CHAPTER 1517: CHAPTER 1439: LEAVING

"This move was well played. The portion of public support we lost has been regained, and it’s actually trending upward," Wen’s father said.

It was rare for him to speak at the dining table. Ye Ranran’s clear and bright eyes finally revealed a hint of warmth. "Mm."

Wen’s mother placed some food into her bowl. "Have these days been tough? Eat more."

"Thank you, Mom."

The meal was relatively harmonious. Returning to her room, Ye Ranran picked up the results of the identification report, but ultimately put it down again.

She had to leave the day after tomorrow. She had originally planned to discuss the matter with her parents tonight, but feared they might tell Fu Rong.

She also worried that Fu Rong might have planted a listening device somewhere in the house.

If Fu Rong found out about all this... She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to leave.

After weighing her options carefully, she decided not to take the risk.

Once she had finished drafting her speech, she wrote a note and placed it on top of the report.

For these two days, Ye Ranran focused solely on revising her speech—revising, revising, and revising again.

Before finalizing it, she sent the very first draft of her speech to Big Fu.

After doing all this, she lay down.

The next morning, before leaving, she opened the drawer and saw a ring and a moonstone inside. On impulse, she picked them up.

She had found those items in her pocket earlier. Tang Sheng said he didn’t know where they came from, but they were most likely Ye Ranran’s.

She put them into her bag but took nothing else.

She retrieved the paternity test results and the note she had written last night, then slipped them into a gap in the study room.

She also placed a note in Wen Li’s room. After finishing all of this, she went to work as usual.

The election rally was held at the government’s grand auditorium.

On that day, the hall was filled with tens of thousands of attendees. Journalists surrounded the venue, flashing cameras, and the area was adorned with flowers on every side.

When Fu Rong walked onto the stage, the sound of camera shutters was incessant.

For the first time, he wore a silver suit that day, enhancing his suave appearance—cool and serene, like the moon, as if he were an exiled immortal.

His indifferent gaze swept through the audience, silencing the crowd entirely.

"Hello, everyone, I am Fu Rong."

Yes, he was Fu Rong, the one Wen Cai had loved for twenty-eight years, the one she had saved with her life.

But she was no longer Wen Cai. Wen Cai had died long ago.

And so, it was time for her to leave.

"Sister Cai, where are you going?" Lan Yu asked curiously.

"To the restroom." She responded calmly.

Once outside the auditorium, a car pulled up in front of Ye Ranran. When the car window lowered, its refined occupant’s brows came into view—a picturesque sight.

Without hesitation, Ye Ranran opened the car door and got in.

"Let’s go." She didn’t look back even once.

From that moment on, she was no longer Wen Cai; she was just Ye Ranran.

Jun Mochan held her hand tightly. "Do you feel sad?"

She shook her head. "Not sad."

Because he would bring her happiness.

Jun Mochan drove her directly to the airport, his hand never releasing hers along the way. Their interlocked fingers seemed like entangled red threads, weaving through lost time and binding them tightly together once again.

At the airport, someone was already waiting for them. Upon arriving, Jun Mochan led Ye Ranran straight onto a private jet.

Her phone rang at that moment; it was Fu Rong calling.

On the television screen, footage of his final speech on stage was still playing.

As his last word lingered in the air, thunderous applause erupted from the crowd.

He stood confidently on the stage, basking in the admiration of the audience.

For some reason, Ye Ranran’s eyes grew warm. This was the scene she had long wished to witness.