Ye Ranran scrunched up her features: "Can I refuse?"
"No, drink it." She’s too thin, needs to nourish herself more; otherwise, it’s uncomfortable to hold her.
Internally, Ye Ranran resisted, but she had to comply.
After finishing, not sure what ca over her, she opened her computer, typed in Lan Shao’s na, clicked enter, and an introduction actually popped up.
Sa age as her, twenty-nine, the youngest professor at M University, both handso and talented. He even started a tech company, teaching is just a part-ti job.
"What are you looking at?" Jun Mochan placed his hand on Ye Ranran’s shoulder.
"Is he good-looking?" Ye Ranran pointed at Lan Shao’s photo.
"Prettier than your husband?" Jun Mochan raised an eyebrow, purposely checking the na under the photo.
"You’re the best-looking, alright?" Ye Ranran turned and kissed him.
Jun Mochan was still unhappy: "Then why are you drooling over his photo?"
Eating from the bowl while staring at the pot?
"When did I drool? He fancies Rourou, and Rourou likes him quite a bit too. I’m just checking him out; the conditions look good, Rourou won’t suffer with him." Just not sure about his character.
From today’s interaction, he seems alright. She’s t plenty of oddballs; while she’s not spot-on, she can judge about fifty to sixty percent correctly.
Except for those who hide too deeply.
"Why go through so much hassle? Whatever you want to know, I’ll have One check it out, wouldn’t that be easier?" He could dig up everything about him, even his ancestors.
Ye Ranran gave a slight twitch to her lips: "Is it necessary to make such a big fuss?"
She was just being curious, nothing serious, really.
But clearly, Jun Mochan misunderstood her intent, and he ruffled her hair: "Don’t worry, it’s no trouble."
Ye Ranran pinched her mouse; that wasn’t what she ant, she just wanted to be self-reliant.
An hour later, One delivered the information, also giving Ye Ranran a resentful glance.
As if Ye Ranran had secretly developed a love affair with soone else.
Ye Ranran got goosebumps.
She had already seen his basic life history, nothing much to look at; she mainly wanted to know how many girlfriends he’s had.
Only two, and the last one ended in a peaceful breakup, nothing since then.
Looking at the simple introduction above, Ye Ranran was quite satisfied. A clean family background, good character, and no bad habits.
The next page was about his assets, and seeing the numbers, Ye Ranran’s eyes widened.
"What’s wrong?" Jun Mochan’s hand was on her waist.
"You guys even dug so deep into soone’s assets?" Privacy much?
Ye Ranran felt like she was standing stark naked in front of him.
"Oh, I thought that’s what you wanted to see, so I had One check it out. What? You didn’t want to see it?" Jun Mochan asked, puzzled.
He was spot on, she did want to see it, very much so.
Two hundred million in wealth, not bad at all, a rich guy, Ye Ranran thought Fan Rou really hit the jackpot this ti.
Missing out on a guy like this would be a sha.
Better hold on tight.
Seeing Ye Ranran’s eyes sparkle, Jun Mochan lifted her chin: "Why do I feel like you’re picking a husband for yourself?"
Jun Mochan was frustrated, she ignored his multi-billion fortune, yet her eyes sparkled for soone with two hundred million, what’s the deal?
"Aren’t you my husband? I’m just happy for my bestie, you wouldn’t understand." Ye Ranran brushed his hand away.
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