The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me Chapter 4 - 4 004 Encounter with Scum Man and Woman Again_1

“Oh, you believe our acquaintance is still in its early stages?

Perhaps we should get to know each other better then?” Jun Mochan’s eyes sparkled with an unfathomable light.

As an adult, Ye Ranran understood his suggestive meaning perfectly.

Her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, she clutched the sheets with one hand and hurled a pillow at him with the other.

“Jun Mochan, you’re such a pervert,” she declared.

“Hehe.” Jun Mochan’s gaze softened as a light chuckle escaped him.

Fuming, Ye Ranran turned her head away, refusing to meet his eyes.

Noticing her shy reaction, Jun Mochan ceased his teasing and stood, making his way towards the bathroom.

As his footsteps gradually faded, Ye Ranran turned her head back towards him.

Once the bathroom door clicked shut, she sprang from the bed.

The clothing she intended to wear was already neatly arranged on the bedside table.

She picked up the latest J.C. model dress.

In a striking black and white combination, the dress featured a shirt design that exuded a professional office lady vibe, perfectly suited for Ye Ranran.

Her long, curly hair cascaded around her face, and her large eyes, delicate palm-sized face, and flawless skin were adorned with a subtle, natural blush.

Were it not for her sophisticated aura, one might easily mistake her for a recent college graduate.

Just as Ye Ranran was pulling up the zipper of her dress, the bathroom door swung open.

Jun Mochan emerged, clad in a fresh bathrobe that draped loosely on his frame.

His inherent elegance lent him a tranquil demeanor, much like the first gentle breeze of a summer morning.

Refreshing and cool, yet undeniably soft.

Upon seeing Ye Ranran, his eyes radiated pure satisfaction.

“I need to go pick up something later. You don’t have to wait for me,” Ye Ranran stated, avoiding Jun Mochan’s gaze and looking away awkwardly.

This man possessed an overwhelming presence.

Try as she might, she could not simply ignore him.

“Where are you headed? I’ll take you,” he replied, turning towards the wardrobe and effectively denying Ye Ranran any chance to refuse his offer.

The car glided to a smooth stop before the opulent residential complex.

This area was situated in the heart of the city, a highly coveted locale where only the affluent resided.

Initially, Ye Ranran had acquired this very house at a considerable expense, outbidding all others, and now it was being occupied by that unfaithful couple.

Jun Mochan, discerning her expression, understood precisely whom she intended to confront, and this location was quite familiar to him as well.

“If you’re reluctant to go, then by all means, don’t. You can always purchase new items,” he suggested.

“No, I must go,” Ye Ranran declared, lifting her chin with an air of defiance.

“I can manage on my own,” she added, decisively shutting the car door.

She had no desire for others to witness her in such a distressed state.

The Thirteenth Floor.

The moment she stepped out of the elevator, Ye Ranran’s ears were filled with Ye Tianjiao’s commanding voice.

“Move all these belongings inside and discard those items.”

Ye Ranran quickened her pace, rounding the corner just in time to catch sight of Ye Tianjiao.

She was instructing two women to throw out various pieces of clothing and other personal effects.

Even without a closer look, Ye Ranran could instantly identify whose possessions these were.

She bent down, retrieving one of the discarded shirts, and remarked, “I had no idea you were in such a rush to get rid of me.”

The implication was clear: Ye Tianjiao was eager to erase all traces of Ye Ranran’s existence.

Without the watchful eyes of cameras, Ye Tianjiao shed her veneer of demureness. “I presumed my dear sister would no longer require these old belongings, so I had them tidied up for you.”

Ye Tianjiao was adorned in a low-cut dress, with visible hickeys marring her neck and body.

It was as if she were boldly challenging Ye Ranran with each exposed mark.

Ye Ranran couldn’t help but question if Ye Tianjiao was deliberately tilting her head back while speaking, as if intentionally ensuring Ye Ranran saw every detail.

Ye Ranran met her gaze with a sardonic smile. “Well, thank you, little sister. However, permit me to offer a word of caution: with a baby on the way, even newlyweds must exercise prudence. After all, the pregnancy is still in its delicate early stages.”