kneeling on the bed, her eyes fixated on the computer screen.
She was wearing a loose nightgown, and as her head lowered, large areas of her fair skin and the alluring sight underneath the attire were revealed.
Jun Mochan’s eyes instantly became deeper.
He went over and took the computer from her hands.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Ye Ranran reached out to grab it.
Jun Mochan threw the computer onto the couch not far away and leaned over to press her down.
Ye Ranran’s petite body was nestled into the bed, her short hair spread out behind her, contrasting her skin to be even whiter.
"What are you doing?" Ye Ranran pushed him.
Her hair hadn’t grown back yet, and she looked horrendous. She didn’t want him to look at her for too long.
Just as she was about to get up, Jun Mochan kissed her.
"Hmm." Ye Ranran tried to speak, but the moment she opened her mouth, she gave Jun Mochan the opportunity.
Within moments, Jun Mochan had removed her clothes, then his own.
Ye Ranran hadn’t had a chance to react before she found herself taken by him once again.
After the first time, Jun Mochan was still not satiated. However, seeing Ye Ranran’s pink wounds, he silently repressed his desires.
The next day, Ye Ranran overslept, as usual.
"Jun Mochan, look at what you’ve done!" Ye Ranran pointed to her neck.
Her delicate fair skin was covered in red marks, a clear indication of how intense the previous night had been.
Jun Mochan, unsatisfied, had spent a long time kissing her last night.
If her injuries hadn’t healed yet, Ye Ranran figured she wouldn’t have been able to get up today.