Chapter 1525: Chapter 1447: Can’t Compare with Him

“What’s wrong?” Jun Mochan looked at her worriedly.

What was she thinking about again?

Ye Ranran opened her bag, the only thing she had brought with her: “Before I left, I didn’t bring anything else, just these two items.”

She pulled out two boxes. Jun Mochan opened them one by one, and when he saw the items inside, a peculiar light flickered in his eyes.

“This crystal was a gift I gave you. The rings—yours and mine—are a pair. They’re our wedding rings. Once I put mine on, I never took it off. But Fu Rong didn’t throw these away?”

He didn’t strike her as the kind of person who’d be so considerate. If it were him, he would’ve tossed these things as far away as possible.

Better yet, obliterated them completely.

Jun Mochan sneered inwardly. Men often accuse women of being petty, but aren’t they just as petty themselves?

“I found them in the pocket of my clothes. I thought it was strange they ended up there, but later I convinced myself, maybe I bought them at some point and didn’t remember. Then, on a whim, I kept them.”

Even she doubted that explanation.

Who would randomly buy a ring and stash it away for no reason?

And it was unmistakably a wedding ring—she wasn’t so out of touch as to not recognize it.

But at the time, she didn’t bother analyzing such an odd situation. She just needed a reason, even if it was self-deceptive.

Jun Mochan clearly understood too. He picked up the ring and slipped it onto Ye Ranran’s finger: “Good thing it wasn’t lost. Now, you’re mine again.”

Ye Ranran stared at the gleaming facets that sparkled brilliantly: “What if it had been lost?”

“Honestly, I didn’t expect Fu Rong to still have it, so I had already reached out to a designer to make a new pair for us once you came back.” So if it had been lost, then so be it.

But finding it now simply felt like a pleasant surprise.

Ye Ranran blinked and stared at Jun Mochan, her gaze steady, so much so that Jun Mochan’s pupils softened with a flicker of amusement: “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking you’re very considerate, not domineering at all.” Wasn’t he supposed to be the classic overbearing tycoon? Shouldn’t he be much more controlling?

Jun Mochan chuckled: “I’m not that immature.”

Though he had feelings, he knew how to distinguish between what was worth minding and what wasn’t.

Some things had already happened and couldn’t be changed—why dwell on them? All you could do was move forward.

“If tonight’s situation had been Fu Rong instead, he’d definitely say, ‘You’re only allowed to look at me, think about me.'” As she spoke, Ye Ranran started laughing herself.

She had to admit—Fu Rong couldn’t compare to Jun Mochan.

The elegance that radiated from him was intrinsic, natural, and refined.

“You don’t need to say it—you’re already mine.” Jun Mochan’s deep, luminous black eyes were calm like the sea, exuding a tenderness that seemed to embrace everything.

Ye Ranran suddenly couldn’t meet his gaze anymore. She turned around: “I’m going to sleep. Go get busy.”

She changed into her pajamas, lay down on the bed, and listened to the sound of running water in the bathroom, unable to fall asleep.

Before this—okay, from Wen Cai’s memories—this was her first time sharing a bed with a man, so it was inevitable that she felt shy.

She had wanted to refuse earlier, but the giant wedding photo hanging above the headboard reminded her—they were married, they even had a child—there was no point in being so bashful.

She was Ye Ranran now, not Wen Cai.

Calm down, calm down. Ye Ranran took a deep breath.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, she quickly closed her eyes.

Moments later, the covers lifted, and her back felt cool. Before she could process it, a feverishly warm body pressed against her back.