People like her don’t need anyone to warn them specifically; she knows exactly what he does.
She doesn’t dare to defy him in the slightest, fearing that if she offends him, he might kill her in a fit of displeasure.
As for Ye Ranran’s invitation, she’s torn between wanting to refuse and not daring to because One has returned. If she were to dine with Ye Ranran, she’d inevitably have to face him.
To her, this is nothing short of tornt.
Now, hearing his words, she flees as if granted a special pardon.
Watching her flee in panic, Ye Ranran smiles at One, "What did you do to her?"
One, full of exasperation, responds, "Nothing. What could I do to her?"
Just with that face of hers, it’s impossible for him to harm her.
"Then why is she so scared of you?"
What was originally ant as a teasing jab surprisingly receives a serious answer from One after so thought, "I guess it’s because I have a certain authority."
This statent makes Ye Ranran laugh.
She holds her stomach with one hand, patting One on the shoulder with the other, "I never thought you had a sense of humor."
One takes her words as a complint, with his lips slightly curving upwards to form a tiny smile.
Eating alone seems a bit lonely, so Ye Ranran lets One accompany her for the al.
Neither of them is particularly talkative, so apart from the clattering of dishes, the table is silent.
After the al, One says to Ye Ranran, "I’ve captured the person you wanted. When should I bring them to you?"
So fast? Ye Ranran looks at him in surprise.
"Madam, please don’t doubt my capability."
"Alright, my mistake; bring her over. I want to see her."
One makes a phone call, instructing the guards to bring Fan i up.
Fan i is not bound tightly, just an escort gripping her hand, bringing her before Ye Ranran.
With sunken eyes, heavy dark circles, drooping eyelids, lifeless eyes, and disheveled hair, such is Fan i now—completely devoid of her forr noble deanor.
"Why did you capture ?" Though hatred is apparent in her eyes, Fan i still doesn’t dare to be too arrogant.
It’s not Ye Ranran she’s wary of, but Jun Mochan.
"Why don’t you guess what I want to do?" Ye Ranran crosses her legs, her hand resting on the chair. Even a simple action exudes an indescribable charm from her.
"Don’t have to guess; I know. It’s for that bitch Fan Rou, isn’t it? Hasn’t she ruined enough already?"
At the ntion of Fan Rou’s na, the hatred in Fan i’s eyes reaches its peak.
It’s entirely Fan Rou’s fault that she’s fallen to this current state.
She truly underestimated that bitch.
Watching her twisted expression, Ye Ranran puts her phone screen in front of her, "See clearly?"
"See what?"
"See how ugly you are now. Are you afraid of such a version of yourself?"
For a woman, when her heart isn’t beautiful, no amount of physical beauty matters.
Because beauty cos from within; only when the soul is beautiful is a person truly pretty.
"Are you saying this because you think you have a beautiful heart?" Fan i mockingly looks at Ye Ranran.
"Do you need to remind you how Song Yue died?"
Everyone in that circle has dirty hands, yet she has the nerve to ridicule her ugly visage.
"Peel off your beautiful skin, and inside you’re just like : corrupt and rotting black."
The ground beneath them is littered with piles of bones; they’re all climbing up atop one corpse after another.
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