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Huo nodded, watching her leave.
When Ye Ranran returned to the Jun residence, Jun Mochan had not yet co back; instead, there was an unexpected visitor.
“Madam, you’re back.
There’s soone waiting for you in the living room.” Ye Ranran had just reached the doorway when the butler hurried out to her.
“Who is it?” If they could find their way to the Jun residence, could it be sothing urgent?
“The person’s na is Chu Shizhu, he says he’s co to apologize for his son’s actions.”
“I’ve never heard of him.
What did his son do wrong that requires an apology?” Ye Ranran thought for a mont but couldn’t recall such a na in her mind.
The butler also looked perplexed, indicating that he didn’t know either.
“Never mind, you can go.
I’ll ask him myself.” Ye Ranran did not count on the butler for information.
Upon entering the living room, she saw a middle-aged man around his forties sitting on a chair, his back straight and his deanor a bit uneasy.
When he saw Ye Ranran, he imdiately stood up: “Madam.”
“Sit,” Ye Ranran said as she took a seat opposite him.
Her face bore a fitting smile, her gaze clear, sowhat cold but not overly so.
In the room, she was dressed in a short-sleeve top, with a red organza skirt below, just reaching her knees.
Her every move exuded the air of nobility.
The servant hurriedly poured tea for Ye Ranran.
One stood behind her like a pine tree, silently giving the man a piercing gaze.
Chu Shizhu felt even more like he was sitting on pins and needles and finally stood up straight.
“Madam, my son’s actions yesterday were unintentional.
He didn’t realize it was you, Madam, and was inadvertently offensive.
I hope Madam won’t take it to heart,” Chu Shizhu deliberately avoided ntioning that Ye Ranran had been knocked over.
After all, she looked fine now, able to walk and jump; Chu Jiang likely hadn’t lied to him, and it really had been just a minor bump.
With these words, Ye Ranran finally realized who he was—presumably the father of the person who had bumped into her yesterday.
These days, the parents of arrogant ruffians feel they’re untouchable, precisely because they enable such behavior.
“An unintentional mistake?
Could yesterday’s actions really be brushed off with a re unintentional mistake?
What about the compensation I ntioned?”
The other party promptly took out a check: “This is twenty million, consider it compensation for the Madam’s dical expenses.”
“Do you think everyone is a fool?
If you give this, what if others turn around and accuse of taking bribes, then send to prison?
After all, everyone can see that I’m perfectly fine,” said Ye Ranran, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.
Chu Shizhu was at a loss for words, uncertain whether Ye Ranran wanted the money or not.
Nor had she given him the slightest hint in their exchange.
Ye Ranran, however, wasn’t going to give him much opportunity; she stood up: “Show the guest out.”
“Madam…” Chu Shizhu tried to follow her, but One reached out his hand to stop him.
After seeing off Chu Shizhu, Jun Mochan returned.
Ye Ranran was tallying up tedious accounts.
He walked over, resting his hands on the table, and half-embraced Ye Ranran in his arms.
As his warm breath approached, Ye Ranran looked up and, indeed, found herself gazing into Jun Mochan’s deep eyes.
“Madam has done quite well.” Before Ye Ranran could say sothing to lighten the mood, Jun Mochan promptly stood up straight.
“So, is there a reward?” Ye Ranran extended her hand towards Jun Mochan, like a child waiting for a treat.
“There is,” Jun Mochan took Ye Ranran’s hand and pulled her to her feet.
Ye Ranran looked around curiously.
Jun Mochan’s reward turned out to be taking her to a nightclub.
Oh, and One ca along as a tag-along.
She didn’t understand what this was for; if it was a couple’s entertainnt, she didn’t think Jun Mochan had such perverse tastes.
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