886: Chapter 883: Change of Location 886: Chapter 883: Change of Location Of course, she was even less willing to admit that Xu Zi was inferior to Ye Ranran!
What Ye Ranran had, she had, and what Ye Ranran didn’t have, she also had.
Who was worse than whom?
“So you’re saying, I should thank you?” Ranran certainly didn’t think that Xu Zi was telling her this for no reason.
She must have wanted sothing.
“There’s no need for thanks, just rember that I helped you once, and rember to repay the favor next ti!” Xu Zi slowly spoke.
Debts of gratitude were the hardest to repay, especially ones like this.
A light ripple flashed in Ranran’s eyes—an outer layer of mist clouded her black pupils, leaving Xu Zi unable to fathom her thoughts.
“You have asked my husband for sothing already, haven’t you?” She refused to believe that she had helped for nothing.
“I didn’t realize you were so broad-minded!” A gleam at once shot from Ranran’s eyes as if to pierce through Xu Zi.
Xu Zi actually felt as if she had nowhere to hide.
“Let guess, you definitely told my husband you didn’t want to divorce, and asked for his help, right?”
“How did you know?” The words had hardly left her mouth before Xu Zi regretted them; wasn’t this indirectly admitting it?
“How could you possibly give up the position of Mrs.
Huo?
It’s sothing you’ve sched to obtain.
Why would you willingly let it go?
What’s so hard to guess about that?”
“Indeed, that’s what I said at the ti, but your husband is really cruel.
He only helped keep the position, but gave not a shred of real power,” Xu Zi said resentfully.
That was indeed sothing Jun Mochan would do—what she wanted, he pointedly refused to give.
“So?”
“So I want to take back what I deserve.
Ye Ranran, I want you to help ,” Xu Zi stood up, locking eyes with Ye Ranran.
Ranran looked at her with pity: “What makes you think I will help you?”
She must have been mad with the desire for power.
“Don’t look at with those eyes,” Xu Zi said with a trace of anger on her face.
“Whether you want to admit it or not, I saved you.
Do you think your life is so cheap that it’s only worth one favor?”
“Nice try with the reverse psychology,” Ranran praised her.
“It’s just that this trick won’t work on , my life is cheap enough.
One favor from my husband is sufficient to exchange for it, and besides, not just anyone can make him do things.”
Xu Zi looked at Ranran as if seeing her for the first ti, with inquiring eyes, hoping to see a trace of joking on her face.
But there wasn’t any.
Her expression was very serious, so serious it was solemn.
“Ye Ranran, I seem to have underestimated you.” She was tough enough, truly a match for Jun Mochan.
When the atmosphere in the room beca a bit tense, a doctor ca out, nodded at Xu Zi—seemingly recognizing her.
“Shall we change the venue?” Ranran suggested, before the doctor could speak.
The doctor’s gaze lingered on Xu Zi and Ye Ranran, with a hint of understanding.
“Madam, please wait a mont,” the doctor said with considerable respect.
Xu Zi felt sowhat displeased inside, but she didn’t object.
She had already lost face in front of Ranran many tis and didn’t want to lose the last bit of her dignity.
“Madam, your vital energy is a bit weak, but there shouldn’t be much problem with conceiving.
Just rest up afterwards, and you’ll be fine,” the doctor delivered good news to Ye Ranran.
Ranran’s eyes sparkled: “Really?”
She had been married to Jun Mochan for such a long ti without any news from her belly—it was false to say she wasn’t anxious.
She truly wanted to have a child, a smart child like Jun Mochan.
“Really, but you have to continue to recuperate afterward; otherwise, pregnancy will be quite tough.
You need to gain so weight.” Otherwise, giving birth would be extrely painful.
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