1087: Chapter 1110: Take a Gamble 1087: Chapter 1110: Take a Gamble One remained silent, because he wasn’t very clear either.
The car reached the summit and finally ca to a stop.
Ahead was a mountain villa, surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery.
From up here, the entire city seed very tiny.
A thin fog obscured the view, making it difficult to see clearly.
However, Ye Ranran was in no mood to appreciate the scenery.
She was scanning her surroundings.
Within fifty ters, there were no trees, just a lake with tulips planted around it.
There was simply nowhere to hide in this place.
Once there, those people no longer bothered with pretenses and directly instructed Ye Ranran to go inside.
“I don’t mind if I tag along, do I?” Chu Ji said.
“Don’t be reckless,” Ye Ranran glared at him.
No one knew what was inside; he could very well be walking into a hail of bullets by rashly following her.
“I’m not asking Mada Jun,” he retorted.
She wasn’t the owner of this place, so he didn’t need to seek her approval.
Ye Ranran really ran out of patience.
Fine, if he wanted to go in, then let him follow.
In any case, the more people there to protect her, the more secure her safety.
She just hoped that in the end, she wouldn’t have to protect them.
Inside the wooden cottage of the villa, Song Er sat leisurely behind a table, toying with a pair of dice.
“The protective entourage for Mrs.
Jun sure is significant,” Song Er said with a sarcastic tone, “I just wonder if Young Master Jun knows.”
“You’re not short of confidantes yourself, Song Er,” Ye Ranran retorted sharply, “Oh, and that includes both blue and red ones.”
Sooner or later, what goes around cos around, and Song Er must have been annoyed by her disruption of his arranged marriage.
And perhaps that wasn’t all.
After all, a broken engagent could happen again, but the incident last ti tarnished his reputation so badly that, even with the Song Family’s overwhelming power, no one would willingly subject their daughter to such misery.
Song Er’s face imdiately darkened, his gaze sharp as a sword, emitting a nacing aura: “What are you standing there for?
Take a seat.”
As Ye Ranran moved to sit down, Chu Ji and One simultaneously grabbed her arm.
Across from Song Er, a few chairs were set up.
If she sat down, she would be only one ter away from Song Er.
The closer she was to him, the more dangerous it beca.
He and One might not be able to respond in ti.
“What’s the matter?
Scared?” You don’t even have that bit of courage?
“Don’t try to provoke ; it won’t work,” One said coldly.
He had been subjected to that tactic since childhood; it was utterly useless on him now.
“Don’t be so tense.
I just want to play a ga with you,” Song Er said, playing with the dice in his hand.
“A bet?” Ye Ranran’s gaze slightly shifted downwards, focusing on Song Er’s hand.
Unlike Jun Mochan’s slender and well-proportioned hands with distinct knuckles, Song Er’s hands were very thin, to the point of being all bone and no flesh, excessively white.
They were like the Nine Yin White Bone Claws, Ye Ranran thought.
“Would Mrs.
Jun dare?” Song Er challenged.
“I neither know how to gamble nor am I interested,” Ye Ranran said, who had always been a good girl and never frequented gambling establishnts.
Ye Tianjiao had been to them because he had Ye Tianjing for company—and the money.
For her, apart from living expenses, her father wouldn’t give her an extra penny, and even the living expenses were deliberately reduced after she went to university.
If it hadn’t been for her grandfather’s support, her life would have been very difficult, but after he passed away, she lost the little happiness she had.
She was busy every day working, studying, making money, and after graduation, busy fighting alongside Gao Han.
As for places of leisure?
She had never been to such places.
If there were any, it would only be KTVs and bars of that sort.
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