CHAPTER 1511: CHAPTER 1433: HYPE

"No need, just don’t touch me." Ye Ranran rubbed her forehead, trying to make herself a little more clear-headed.

She hadn’t had proper rest at all during this time; one thing after another kept piling up. Ever since she got caught in the rain some time ago, her head would randomly start to ache.

At night, she began having dreams. Her sleep time was already insufficient, and now with the dreams, every day felt unbearably exhausting.

But she had no way to rest.

"Let me take a break; I’m begging you." Ye Ranran’s large eyes had a misty haze over them, the lake within no longer clear and pristine, making it impossible to guess her thoughts.

"Get some sleep." Fu Rong no longer insisted.

Once the vehicle entered the mountainous area, the ride became extremely bumpy. Ye Ranran couldn’t sleep soundly and simply stared at the scenery outside.

After a full day and night of rushing around, they finally arrived at the disaster area.

Ye Ranran didn’t bother resting and followed Fu Rong to get a grasp of the rescue efforts.

The ground was coated in yellow mud; stepping down onto it, the sludge climbed up to her calves. Ye Ranran didn’t hesitate, directly removing her shoes and stepping in.

As they moved further in, they reached the village—completely submerged by floodwaters. In the midst of the water stood a child, staring around blankly, helpless.

The truth was, manpower was insufficient, and the rescue workers had told him to wait here. They’d come later to take him away.

Seeing no one was one thing, but once he saw them, the child started crying.

"Don’t cry, come here, Auntie will hold you." Ye Ranran lifted the child into her arms.

"Sister." The child, sweet-tongued and seeing how fair-skinned and beautiful Ye Ranran was, simply couldn’t bring himself to call her "Auntie."

"Not ’sister,’ call me Auntie." Ye Ranran stroked his head gently.

The boy was seven or eight years old already, and Ye Ranran was struggling to hold him. Fu Rong stepped forward and took the child from her. "Let me do it."

Fu Rong arranged for someone to take him away.

After understanding the situation, Fu Rong sent more manpower to the area.

Major TV networks were keeping close tabs on the flood situation here, so aside from disaster relief supplies, the two hadn’t brought any reporters along.

When Fu Rong first arrived, there had already been journalists covering the situation.

Later, seeing him and Ye Ranran walking barefoot through the muddy soil, the media began broadcasting relentlessly.

The news went viral instantly. Some said that, though his private life might have issues, there was no denying he was a capable leader.

Others accused him of staging the scene for publicity.

At night, Ye Ranran stayed in a tent like the ordinary people.

The only thing slightly special was that she had a tent to herself, but it wasn’t large. She tucked herself into a corner, laying a mat on the floor, with just a blanket as cover.

Her backpack was the only other thing she had brought along.

As Ye Ranran stared at the soles of her feet, cut and bleeding from the stones, distressed, Jun Mochan called her.

"Ranran, are you okay?" His eyes carried both worry and regret.

He had started to feel that leaving her there was a mistake. The disaster area—how dangerous it was! What would happen if something went wrong?

"I’m fine." Ye Ranran placed the blanket over her injured feet. "You don’t need to worry. I’ll stay for two more days, then I’ll head back. After that, it’ll be time for the election, and after that, I can go with you." Her voice was lowered, so low that only the two of them could hear.

The walls have ears, and tents are far from soundproof.

These days, every step Ye Ranran took was treading carefully.

Because she was walking on the edge of a blade—one slip, and there would be blood and broken bones.

"I found evidence and have already sent it out. Soon, there will be results." Jun Mochan’s dark eyes softened, diffused with a gentle light.