It’s just good or bad.
After hanging up, Ye Ranran dialed Fu Rong’s number.
At that mont, Fu Rong was already on the plane, heading back to handle so matters.
Without power, he had lost so opportunities, so he couldn’t let anything go.
He needed to hold everything that belonged to him in his grasp.
Seeing that familiar yet strange number, Fu Rong answered.
Ye Ranran stood on the balcony, looking down from above: "I suppose you’re on your way back now."
A low chuckle ca from the other end, carrying an undeniable warmth within the usual cold tone: "Xiao Cai, you’ve always understood the best."
"Fu Rong, is there really a need for this? Wen Cai has long been dead." Was this truth really so cruel? Cruel to the point that he didn’t want to wake up, preferring to live in the beautiful dream he wove himself.
But then, why did he have to be so cruel to her before?
To put it bluntly, all of this was his own doing; yes, he brought this upon himself.
"If you called to tell this, I don’t think we have much to say, Xiao Cai, you should know my determination."
"If I’m unwilling to go back, what do you intend to do?" Ye Ranran looked toward the governnt building.
The entire building was gone, leveled to the ground like that, her heart ached a bit, mixed with guilt and remorse.
Actually, between two countries negotiating, you only need to grasp the opponent’s weaknesses, or hold onto what the other side wants most.
But what does Fu Rong want the most right now? Is it her? Or is it power?
She had power now, was it that only she was missing?
Analyzing it like this, even Ye Ranran found it funny.
She herself didn’t believe, so how could she expect others to?
"Xiao Cai, believe , soday, you’ll willingly co back with ." Fu Rong spoke with confidence, carrying his usual arrogance.
"Brother Ah Rong, can I tell you a secret?" Ye Ranran’s voice was soft and gentle: "I can no longer have children; you see, you’ve picked up a broken shoe, not even having a woman’s most basic ability, what are you so persistent about?"
"We can adopt, or bring your child over; I don’t mind." Fu Rong paused and replied.
Ye Ranran flicked her hair, her eyebrows and eyes carried a smile: "Brother Ah Rong, if I were Wen Cai and heard this, I’d be very happy. But I’m not; my heart isn’t with you, what do you want with a re shell?"
"Why do I need your heart? Just having you is enough." Fu Rong scoffed coldly.
"Is it my face you’re after?" Ye Ranran smiled charmingly.
"Xiao Cai, I really love you." The voice from the other end sounded filled with helplessness, and a hint of remorse: "I know, the way I treated you before was excessive. I’ll make it up to you and never do it again."
"Is Wen Cai sothing anyone can replace? As long as they have the sa face, is that enough?" The Ye Ranran on the other end seed unable to hear his words, entirely unmoved.
"Enough, Xiao Cai, don’t insult yourself like that."
"I’m rely stating a fact, is that an insult? You said it yourself, a replica is just a replica, so why did you make a replica so important?" Ye Ranran laughed coldly.
"Then you can only stay by my side, without my permission, where else do you want to go?"
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