The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me Chapter 2 - 2 002 Turned Around and Received a Red Book_1

Ye Tianjing called out, pleading, “Ranran, please wait.”

Was there anything else he wished to say at this juncture?

Hadn't she already fulfilled their desires—by stepping aside and making the ultimate sacrifice? Wasn't that sufficient?

As if on cue, a car smoothly braked to a stop right in front of her.

Without a moment's hesitation, Ye Ranran yanked open the door and slid inside. “Drive,” she commanded.

The vehicle surged forward, rapidly leaving Ye Tianjing and his irritating voice far behind. Finally, that bothersome sound vanished.

“Where shall we go?” A resonant voice inquired from the front of the car.

Where could she possibly go?

Her mind reeled with the question, a headache beginning to throb.

“Judging by your attire, you were on your way to be wed, correct?” the man observed, filling the silence as she remained quiet.

Ye Ranran let out a sharp, cynical laugh. “I just left the church.”

“I was jilted.” Before the man could even pose another question, Ye Ranran blurted out the confession.

The car halted, and the man swiveled in his seat to face her.

His features were striking, marked by a subtle, almost imperceptible smile playing in his eyes, radiating a gentle, refined aura—as lustrous and smooth as polished jade.

“How about marrying me instead?” the man proposed.

Gazing at his disarmingly handsome face, Ye Ranran fell into a brief, contemplative silence.

“I will not betray you,” the man stated, his gaze intensifying, his tone carrying a newfound gravity.

This declaration struck Ye Ranran as profoundly amusing. “Why me?” she questioned.

He was proposing marriage upon their very first encounter. What could be his reasoning?

A man of his caliber surely wouldn't be lacking in potential partners.

Or perhaps he perceived her as naive and easily manipulated?

“Because I, too, have experienced betrayal.

Our circumstances are quite similar, and additionally, I am in need of a wife at present.”

It was a compelling reason, and fortuitously, she also required a husband.

“Let’s go.

The civil affairs bureau will be closing soon.”

Her household registration book was at home, and coincidentally, she also needed to change her attire.

Precisely thirty minutes later, Ye Ranran stood before the imposing doors of the civil affairs bureau.

Her eyes drifted upward, taking in the characters emblazoned above the entrance.

“Do you have any second thoughts?”

“You still have the option to withdraw your decision now, if you wish,” the man beside her said, his voice earnest.

Ye Ranran stepped forward resolutely. “I suspect you might be the one who ends up regretting this.”

The process of marriage was surprisingly straightforward: completing forms, settling the fees, posing for photographs, and finally, receiving the certificate.

Clutching the red marriage certificate, Ye Ranran felt a wave of bewilderment wash over her.

Had she truly just gotten married?

To a man whose name she didn’t even know?

“Acceptable, I suppose,” the man remarked, his gaze fixed on the photograph adorning the certificate as he gave a slight nod.

Ye Ranran leaned closer, her eyes falling upon the name inscribed below: Jun Mochan.

The name resonated deeply with Ye Ranran.

He was the burgeoning force in A City, having arrived just four years prior and subsequently establishing the formidable J.C Group.

A mere three years later, J.C Group went public, and by the present day, it had blossomed into a corporation of global renown.

Its vast empire encompassed real estate, fashion, film and television, and a myriad of other industries, with holdings spread across the globe.

Consequently, he had ascended to become the most sought-after and celebrated bachelor in A City.

Only recently, the J.C Group had found itself in direct competition with Gao Han’s W.M Group over a lucrative new development project, positioning them as direct rivals.

Who could have possibly predicted that she would stumble upon such a prize by sheer chance?

A subtle sense of satisfaction bloomed within Ye Ranran.

Gao Han had married her sister, had he?

She, in turn, had just married his biggest competitor; let the games of provocation commence.

“Wife, let us depart,” Jun Mochan stated, his hand naturally finding hers as he took it, as if he had performed this gesture countless times before.

A flicker of unease stirred within Ye Ranran, yet she made no move to withdraw her hand.

“Our marriage is merely a legal document; you needn't feel any undue obligation.

The moment you encounter a woman you truly fancy, we shall proceed with the divorce.”

Jun Mochan paused, the playful glint in his deep black eyes receding, replaced by an undeniable seriousness.