The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me Chapter 3 - 3 003 One Night_1

“Our marriage is something I hold in high regard.”

Ye Ranran simply pursed her lips. “Isn’t all of this just to get back at Gao Han?”

“Miss Ye, I do not find it necessary to tarnish my marriage for the sake of confronting someone who isn't even worthy of being my opponent,” Jun Mochan stated calmly.

“Then why would you…” Ye Ranran began.

“As I stated before, I require a wife, and you, coincidentally, fulfill my criteria,” Jun Mochan explained, his gaze sweeping over her.

The way he assessed her, much like one would pick out produce at a market, irked Ye Ranran slightly. “How do you know *I* am amenable to this?”

“Oh, are there aspects of me that Mrs. Jun is displeased with?” Jun Mochan inched closer to the car, opening the door. “Let us depart for home.”

Ye Ranran’s attention was immediately snagged, and she asked without thinking, “Which home do you mean?”

“Mrs. Jun, I doubt I need to remind you of your current status,” the smile that had been on Jun Mochan’s face vanished, replaced by a subtle wave of annoyance.

Ye Ranran fell silent and got into the vehicle.

It was true, she had no other place to turn; she had married him seeking a sanctuary.

Jun Mochan remained quiet, and the car’s interior became still.

The latest model Maybach glided smoothly into Riverside Villa.

The following day.

The summer sun consistently made an early appearance, eager to stream through the expansive windows and into the room.

As the sunlight touched the bed, Ye Ranran’s eyes slowly fluttered open.

A general soreness permeated her body, prompting her to stretch and let out a yawn.

“Awake?” A voice, a blend of familiarity and strangeness, emanated from behind her.

Ye Ranran stiffly turned her head. The visage that greeted her was the near-perfect face of Jun Mochan.

His skin was faintly pale, his nose was straight and prominent, his eyebrows were dark and thick, and within his deep, calm gaze, a flicker of concern was detectable.

Her gaze drifted downwards from his face, noting the haphazardly draped quilt covering his torso, revealing more than half of his chest.

Scratch marks were visible all over it.

Ye Ranran shuddered and quickly pulled the covers back.

While she had harbored a suspicion, a sliver of hope still lingered.

Glancing down to find herself completely uncovered, she took several deep breaths in an attempt to quell the storm brewing within her heart.

“What happened here?” A slight hangover clouded her senses; her head throbbed, making it difficult to piece together the events.

“Last night, you offered yourself quite readily, and with considerable enthusiasm,” Jun Mochan stated, lifting the covers as he prepared to stand.

Ye Ranran swiftly averted her face.

The clear tone of Jun Mochan’s voice brought her back to a semblance of clarity.

She recalled returning to the villa with Jun Mochan, having dinner, consuming some alcohol, and then her memory became fragmented.

Damn this alcohol, it always leads to trouble.

“Our agreement remains in place, so please don't concern yourself with what transpired today. I do not expect you to take responsibility,” Ye Ranran declared, her dark eyes fixed with a firm resolve.

As she prepared to head to the bathroom after dressing, Jun Mochan paused.

He turned slowly and walked back towards Ye Ranran.

Propping his hands on the edge of the bed, he effectively cornered her within his reach.

“I recall informing you that I take our marriage with utmost seriousness,” he affirmed, and it was precisely this seriousness that prevented him from holding back last night.

“I am not the sort of man who trifles with women. Since I have married you, I will be accountable for you,” Jun Mochan declared, lifting Ye Ranran’s chin to ensure she met his gaze.

Within his calm, profound eyes, Ye Ranran perceived a genuine seriousness.

He was utterly sincere.

“But we…” Ye Ranran started.

“I never consented to that arrangement.”

The oppressive presence of Jun Mochan made it difficult for Ye Ranran to breathe, yet she managed to utter her final coherent thought, “We have only just met; we scarcely know each other.”