CHAPTER 1513: CHAPTER 1435: SCANDALOUS NEWS

Just one indifferent disregard, and the other left bewildered.

"You’ve worked hard." After thinking for a long time, Fu Rong finally managed to come up with this sentence.

"Just remember to reward me." Ye Ranran was not one for false modesty.

Back when she liked him, she was willing to serve him tirelessly. Now, having decided to let go, whatever she had earned was something she wouldn’t settle for less.

"What do you want?" His eyes carried a deeper meaning, those narrow, peach-blossom-shaped eyes sparkling with an irresistible charm—like spring in March, when the grass grows lush, birds sing sweetly, and the wind sends pink petals flying everywhere.

This man really was outstanding, Ye Ranran mused. Even a single glance could leave others defenseless—it was no wonder she’d been obsessed with him for so many years.

"Just jot down my contribution in the record book. If trouble ever befalls my family, you need to lend a hand." Ye Ranran raised her request leisurely.

"Is that all?"

"Mm, and also, when do you plan to let go of my foot? You holding onto it like that is really uncomfortable." She tried to struggle, and this time she easily pulled her foot back.

She yawned. "It’s late. You should head back now. Otherwise, it’d look bad if someone saw."

She and he were still under sharp scrutiny, and having already made it onto the entertainment headlines once, she didn’t want to appear there a second time.

Seeing her weary demeanor, Fu Rong didn’t dwell on pestering her any further. He stepped out of the tent. "Get some rest."

At the same moment, Jun Mochan was quietly observing Ye Ranran, Fu Rong, and Sun Yi’s "love triangle," a suspicious smile lingering on his lips.

"How does this make you feel?" Zhou Xian asked.

He was playing cards with Chu Ji, Seventh, and Eighth.

The four of them had various scraps of paper stuck to their faces; Chu Ji especially had the most.

There was no helping it—he was the most absent-minded among them, and naturally, the one losing the most.

"Not bad." Jun Mochan stroked his chin, his smile deep and layered.

"Are you out of your mind?" Seventh played a card without even glancing up.

The other three shot him strange looks, and the third suddenly realized—he had just insulted his superior.

Before he could apologize, the superior spoke first, "The more gossip there is, the quicker Ranran will give up."

"Scandal? Aren’t you jealous?" As Seventh laid down a card, Eighth swiftly followed up, taking his play.

Seventh kicked at him from underneath the table, Eighth dodged, and after dozens of moves, the two finally settled down.

"Such things are just idle entertainment, only worth being treated as gossip. Why take them seriously?" Jun Mochan scoffed.

No one understood the truth of the matter better than him.

Fu Rong was far more cautious with his life. Until the virus was fully eradicated, Ye Ranran was completely safe.

After all this time, he hadn’t even kissed Ye Ranran. He refused to believe Fu Rong would have the guts to take things further.

Since there was no physical contact, why should he waste his jealousy on this flimsy affair?

Seventh and Eighth had no rebuttal; the young master’s thoughts were always fathomless, far beyond their comprehension.

"You’re really not worried?" Chu Ji played a card in an aloof manner.

It earned him disdainful looks from all three—it was so effeminate, so indecisive.

Chu Ji chose to completely ignore them.

Jun Mochan didn’t respond. Zhou Xian kindly offered an explanation. "One, Two, Three, and Four are keeping watch over there."

Chu Ji suddenly understood. So he wasn’t unconcerned; he had simply laid his plans long ago.

Not only could this monitor her, but it could also win favor—his schemes were as deep and unfathomable as ever.

Jun Mochan didn’t refute. He wasn’t as foolish as Fu Rong, who had pushed someone away without clearly understanding his own feelings first.