But Fan Rou wanted to tell him that he was the only one willing to cook for her, the only one willing to take care of her when she was injured or sick.
No one had ever cared for her this way since her mother passed away; no one cared about her life or death anymore.
Except for Ye Ranran, who was the only one among the people she knew who was willing to befriend her and show concern for her.
And now there’s also Lan Shao, but the two are different.
One is friendship, the other is love.
But love, those two words are so beautiful, so beautiful that she feared her own filth would taint it.
"Maybe saying this will dampen the mood, but I still want to tell you, I haven’t considered being with you." As long as she thought of those people at ho, she couldn’t help but retract her thoughts.
The dark tactics she could imagine were mild ones; the truly frightening ones were those she couldn’t even think of.
She really wanted to hold his hand, but she couldn’t.
"I know, I can wait for you." Lan Shao’s voice was firm.
It’s only two years, he could afford to wait.
"You can reject now, but I hope that in the future, the one standing by your side is . If you consider getting married, I hope I’ll be the first person you think of." Lan Shao didn’t push her step by step, either.
Anyway, as long as he keeps a close watch on her, she’d eventually have to get married. Besides, Fan Rou hadn’t indicated that she didn’t want to get married.
She was just unable to choose due to marriage restrictions.
"Alright." Fan Rou blinked and swallowed back the tears that were about to fall from her eyes.
After having spoken her mind, Fan Rou felt much more at ease. She thought she could treat Lan Shao as a friend, just a bit more intimate than ordinary friends but still less than a lover.
Commonly known as a friend yet not quite a lover.
Back at ho, Ye Ranran found Jun Xiaobao had just finished his lessons. He was watching a video, following along with the person inside, making babbling sounds.
Upon seeing Ye Ranran, he rely glanced at her and didn’t show much expression.
Ye Ranran didn’t disturb him and quietly left the room.
"Your son’s concentration is quite impressive." Just then, Jun Mochan ca by, and Ye Ranran, with her hand still on the door handle, leaned slightly and said.
"Of course, after all, whose son is he?" Jun Mochan’s expression was proud, as if he had been the one receiving the complint.
Ye Ranran was rarely taken aback by his exposed emotions but then raised an eyebrow too.
"Let’s go for a walk; it will be ti for dinner soon." Jun Mochan held Ye Ranran’s hand and said.
Walking under the maple trees, Ye Ranran looked up, her eyes sparkling with fragnted light: "Where did you have these trees transplanted from?"
"I had people find them from various places. With trees, the house stays much cooler. Otherwise, running the air conditioner all day isn’t good for health, and the air is better this way too."
Over the years, the greenery in City B has improved significantly, and the city has beco much tidier, all thanks to Jun Mochan’s efforts.
Jun Mochan rarely appears on television or gives speeches, although one might occasionally glimpse him at important etings.
But he doesn’t say much, yet every word hits the key points. His talks end as soon as he’s finished.
So, every eting he holds has particularly high clicks; insiders listen to his words, while outsiders watch his deanor.
In every respect, Jun Mochan is an outstanding leader.
"Ranran, are you upset about my decision this afternoon?" Jun Mochan suddenly asked.
Ye Ranran was puzzled at first, but then she realized what he was referring to. She smiled indifferently: "Why would I be upset? I think what you did was great."
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