The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1504: 1426: He Can't See
Chapter 1504: Chapter 1426: He Can’t See
“Even if something happened, it’s already too late, isn’t it?” Fu Rong chuckled softly, the meaning behind it hard to grasp.
Ye Ranran felt lightheaded and did not want to argue with him. “As long as it’s nothing, it’s fine.”
“From now on, don’t set your phone to silent. If I can’t reach you, I’ll worry.” He suddenly threw out the statement.
Ye Ranran was stunned, not expecting such words to come out of his mouth. Judging by his stiff expression, he clearly wasn’t suited to say things like that.
“I just wanted a peaceful night’s sleep. Besides, it was already late at night when you tried to reach me yesterday. As a woman, I don’t think it’s appropriate to go out at that hour.” Her indifferent tone firmly created a barrier between them.
Fu Rong was about to explode in anger, but when he glanced at her pale face, he swallowed his fury forcefully. “I was only worried you’d catch a cold from the rain.”
“That’s all?” Her gaze was clear and unwavering as she stared at him, her eyes as tranquil as lake water, reflecting his silhouette.
“Did you receive the email I sent you yesterday?”
“Mm, got it. I’ll revise it today.”
“My system shows it bounced back. Are you sure you received it?”
Was he trying to indirectly inspect her computer? Ye Ranran smirked. “I’m sure. I copied it onto a USB stick. If you don’t believe me, come to the office, and I’ll show you.”
“Then why does my system indicate the delivery failed?”
“You should ask your computer that.”
“Everyone else’s emails went through just fine. Maybe there’s something wrong with your computer, not mine? Let me take a look for you.” Fu Rong effortlessly made the suggestion.
“That won’t be necessary. I’ll have my brother check it for me. I’m going to eat breakfast now; I’ll be late for work soon.” Ye Ranran walked toward the dining area.
Fu Rong headed upstairs. “I’ll take a look while there’s still time.”
“What are you doing?” Ye Ranran reprimanded sharply. “Who gave you permission to go up there?”
“What? Is there something in your room you don’t want me to see? Something I shouldn’t know about?” Fu Rong gazed at her indifferently, his cold eyes frosty. “Don’t tell me you’ve been hiding a man?”
“What do you mean by ‘hiding’? I’m a single woman of a certain age—what’s wrong with bringing a man home? You’re not my parents; you’re overstepping.” Ye Ranran said slowly.
Fu Rong’s face changed slightly, his eyes sharp with danger. “You really brought a man home?”
“What does it have to do with you?”
Fu Rong pushed past her and went upstairs. “I’ll find out soon enough whether it has anything to do with me.”
Fu Rong reached the door to Ye Ranran’s room, his hand hovering over the doorknob for a moment before he pushed it open.
Blue curtains, light blue sheets, a fluffy cream-colored carpet laid on the ground.
In the corner stood a potted plant; on the side of the wardrobe, two vases of flowers. On the third shelf, a picture frame, and lastly, a stuffed doll.
The entire room had a bit of a pastoral vibe, fresh and clean.
The breeze stirred the curtains, and a faint floral fragrance wafted through the air.
The room was empty. Where was the man?
“Satisfied with what you see?” Ye Ranran stood behind him with her arms crossed.
Perhaps because she’d spent too much time in wet clothes the day before, she felt slightly dizzy, her limbs barely responding.
Fu Rong didn’t respond. He walked toward Ye Ranran’s computer.
“What are you planning to do? You’re not thinking about installing some kind of spyware to monitor me, are you?”
Her words made Fu Rong snap his head around. His gaze was probing, half-investigative and half-intense, as though he’d spotted something.
She met his eyes without a hint of fear. There were so many things she wanted to ask him—she had no reason to avoid him.