Chapter 1545: Chapter 1667: She Doesn’t Need to Take Care of It

Ye Ranran hesitated; no matter how, speaking behind someone’s back never escapes gossip, and right now she’s talking about Jun Mochan’s mother.

No matter how she looked at it, it didn’t seem right.

“It’s alright if you don’t want to say, I can ask someone else.” Jun Mochan took the lunchbox from her hand.

“Now that the misunderstandings are cleared up, it doesn’t matter who said it, right?” Ye Ranran carefully chose her words.

She didn’t want to spread gossip; even if she was fair, speaking behind someone’s back was never good.

“It matters. I just want to know who was talking nonsense in front of you.” Jun Mochan didn’t want Ye Ranran to remember those unpleasant things.

All of Wen Cai’s memories, aside from Fu Rong being unattainable, lacked ugliness. And even with Fu Rong, she merely declined her in the beginning.

There were no substantial actions taken to harm her.

But it wasn’t the same for Ye Ranran. Aside from her unhappy childhood, she faced betrayal from a close friend, malicious harm from her first boyfriend, and her biological father’s displeasure.

All of these were like knives, shattering her heart.

So Jun Mochan didn’t force her to remember; whether she remembered or not didn’t matter.

Ultimately, she was his, and that was enough.

“You’re exaggerating! Let’s just let this matter go and not delve into it anymore.” Ye Ranran whined.

“No way.” Jun Mochan insisted, “Why would someone tell you this for no reason? They must have a purpose.”

Ye Ranran’s face stiffened slightly; surely Ho’s mother had a purpose in telling her this.

“What else did she say?” Jun Mochan lifted Ye Ranran’s chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Nothing much, just asked me to convince my older brother to get married.” His gaze was too intense, and Ye Ranran quickly surrendered.

“You don’t need to worry about his matters.” Jun Mochan said dismissively.

“Why not?” Isn’t he your older brother?

“When he’s ready to marry, he will; when he’s not, persuading won’t help.” Jun Mochan replied casually.

Ye Ranran still wanted to say something, but Jun Mochan continued, “Besides, this matter doesn’t have much to do with you; mainly the shadow left by his ex-wife is too strong.”

“Your brother was married?”

“Otherwise, how could you think he’s kept himself pure for you?” Jun Mochan looked at her strangely.

Ye Ranran couldn’t bear his gaze and felt ashamed, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“The situation with the sister-in-law was quite tumultuous; likely, my brother has a shadow over this and naturally doesn’t want to marry. In any case, you don’t need to worry about it.”

Jun Mochan’s words were half-true, perfectly flawless so Ye Ranran didn’t think much of it.

After eating, he took out three thick notebooks from a drawer, “Have a look at these.”

“What are they?”

“Your previous design drafts; let’s see if they jog your memory.” Jun Mochan looked at her holding the notebooks, his gaze tender.

At the mention of this, Ye Ranran suddenly remembered, grabbed Jun Mochan’s hand, and happily said, “I remembered the time you made a wedding dress for me; it was beautiful.”

She had seen that wedding dress, hanging at the deepest part of the wardrobe, layers of white tulle, dreamy like a childhood dream.

Every woman wants such a wedding dress, but not everyone can have it.

Jun Mochan’s lips curved, “Really?”

What kind of expression was that? Ye Ranran felt displeased and lifted her face, “Are you unhappy?”