Chapter 1305: Chapter 1228: Why Not Dispose of It
My turf, my rules. Do I need to knock on doors wherever I wish to go?
Seeing as he’s the boss, Shen Yuzhe tries his best to endure: “Do you need anything, young master?”
“Help with the bandage,” Jun Mochan places the alcohol in front of Shen Yuzhe.
Shen Yuzhe looks at the wound that has barely been touched: “Don’t you have your lady wife?”
Wouldn’t it be better than having a grown man like him do it?
Jun Mochan’s face darkens: “Why all the nonsense?”
Alright, Shen Yuzhe shrugs, picks up the alcohol, and resignedly attends to the young master before him.
“How’s the progress with the dicine?” He asks as if it’s part of routine business.
“We’re still experinting; results will take a few more days.” This guy must think making dicine is like cooking—results ready after just one morning.
Shen Yuzhe feels like he’s about to be driven insane.
But he understands Jun Mochan’s urgency, ti is life. Who knows how long the drug can suppress the symptoms before it can’t anymore, and once the virus develops resistance, the consequences are unthinkable.
“Let’s start by helping her detox,” he says. His little wife isn’t the settle-down type; walking around labeled as a drug addict is like carrying a ticking ti bomb that could go off at any mont.
He wants her to be able to stand openly in front of everyone without fear of being sent to a detox center at any ti.
“Give it another day, let’s wait for the results from her body’s test first.”
Compared to Jun Mochan’s impatience, Shen Yuzhe is much more stable, calm and composed, steadily moving forward.
Jun Mochan goes off to bandage up, while Ye Ranran sits on the bed, bored to death.
Entering winter, the outside world is getting colder. After getting caught in the rain last night, she feels a bit chilled today and doesn’t want to move, simply sitting on the bed scrolling through the news.
When she sees news related to Chu Ji, she makes a call.
“Are you okay?” They ask each other at the sa ti.
After saying that, they both laugh.
“I’m fine, how about you?” she says, hearing that he was locked up, hoping he didn’t suffer too much.
“I’m doing great, haven’t you seen the news? The head of the propaganda departnt is in,” Chu Ji scoffs with cold mockery.
He created a false plan to lure that woman into the trap, and she foolishly fell for it, leaking the fake plan.
And then the cri of leaking confidential docunts was pinned on him.
And just like that, Chu Ji was arrested.
“Thankfully we were prepared. You should have seen her incredulous face when she got arrested,” Chu Ji takes delight in the misfortune of others.
“You go and give soone a heads up, keep that woman for ,” Ye Ranran plays with her nails, her voice chilling and eerie.
As if an evil spirit from the depths of hell uttered them, each syllable carried a lethal aura.
“Why keep her? Better to deal with her,” Chu Ji didn’t want Ye Ranran to get her hands dirty, sparing her from such grim tasks.
The political arena is dark, and since ancient tis it has been the winners who are kings and the losers bandits, and this ti she fell from grace charged with stealing state secrets.
This is a cri punishable by death, after all, stealing state secrets, that’s tantamount to espionage.
What chance could such a person have for a good ending?
“I want to use her as a gift for soone else, and find so ti, I want to go see her,” Ye Ranran says, perhaps thinking of sothing, quite eagerly.
“Who are you going to see?” Jun Mochan snatches her phone.
Ye Ranran reaches to take it back: “What are you doing, give my phone.”
Jun Mochan sees the na on it and decisively hangs up.
Chu Ji shrugs, places the phone aside, and picks up the landline, summoning his assistant to co in.
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