She knew that since Jun Mochan had shown it to her, it must be true, because she could examine it for herself if she wanted to.
Just as she resolved to dial that number, the phone rang, and Big Fu’s voice ca through the receiver.
"Xiao Cai, long ti no see. How about big brother treats you to a al?"
They had just seen each other this morning—what "long ti no see"? Ye Ranran internally grumbled, but her face wore a smile: "Big brother, you know you’ve neglected for quite so ti. What’s suddenly bringing to your attention?"
"Neglected you? Not at all. I’ve just been busy lately. I’ve always had you on my mind, but haven’t had the ti. So, are you coming or not? Give an answer."
Ye Ranran knew full well this was a trap, a Hongn Banquet. But avoiding it now only ant postponing the confrontation; she might as well face it head-on.
"Sure, but I want the most expensive music restaurant." Ye Ranran made no attempt to be polite.
"When a beautiful lady speaks, there’s naturally no reason to refuse."
After agreeing, the two hung up the phone, each harboring their own thoughts.
She knew why they were looking for her. Fu Rong was currently the most likely person to ascend to the presidency.
First, eliminate the strongest opponent, then let the remaining two compete for victory.
A cold glint flashed in Ye Ranran’s eyes as she dialed Fu Rong’s number.
"What’s the matter?" His voice once again beca devoid of emotion.
Ye Ranran’s tone was detached: "Your big brother just contacted , inviting to dinner. I agreed."
"Are you crazy?"
If she wanted to court death, she shouldn’t have told him.
"I think we can turn this to our advantage." Ye Ranran shared her idea with Fu Rong.
Fu Rong stood up abruptly: "Wait a mont. It’s not convenient for to talk right now."
Ye Ranran’s heart felt like it had been bitten by a mosquito—itchy and slightly painful.
For now, she was still Wen Cai; naturally, it would hurt.
No matter. It would pass soon enough. He was rely a passerby in her life. She comforted herself with this thought.
"About what you just said—if things go south, have you considered the consequences?"
"Consequences? Then have you thought about the consequences if you don’t secure that position?" All because of her, her big brother and parents had aligned themselves with him.
If he failed, her entire family would be dragged down with him.
"Don’t tell you’re going soft? Or have you grown sentintal?" Ye Ranran’s voice had an ethereal quality, as if calling out in a mountain valley, each echo reverberating endlessly in Fu Rong’s mind.
"I’m only worried about you," Fu Rong said through gritted teeth. Even over the phone, she could feel his anger.
"Oh, thank you. I’m truly honored." She knew she mattered to him; she was, after all, a prized feather in his cap. Yet plucking her out would not be fatal—just painful.
Fu Rong realized that she was stubborn to the core, completely unyielding. She was the type who, once she made up her mind, not even ten bulls could pull her back.
"I won’t say more. I’m hanging up now."
"Wait." Fu Rong called out to her: "Why did you call ?"
"To prevent you from mistakenly thinking I’ve betrayed you." She was truly loyal. Of course, it didn’t matter if he misjudged her, but dragging her family into it wasn’t acceptable.
Finally, a chill crept into Fu Rong’s eyes. "Give the address and ti."
"No need. If I disrupt your date, Miss Sun won’t be happy." Ye Ranran decisively hung up the phone.
Sun Yi had been waiting inside for a while. After ten minutes without seeing Fu Rong return, she started to worry and ca out to look for him.
Just as she reached the door, she nearly bumped into Fu Rong coming in.
"Ah Rong, what’s wrong? Did sothing happen?" Perhaps Fu Rong’s expression was too grim, prompting Sun Yi to speak cautiously.
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