CHAPTER 1423: CHAPTER 1346: EVEN IF WE MEET, WE SHALL NOT RECOGNIZE EACH OTHER

She seemed less businesslike and more enchanting than during the day.

When she applied the bright red lipstick, Wen Li knocked on her door.

Fu Rong wouldn’t personally come to pick her up; she usually went there by herself. Today Wen Li was accompanying her, so she took Wen Li’s car.

Seeing Ye Ranran and Wen Li arrive together, Jun Mochan’s lips curled into a smile.

It seemed that the investigation results were true, Fu Rong didn’t care much about her. In this case, it would be much easier for him to recapture her heart.

He didn’t care whether she could recover her memory or not; she could only stay by his side.

She could only belong to him.

Noticing his gaze fixed on a certain spot, Zhou Xian coughed and leaned in to whisper, "Haven’t you considered one issue?"

Jun Mochan’s eyes narrowed slightly, a sign of his impatience.

"Maybe she and Fu Rong have already..." Zhou Xian winked at him.

A vein bulged on Jun Mochan’s forehead: "Shut up."

Fine, Zhou Xian obediently shut up; he was only stating a fact after all.

A strong sourness emanated from Jun Mochan, his eyes burning with the flames of jealousy.

He felt an impulsive urge to destroy everything related to Fu Rong without any reservations.

Perceiving the change in his mood, Chu Ji gave Zhou Xian a sideways glance; what was he doing irritating him for no reason? Was he just bored?

Zhou Xian felt wronged; he just wanted to give him a little stimulus, to stop him from always staring at that girl.

So as not to scare her, and besides, there was a snake by the girl’s side.

Now he had stimulated the wrong thing.

"You don’t need to worry too much; they said she’s just recovered, right? That means she’s been lying in a hospital bed before, and even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t have had the strength, right?"

It made sense. The fire in Jun Mochan’s eyes slowly extinguished, and he returned to his calm and indifferent demeanor.

From the beginning to the end, his expression hadn’t changed much.

If you hadn’t been by his side for a while, you wouldn’t have noticed the subtle changes in his emotions.

When Ye Ranran let go of Wen Li’s hand and sat alone on the side, Jun Mochan stood up and walked towards her.

Not everyone had arrived yet; dinner would officially start at eight, so people were gathering in small groups to chat.

Big Fu and Fu Er had arrived early. Ye Ranran scanned the room but didn’t see that person.

As her gaze turned back to the entrance, before she could spot Fu Rong, a shadow loomed over her.

Ye Ranran lifted her head to meet a pair of warm eyes.

"There’s at least half an hour before dinner; have some snacks to fill your stomach first." Jun Mochan passed the plate in his hand to her.

The plate was filled with several pastries.

Ye Ranran didn’t immediately reach for them; instead, her eyes moved from the plate to Jun Mochan’s face.

"Thank you." She took a pastry.

Jun Mochan stood by her side naturally: "No need to thank me."

His deep gaze was too intense, making Ye Ranran quite uncomfortable.

She didn’t understand why he was looking at her in such a way; before this, they had never met, let alone had any interactions.

As for love at first sight, she believed even less in that.

"Miss Wen’s speech today was brilliant." As if sensing Ye Ranran’s discomfort, Jun Mochan withdrew his gaze.

His expression was flat, but only he knew how much he yearned to hold her in his arms.

Moving closer, he could smell the familiar scent on her body, the perfume she often used, which besides the fragrance of the perfume itself, also carried a hint of flowers.