1128: Chapter 1151: Overly Familiar 1128: Chapter 1151: Overly Familiar “Before I was fifteen, I didn’t know who my dad was, and after I turned fifteen, my mom and I moved frequently, but she was still killed when I was eighteen, oh, she was hacked to death by the woman listed on my dad’s marriage certificate.”
“At that ti, I escaped and avoided a disaster, then I was taken back, and raised like livestock, fattened up, and now that I’m considered a good price, they took to the market to be sold.”
Ye Ranran couldn’t help but laugh at Fan Rou’s analogy, yet she also felt sorry for her, though she didn’t completely believe her.
“You can check all this yourself,” said Fan Rou.
“You said you want to cooperate with , but you haven’t provided any substantial or useful information, have you?” For example, when the Song Family plans to form a marriage alliance and with whom in the Fan Family.
“Recently, the Song Family has been very close to my older brother; I heard about it inadvertently.
It seems they are still planning, so I will have to wait for more specific news.”
“Okay, then I’ll wait for your follow-up news,” said Ye Ranran, smiling.
Whether she was telling the truth or not, Ye Ranran would continue to converse with her; she would verify the truth herself anyway.
If it were true, she would have gained an additional ally.
“All right, so are we in partnership now?”
“Of course,” Ye Ranran extended her hand, “Pleased to be working with you.”
Fan Rou extended her hand, “Straightforward, I like how straightforward you are.”
After the agreent, Ye Ranran thought Fan Rou would leave, but to her surprise, she lingered, “What do you plan to do in a bit?”
“I still have so invitations to finish.” This was already a clear hint for her to leave.
Song Ze was still upstairs, and she didn’t want to leave him there too long, as he would feel lonely.
“Then you go write, I’ll take a walk in the garden, should be okay, right?”
This person was really making herself at ho, Ye Ranran felt sowhat helpless but still nodded, “Go ahead.”
After assigning a servant to follow her, Ye Ranran went upstairs, where Song Ze was examining the clothing she had made, turning it over and over.
“Be careful, don’t rip it, I still need to enter a competition with it,” Ye Ranran said, sitting next to him with the invitations.
“Sister made it look really pretty,” Song Ze looked up with admiration.
Ye Ranran shook her head, “It’s still a work in progress, doesn’t look good yet.”
She took out the invitations, flipped open the list, and began writing.
She wrote very seriously, with each stroke and character pressed down hard, as if embedding all her happiness into the invitations.
Her lips curved into a smile, and the tenderness in her eyes was like buds about to bloom, which would blossom with a gust of spring breeze, and one could sll the fragrance when getting closer.
Song Ze recalled, when he first t her, she was also smiling, but that smile didn’t reach her eyes.
Despair filled her pupils like snake venom, and the cold perated through her pores into the air.
Now, no trace could be found.
Everyone was all too aware of why.
Jun Mochan was her entire happiness and hope.
Perhaps Song Ze’s gaze was too intense, intense enough that Ye Ranran couldn’t ignore it.
She lifted her head from the invitations, her eyes curving into a smile, “Why are you looking at like that?”
“Because Sister is pretty,” Song Ze earnestly answered.
Ye Ranran grinned broadly, poking Song Ze’s cheek with her pen, “You really know how to make happy.”
“I’m not, I’m speaking the truth.” A happy woman is the most beautiful, what could be more nourishing than that?
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