"Go ahead, you blow up one of my buildings, and I’ll blow up two of yours. But you’re not in the country right now, so how do you plan to handle these things?" Jun Mochan was completely unfazed by the threat.
"Oh, really? Then let show you a little drama." Fu Rong hung up the phone.
Ye Ranran asked anxiously, "What’s wrong, what did he say to you?"
Jun Mochan handed the phone back to her, "It’s nothing, don’t worry."
He took out a communicator and quickly gave orders.
That evening, all the Jun family hermits in City B started taking action. So were tasked with clearing mines planted by Fu Rong, while others searched for Fu Rong.
At the sa ti, all the police officers were deployed to search various hotels, inns, and guesthouses, while checkpoints at each intersection began rigorous inspections.
Unlike Jun Mochan, Fu Rong didn’t have as many people, mostly spies and there were indeed few assassins.
However, he still succeeded; the office building where Jun Mochan worked was blown up by him.
Just as he got ho, Zhou Xian called.
"I’ve already given orders to blow up Fu Rong’s presidential palace, including the buildings nearby. He probably got the news by now."
Jun Mochan opened his computer and played the international news, and sure enough, it had already been broadcasted.
Scrolling down with the mouse, he saw the images of the ruins, which were quite horrific.
"Well done, there’s a bonus this month, plus a matchmaking event."
"What kind of nonsense is a matchmaking event?" Zhou Xian complained.
"It’s free of charge, don’t thank ." After saying that, Jun Mochan hung up the phone.
Staring at the words "Call Ended" on the screen, Zhou Xian really wanted to curse.
Ye Ranran was completely unaware of these things; she didn’t have a habit of watching the news at night, instead choosing to browse fashion info and read magazines.
In other words, this was her ti to recharge.
She had always been diligent, no matter what she was doing, focusing on her responsibilities. Now that she wasn’t in politics, she naturally wouldn’t pay much attention to those things.
However, tonight’s events did affect her sowhat.
That discomfort in her heart lingered, with no outlet for expression, and blaming Huo Yi for it was useless.
After all, it’s been so long. Whether he’s moved on or not, he won’t be entangling her again.
So why should she say more?
Ye Ranran rubbed her brow and tried to concentrate.
At that mont, the phone by her hand rang, and without looking, Ye Ranran picked it up: "Who’s speaking?"
"Xiao Cai."
The voice on the other end made Ye Ranran’s body tense, then she relaxed: "Brother."
Wen Li sighed lowly, "You still rember I’m your brother."
"Brother, don’t call Xiao Cai anymore, I’m not her. Besides, calling that is awkward for you too, isn’t it?"
She wasn’t Wen Cai, and had no intention of taking soone else’s na. She hasn’t overlooked how unnatural they seed whenever they called her that.
She didn’t want to take anything belonging to soone else, nor did she intend to borrow anyone’s light.
Because she’s Ye Ranran, she can shine brightly on her own.
"No matter who you are, you’re still my sister." He paused, then added, "Do you still acknowledge as your brother?"
"Brother." Tears welled up in Ye Ranran’s eyes, "Don’t call Xiao Cai anymore, I’m Ye Ranran."
Indeed, Wen Cai was dead, and Ye Ranran was alive. She was not the sa as Wen Cai, she didn’t love Fu Rong, she was Jun Mochan’s wife.
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