Chapter 1468: Chapter 1391: No Need to Report
In an instant, the awkwardness in her heart vanished.
“You really have thick skin.” She instinctively picked up the cup on the table and scalded it with hot water.
“I’m just stating a fact. Would you say otherwise?”
It was true, but did he really have to say it so bluntly?
After scalding her own bowl and chopsticks, Ye Ranran picked up Jun Mochan’s and carefully repeated the process for him, then arranged them neatly for him.
“Thank you.”
“It’s what I should do.”
She made him get hurt, so naturally, she ought to take care of him.
Jun Mochan didn’t refute. What she said was one thing, but what he thought was another: she was his wife, so thanking her wasn’t necessary.
The dishes were served quickly. They ordered three dishes and one soup—one at dish, one vegetable dish, and a nutritious soup—just right.
After eating, Ye Ranran took out her phone. Seeing over a dozen missed calls on it, her brows furrowed slightly.
Noticing her subtle expression, Jun Mochan asked, “Do you have sothing urgent?”
“No.” She put the phone back in her bag. “Finish eating first. Once done, I’ll take you back.”
Even if she seed calm, Jun Mochan still knew she had sothing going on. Presumably, Fu Rong had been calling her repeatedly.
Though he was extrely reluctant to let her leave, his movents quickened unconsciously.
His injury was on his right hand, and as he struggled to eat using his left, his impatience caused him to fumble several tis.
She said, “Eat slowly, it’s okay.”
She was too embarrassed to feed him, so she patiently waited instead.
“If you have urgent matters, you can leave first. I’ll take a cab back later.”
“No, I’ll send you back first.” Her matters were indeed urgent, but since she brought him out, it was only proper to ensure he returned.
Jun Mochan’s expression remained calm, though a flicker of delight erged in his gaze.
One hour later, Ye Ranran dropped Jun Mochan off at the hotel and watched him walk in before finally taking out her phone.
There were now over thirty missed calls—all from Fu Rong.
“Where have you been?” As soon as the call connected, a frosty voice ca from the other end, like chilled water poured into a boiling pot, imdiately dousing the blazing heat.
“Sir, is there sothing you need?” She deflected the question, her tone as aloof as if addressing a re superior.
Not getting the answer he wanted, Fu Rong’s anger beca increasingly clear. “I’m asking you—where exactly did you go?”
“At ho, of course.” Sitting in her car, Ye Ranran avoided starting the engine to prevent being exposed.
“I’m at your house right now.” The voice on the other end was almost roaring.
Ye Ranran found so amusent in her ability to drive soone like him into such fury.
“Do I need to report my whereabouts to you?” Hearing he was at her ho, she decided to let the situation unravel further.
If he never cared for what she said, why should she care for him?
“We have a eting at eight o’clock. Have you checked what ti it is now?” He had arrived at six-thirty, thinking they could have dinner together.
Afterward, they could head to the eting. During turbulent tis, frequent interactions were necessary for building connections and securing trust.
etings, visits, banquets—they were all indispensable.
However, the nature of these activities varied between overt and covert purposes.
Nightti ones were naturally the covert type, which was why the eting location was a villa under Fu Rong’s na.
“You didn’t notify , though. And anyway, aren’t you still at my house?” Ye Ranran started the car engine.
Since he said there was a eting, surely the notification had gone out—yet it was already eight o’clock.
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