72: Chapter 072: Flower Maniac_1 72: Chapter 072: Flower Maniac_1 “Alright, Dad’s gone now.
No need to be nervous anymore.” Ye Tianjing patted Ye Tianjiao’s shoulder.
Ye Tianjiao grabbed the ice in his hand: “I’m going to apply this again, once the swelling has gone down, I’ll go in.”
Ye Tianjing nodded and walked towards the ward.
With their mother awakened, and the company’s supply chain and finances sorted, things seed temporarily stable.
Their father finally had ti to handle matters pertaining to their mother.
Early in the morning, their father had called Ye Tianjiao and Ye Tianjing to his office.
“What exactly happened to your mother?” Ye Mansion hit the table, demanding to know.
His wife was his first love, and the only woman he had ever loved.
On top of their decades long relationship, it would be a lie if he said he had not been worried all this while.
It was this worry that had kept him from dealing with the perpetrator.
Now that he knew his wife was alright, his rage ca pouring out.
“Dad, are you really clueless or just pretending to be?
If it weren’t for Ye Ranran causing a scene that day, why would mom be pushed down by her?”
Again, it was Ye Ranran.
“Dad, she won’t rest until she tears our family apart.” Ye Tianjiao’s lips tightened, his tone bleak, splintered with faint anger.
A flash of coldness passed through their father’s murky eyes.
Observing their father’s fury, the clever Ye Tianjiao instantly shut up.
“Dad, I think before making any accusations, we should first investigate this matter accurately to avoid blaming the wrong person.” Ye Tianjing made a tily appearance, playing the peacemaker.
“Brother, there were so many witnesses.
Could I have falsely accused her?”
“That’s enough.
I’ve got a clear grasp of things.
There’s no need for more chatter.” With that, their father rose to his feet.
Knowing that he was sure to go and confront Ye Ranran, a sense of satisfaction surfaced in Ye Tianjiao’s eyes.
Ye Ranran, he waited eagerly to see how long she could remain so smug.
…
In the ward.
Ye Ranran opened her eyes to see Jun Mochan not far away.
She blinked her eyes vigorously, suspecting she was hallucinating.
“Mrs.
Jun, are you feeling drowsy this early in the morning?” Jun Mochan put away his laptop and ca over, quickly helping to lift her.
Observing his natural movents, Ye Ranran’s lips curled up into a smile, “Am I not allowed to beco bashful on seeing handso Mr.
Jun?”
Jun Mochan paused for a mont and then flashed a charming smile, “You can look at as long as you want, Mrs Jun.
I’ll only let you look.”
A blush rapidly crept to Ye Ranran’s face.
This man was becoming increasingly shaless.
Ye Ranran thought that, as usual, he would leave for work after breakfast.
But today, he remained seated there, relaxed and composed.
Perhaps Ye Ranran’s gaze was too intense, Jun Mochan placed this laptop aside.
Ye Ranran thought he wanted to push sothing away, only to find herself suddenly pulled into a close-up of his handso face and their lips locked together.
“Um… You…” As Ye Ranran tried to ask what he was doing, she unwittingly gave Jun Mochan the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss.
It was only when Ye Ranran was gasping for air that Jun Mochan released her.
“Jun Mochan, what in the world are you doing so early in the morning?” Ye Ranran wiped her mouth.
“Mrs.
Jun, you were looking at with such desire, I just thought to satisfy you a bit.” Jun Mochan’s eyes were as black as night, flickered with various emotions—dazzling like a shooting star, yet intoxicatingly alluring.
There’s no denying it, this man was truly too good looking—it was a cri to be this handso.
“Seems like I haven’t satisfied you enough, Mrs.
Jun.” Jun Mochan’s eyes were full of mirth.
He was teasing, charming, yet subtly tender.
A man like this was like a poppy flower; once you’re addicted, you could never quit.
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