"What do you an ’what to do’?"
"Damn, are you planning to just brush this off?" This is totally unlike him.
"You’re overthinking it." Just because of that photo of Fu Rong, he absolutely couldn’t let it go.
"Then what are you planning to do?" Zhou Xian was eager, ready for action.
He hadn’t had a chance to use his fists in a while, and this was a great opportunity to practice.
"Everything will be decided when Ranran returns."
He wanted Ye Ranran to co back safely first before making any other plans.
As long as Ye Ranran was over there, he wouldn’t take action because aside from other concerns, Fu Rong might use Ye Ranran as leverage.
He couldn’t disregard the safety of Ye Ranran.
"Got it, so should I lay down another line?"
"Yes."
After Zhou Xian left, Jun Mochan retrieved the photo from the trash.
Doesn’t mind? That’s impossible.
Anyone would mind.
Ranran, why did you wear the wedding dress soone else gave you?
Jun Mochan dialed Ye Ranran’s phone, but no one answered.
If he didn’t deeply understand Ye Ranran, Jun Mochan would have really misunderstood.
Just finished trying on wedding dresses, perhaps now she’s entwined with soone else, too busy to answer the phone?
Everything was falling into place so perfectly.
Even he couldn’t help but think too much, but he wasn’t afraid Ye Ranran would betray him; he was afraid Fu Rong might do sothing to Ye Ranran.
Jun Mochan rubbed his forehead, trying not to overthink.
He should understand that Ye Ranran wasn’t like that.
But what was Ye Ranran doing now?
As it turned out, Fu Rong was throwing a tantrum, refusing to take his dicine, and Ye Ranran was coaxing him.
"You’re not a child. Why won’t you take your dicine?"
Ye Ranran really didn’t expect Fu Rong to act like this.
"There’s no use taking these dicines all the ti; I’ve taken them to the point of throwing up." Fu Rong ca back with a childish remark.
"How will you get better if you don’t take your dicine?"
For so reason, Ye Ranran felt like she was talking to Jun Xiaobao.
An illusion, it must be an illusion.
"When I get better, you’re going to leave, aren’t you?" Fu Rong looked at her with sadness.
"I know you always wanted to leave, didn’t you?" His eyes seed penetrating as they looked at Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran didn’t engage with his topic: "You should take your dicine first, I’m still here, right?"
"I know, you plan to leave, within these two days, right?" Fu Rong was particularly agitated.
"Have you been spying on ?" Ye Ranran raised her voice.
With this discovery, her whole face flushed red, unsure if it was from anger or frustration.
"There’s nothing in the villa that I don’t know about."
The implication being that while she’s in the villa, her every move is within his sight.
Furthermore, she was his focus.
Could he really not know?
Ye Ranran naturally understood the aning behind his words, and there was obvious disappointnt in her eyes: "What do you take for?"
"Your property? Or your puppet?"
Could she have a bit of human rights? Could she have so freedom? Her own thoughts?
"Don’t bla . It’s mainly because you’re not obedient."
If she were a bit more behaved, more compliant, he wouldn’t treat her this way.
"If you promised you’d stop thinking about Jun Mochan and marry , then I’d give you freedom, how about that?"
"Is that freedom? That’s disguised imprisonnt, and you want to imprison for life." Ye Ranran found it very amusing.
Freedom? Is that what he called freedom?
Such a price for freedom indeed was too high.
(Faithful to the promise, updates resud (*^__^*))
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