"I’ve said before, you can call Yuan Zhe."
"With your deep qualifications and extraordinary status, Mr. Yuan, I think calling you ’Mister’ shows more of the respect I have for you."
Fujiwara Ize’s fingers danced casually on the white piano keys, producing a few sporadic notes.
"Actually, we’re about the sa age. Calling that way makes it seem like I’m much older than you are."
Mo Ran didn’t want to linger on this topic, "Are you here to check on the renovation progress as well today?"
"No, I knew you would be here, so I ca specifically to see you."
With a slight tilt of his head, Fujiwara Ize’s deep eyes watched her quietly. Different from a usual gaze, it was a bit presumptuous, a bit focused...
Mo Ran shifted her gaze away uncomfortably, without asking why.
Just then, her phone rang. It was a call from Gu Yixuan.
Mo Ran walked to the door and answered the call.
"Hello."
"Ranran, where are you? I’m coming to pick you up for lunch."
"I’m at the company, checking on how the renovations are going. Mr. Yuan happens to be here too. You can co pick up, I’m just getting hungry." Mo Ran didn’t hide it from him, mainly wanting to clarify things first to avoid misunderstanding between the two n.
"Okay. I’ll be right there." Gu Yixuan’s voice held not a hint of displeasure, trusting her completely.
"Your boyfriend called?" Yuan Zhe’s voice ca from behind her, once again approaching her silently.
Mo Ran turned around, her expression serene, "No, my husband."
A flicker of surprise passed through the man’s eyes, "Oh right, I’d forgotten, you two registered for marriage that day. When will you hold the wedding ceremony?"
Mo Ran smiled, "The wedding will probably take so ti, we just got the certificate for now. Anyway, we don’t care about those formalities, being husband and wife is what matters."
"...Hmm, you’re right. I actually wanted to invite you to dinner today to thank you for your help the other day. It seems you have plans with your husband, so I’ll take my leave first."
"Okay, take care." Mo Ran inwardly couldn’t be more relieved, the more she interacted with him, the more she felt unable to get along with him.
Fujiwara Ize gave her a slight smile, and in the mont he turned around, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
They were married already?
Wasn’t the interference supposed to stop that?
Thinking that creating a misunderstanding between them would prevent them from marrying right away, it seed he had underestimated the strength of their relationship.
But no matter, marriage is just a piece of paper. To him, it posed no threat at all.
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