Ye Ranran realized this person was truly brilliant, able to even guess her deepest, most obscure thoughts.
"Jun Mochan, Fu Rong is watching . I’m afraid we won’t be able to escape F country." Facing Jun Mochan’s eyes, which sparkled like the stars, Ye Ranran bravely voiced her worries.
Fu Rong wouldn’t let her leave so easily; he had a perverse sense of possessiveness toward her.
"That’s not sothing you need to worry about. You just need to be willing to leave with . Everything else, you don’t have to concern yourself with," Jun Mochan said confidently.
His voice, like a gentle spring breeze and soft drizzle, carried an odd power to calm the heart. Ye Ranran instantly felt relieved.
"I need to go back. If I’m late, he’ll get suspicious."
Though Ye Ranran had accepted an interview, the dia still blew the matter out of proportion.
Titles like "love triangle," "multi-angle romance," "two won competing for one man," and "hatred borne of love" flooded the coverage.
Her na appeared in the entertainnt section for the first ti.
As for the man involved, everyone cleverly avoided ntioning his na. However, it was subtly implied to be Fu Rong, and his reputation took a nosedive, transforming from aloof to "scumbag."
Ye Ranran imdiately contacted the public relations team to handle the situation.
The PR team promptly issued a statent clarifying that Fu Rong had never dated Sun Yi and that Sun Yi had always been pestering him. The morning’s incident was yet another occasion of her using the sa old tricks to stop Fu Rong in his tracks.
Fu Rong had rely rejected her, as he always did.
Looking at the PR statent, Ye Ranran couldn’t help but murmur, "So ruthless."
No wonder it required such a steep price—this expenditure was worth every penny.
As she imrsed herself in reading, a knock ca at the door.
"Co in."
Wen Li pushed the door open and walked in.
"Brother, what brings you here?" Ye Ranran turned her head to look at him.
Her expression was calm, with her usual smile hovering on her lips—no sign of anger or urgency.
Wen Li felt a pang of emotion. His sister’s ntal resilience had grown stronger, or perhaps she had learned to conceal her thoughts better.
He even felt like he didn’t know her anymore. Then again, she wasn’t his biological sister to begin with, so how could he truly know her?
"Just ca to check on you. How are you holding up?" Wen Li leaned against the edge of the desk, one leg half-propped on top.
"This? It’s nothing, I can handle it." Ye Ranran spoke with ease.
"Have you checked on Sun Yi since then?"
"She’s undergone surgery. Burns cover eighty percent of her body, and she’s still in the ICU." Talking about this, Ye Ranran’s brows finally furrowed slightly.
She hadn’t expected it to be so severe—eighty percent. That’s disfigurent.
"That path is closed off for her now. Even if she regains consciousness, it won’t change anything. All we need to do is present evidence proving you aren’t behind this," Wen Li stated, clearly focused on protecting his sister.
But Ye Ranran was thinking on a larger scale: "Not only that, we need to drag Fu Rong into this too."
Wen Li naturally understood what was on her mind. After a mont’s thought, he asked, "There’s sothing I’ve always wanted to ask. Aren’t you afraid of staking everything on Fu Rong?"
"Afraid, of course I’m afraid." If she weren’t, she wouldn’t still be running around, and she wouldn’t have hesitated to leave with Jun Mochan.
She feared implicating her family, and she feared the cascade of butterfly effects that could arise if she suddenly withdrew.
Being at the epicenter of power, in volatile tis, every step must be tread with caution. Otherwise, attracting disaster to oneself would be the smaller matter, but dragging innocent family mbers into it would be unforgivable.
"What if we secretly..."
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