"Damn it, go stand by the door and reflect on yourself," Father Fan pointed at the front door.
Fan Rou walked straight out.
But this ti, she didn’t just stand there; she left.
Let such family mbers do whatever they want, she won’t serve them.
Fan Rou went to look for Ye Ranran.
It was an unprecedented mont—this ti, Ye Ranran was amusing a child, but the child cried as soon as she held him, as he hadn’t seen her for a long ti. Now, she could only touch him through the crib.
Her eyes were full of love, the corners of her eyes and brows were all tenderness, and her whole person had softened a lot, with a divine halo around her.
That’s what a mother is like, Fan Rou thought.
"What happened to you to end up like this?" Ye Ranran asked, frowning at the swelling and blemishes on Fan Rou’s face.
"It’s nothing," Fan Rou’s eyes dodged.
Ye Ranran had guessed a little and brought Fan Rou to Shen Yuzhe: "Is there a way?"
Shen Yuzhe was researching the second batch of dicine, but ran into a bottleneck. He couldn’t achieve the final effect no matter what, which made Shen Yuzhe so annoyed he couldn’t eat or sleep.
Ye Ranran happened to disturb him at this ti; it would be strange if he showed a good face.
With a slight lift of his eyelids, he glanced at Fan Rou: "Just go to any pharmacy to have it looked at."
What an attitude! Ye Ranran was a bit displeased: "The way you said it, it doesn’t seem serious. Since that’s the case, take a look at her."
All kinds of riff-raff brought to him—Shen Yuzhe thought about blowing up, but Ye Ranran was Young Master Jun’s wife, which more or less made her his employer.
"Alright, I’ll have a look at her," Shen Yuzhe gritted his teeth.
After examining her for a while, he handed Fan Rou a bottle of ointnt, instructing her to apply it three tis a day.
But the ointnt was green, and after applying it, Fan Rou’s entire face turned green.
Fan Rou and Ye Ranran both felt that Shen Yuzhe did it on purpose, as if he were seeking revenge.
"With your face looking like this, it’s inconvenient for you to go back. Why not stay here?" Ye Ranran suggested.
"No need, I bought a small house myself. I’ll just head over there later."
Ye Ranran was surprised: "You have your own property?"
Unexpected indeed, she was quite good at looking out for herself.
"Since I was young, I’ve been painting, and later achieved so success. I made money painting for others, part-timing during university, and bought myself an apartnt. Though it’s not big, it’s my own nest where I can hide if I’m hurt," Fan Rou said, sowhat shyly.
After returning to the Fan Family, and seeing people’s true colors, she began to plan for herself.
The day she would break away from the Fan Family, she would ensure she wouldn’t starve, so she learned to be independent and not rely on others.
Ye Ranran looked at Fan Rou with renewed respect; this girl was quite independent.
As the two were chatting happily, Jun Mochan entered from outside.
Seeing Fan Rou’s green face, his steps halted.
"Why didn’t you tell anyone about coming here?" He couldn’t find her just now, how worried he had been.
"Weren’t you inford by the butler?" Ye Ranran was innocent. Why always make it seem like she doesn’t understand anything?
"I have a eting in a little while. If you’re going out, have Four accompany you," Jun Mochan said.
"I know, I’ll take good care of myself, you go out and make money."
Watching the interaction between the two, Fan Rou felt envious. After Jun Mochan left, she said: "Ranran, Young Master Jun really pampers you."
Such love, probably envied by everyone.
But she didn’t know that this love was poisonous, and Ye Ranran didn’t explain, because her phone rang.
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