She truly has beco more independent and mature compared to two years ago. She handles the dia with composure, and she can perfectly answer even the trickiest questions.
As for the questions she doesn’t want to answer, she can dismiss them effortlessly.
After finishing her responses to the reporters, Ye Ranran headed toward the hospital.
At the entrance, layers upon layers of ard police stood guard. Unless you were directly involved, entry was strictly prohibited.
However, Ye Ranran clearly didn’t face any such obstacles. As soon as she approached the entrance, those n promptly made way for her.
Once inside, she encountered Fu Er.
He cornered Ye Ranran against the wall, but she simply looked up at him with a sly smile: "What’s Second Young Master planning to do this ti?"
"Xiao Cai is quite the sweetheart. How about coming with instead? I’ll definitely treat you better than Third Brother will." Fu Er spoke with a careless swagger.
He propped his hands on the wall, effectively trapping Ye Ranran in the corner. The closer he leaned toward her, the more palpable his imposing aura beca.
"Well, I’m really grateful that Second Young Master thinks so highly of . As long as you can convince him to transfer to your departnt, I’m more than willing to go." Ye Ranran’s smile remained unwavering.
"It doesn’t require his consent—just yours is enough." He inched even closer toward her. "As long as you co to , everything I have will be yours, including myself."
Ye Ranran’s gaze discreetly lowered for a split second. Internally, she scoffed – what good was a shared cucumber? She certainly didn’t need it.
"Didn’t Second Young Master just say earlier that I belong to him? If I’m going to leave, of course he’ll need to be notified first, right? Since you’re so enamored with , surely you wouldn’t mind helping escape my misery, would you?" Ye Ranran blinked at him flirtatiously, silently casting her charm.
The saying "speak as the situation commands" fits everywhere perfectly.
In modern society, blatant violence appears uncivilized. Skilled combat is always silent and subtle.
Fu Er realized this woman was truly formidable. Her words were utterly watertight.
"Do you like then? What I want is your genuine willingness." He stuck to his tactic, trying to ensnare Ye Ranran further.
Ye Ranran studied him for a mont, placed a finger against her lips in mock contemplation, then shook her head: "I don’t like you. Isn’t it you who likes ? If you like so much—so much that you’re willing to snatch away from soone else—then I might consider liking you back a little."
"Alright, I’ll give it a shot." Fu Er finally let her go. "But Third Brother’s current situation doesn’t look good. Why don’t you consider coming to on your own? If you wait too long, I might have second thoughts about accepting you."
Switched from seduction to threat?
This kind of tactic was one she’d seen far too often. She remained completely unmoved: "My earlier words will always remain unchanged. After all, I’m quite a loyal person."
"If Second Young Master doesn’t have anything else, I’ll be leaving now. My boss is still waiting for . Besides, if we—just a man and a woman—stay here for too long and rumors start flying around, then Second Young Master might just have to marry !" Ye Ranran waved him off breezily and walked away without a care.
Marry her? Fu Er shuddered. This woman was no easy character. If he really married her and treated her poorly, he could already imagine himself being skinned alive.
He seed to foresee a future filled with endless ntal sparring battles between the two of them.
Chills ran down his spine. This was worse than any nightmare.
A man’s expectations, really—at ho, he hopes for a wife who’s gentle and docile; in public, he dreams of soone poised and elegant; plus, he’d like a close confidante who could conquer the world on his behalf if necessary.
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