"Why are you acting crazy all of a sudden?"
Hasn’t he stopped ddling in these things for a long ti? Why is he interfering again now?
Is he just bored?
"Yesterday when you went for the check-up, the doctor clearly said you’re experiencing slight fatigue recently and told you to rest. Why didn’t you tell ?"
Well, she’s caught now. Ye Ranran’s bravado suddenly dimd: "Isn’t it just mild?"
"So you plan on telling when it’s serious?" Jun Mochan’s fury rose abruptly.
"The mid-year conference is coming soon. Once I finish this little bit of work, it’ll be fine. What are you worried about?" Doesn’t she know she needs to rest?
It’s already started. She can’t just give up halfway, and besides, they’re all professional models; rehearsals won’t take up much ti.
She’s taking Zhao Xiao along, and later Zhao Xiao can take charge.
Besides, she didn’t take on any other design projects; all she needs to do is wait for the parade to be over, join the team, and then work while relaxing, enjoying things.
She had everything planned perfectly, but his one sentence threw all her plans into disorder.
"Why are you being so bossy? Can’t you discuss it with first?" Ye Ranran complained.
"When you were hiding things from , you didn’t discuss them with first, did you?" Did she ever say she needed to consult him?
Seeing her innocent expression made him even angrier.
"You’ve planned everything yourself. Have you thought about being your husband?"
"You’re my husband, not my boss. Do I need to report my work plans to you?"
Jun Mochan said nothing, and Ye Ranran wisely kept silent. They both needed to calm down, or they’d end up arguing.
After a few deep breaths, calming the anger inside, Ye Ranran spoke more calmly: "I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry, and it’s really nothing."
"Even if you don’t tell , do you think I won’t find out?" Jun Mochan teased her naïveté.
Did she really think she could deceive him?
"Do you know how angry I was when I found out you were keeping things from ?" Jun Mochan rested his head on her shoulder.
Ye Ranran didn’t want to continue the conversation. On such topics, they could never see eye to eye.
"Can’t you just promise you won’t keep things from anymore?" Receiving no answer, Jun Mochan pinched Ye Ranran’s chin, forcing her to face him.
"What good does hiding things from you do? You’re bound to find out eventually, aren’t you?" Ye Ranran moved his hand away.
Jun Mochan remained silent, finally realizing they couldn’t agree on this issue.
That evening, Luo Qi and Ye Ranran were video chatting, Ye Ranran holding her laptop, sitting on the balcony, with a hint of worry between her brows: "Xiao Qi, I’m so troubled."
"What’s troubling you?" Luo Qi asked nonchalantly while eating breakfast.
There was nothing she could do; the ti difference between them was too great, and this was the only ti they could chat.
Ye Ranran briefly explained the situation to her.
"So you two argued?" Luo Qi found it fascinating. She never imagined she’d hear about Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan arguing.
To know, she never imagined she would argue with Jun Mochan soday.
With the way Jun Mochan spoils her, he’s afraid she’ll feel hurt even if he says sothing harsh to her. Would he bear to speak harshly to her?
"I wouldn’t exactly call it arguing. We wisely stopped discussing it further."
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