50: Chapter 050: Consud to Death _1 50: Chapter 050: Consud to Death _1 “So stupid, no wonder you’re being fooled by the others.” Ye Ranran covered her face.
After so self-blaming, Ye Ranran finally got up from the bed and habitually checked her phone, but there were no incoming calls.
She was dispirited.
Why hadn’t anyone called her?
That just didn’t make sense.
“Mr.
President, the new acquisition proposal of S.Z Magazine has been revised.
Please review it.”
“Hmm.” Jun Mochan took the proposal from Ah Chuan.
“By the way, Xie Yuan is being discharged from the hospital today.”
Jun Mochan paused while flipping through the proposal: “That’s sothing to be happy about.
Send him the gift I’ve prepared.
Also, keep an eye on Ye Tianjiao and Gao Han.”
“Okay.”
The unemployed Ye Ranran left her bedroom after eating and dived right into the vacant room next door.
She temporarily used this room as her studio.
When Jun Mochan returned, he saw Ye Ranran busily working.
She was wearing a long white dress, half squatting amid a pile of scraps of fabric, her skirt spread out like a blooming flower.
She made a few cuts, then asured a couple tis.
The warm light shone on her, adding a gentle glow to her figure.
The fuzziness added a touch of unreal beauty.
Jun Mochan felt a soft feeling in his heart.
Tired from squatting, Ye Ranran stretched her neck, then was surprised to see Jun Mochan at the door.
“When did you co back?”
In a flurry, she quickly tidied up the materials on the floor, wrapped them in cloth and pushed them aside.
Pretending that he hadn’t seen it, Jun Mochan pulled her up, moved the stray threads of her hair behind her ear: “Clean up a bit, we’re going out.”
“Is it a social engagent?
Do I need to attend?”
“No, you’ll know when we get there.”
Ye Ranran stopped the question on the tip of her tongue.
If it wasn’t a social engagent, she wouldn’t need to dress up too formally, right?
The car stopped in front of a spectacular bridal shop, which was even more beautifully decorated than the one they’d been to before.
A huge crystal chandelier made the wedding dresses below it sparkle.
Ye Ranran touched the scarf around her neck: “Jun Mochan, you did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Madam, mind your address, and also, your bruises are almost healed.
Even if there are so, others won’t associate them with your fight.”
“Oh.” After hearing this, Ye Ranran felt relieved.
This bridal shop was different from the previous one, or perhaps Jun Mochan had given instructions in advance.
Otherwise, why were all the wedding dresses they presented so modestly designed?
The most revealing ones only exposed the collarbone.
“This…
is this really a wedding dress?” Ye Ranran looked at Jun Mochan with a distressed look in her eyes.
“Yes, it is.
I had them prepared for you, dozens of them.
Pick whichever you like.
Also, I had them make these dresses.
Try them on once you’ve made your choice.
If they don’t fit well, we’ll have them adjusted.”
Ye Ranran: “…”, there’s no respect for human rights, is there?
In the end, Ye Ranran chose a sleeveless dress that exposed her collarbones.
It was a bit sexy with a long skirt.
On the back were petals embroidered by hand.
At a glance, it seed as if flowers were spread all over the floor.
“If a breeze blew, the petals would sway.
It would surely look beautiful,” said the shop assistant, unable to hide her jealousy.
Ye Ranran looked at herself in the mirror.
Her big eyes sparkled with anticipation of her new life.
Her small, radiant face, as white as jade, was delicate and exquisite.
Ye Ranran’s lips curved up in a smile as she spun around, facing Jun Mochan: “Do I look good?”
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