Chapter 1553: Chapter 1775: A Little Excitement

“Go meet Song Ze, it might stimulate her memory a bit. If she still can’t remember, we can talk about it next time.” Jun Mochan exhaled and said slowly.

“Perhaps you should honestly tell her about her parents’ matters; who knows, it might work.” If she could accept it the first time, naturally she could accept it the second time. It’s not a big deal.

“You don’t understand, once there has been happiness, past pain gets magnified a hundredfold.”

Zhou Xian understood. Jun Mochan was afraid, afraid of the days when Ye Ranran would miss Wen Cai, and he was scared she would leave.

“Suit yourself.” Zhou Xian said no more.

Just after hanging up the phone, he saw Ye Ranran holding chrysanthemums, slowly walking over.

He jumped out of the car to open the door for her.

“I can do it myself.” Ye Ranran felt a bit flattered.

“Afraid it would be inconvenient for you.” After she got in, Jun Mochan closed the car door.

Ye Ranran glanced around, and from the rearview mirror, she saw Jun Mochan observing her situation and asked, “What’s up?”

“Don’t you take an assistant with you when you go out?” Someone of his status rarely went out alone, right?

“We’re not handling official business right now, so there’s no need, besides, I don’t like having a lot of people around.” Everyone needs privacy, and the more he heard flattery, the less he liked taking people along.

“I can sense that.” Over these days since coming back, unless necessary, he didn’t bring assistants or bodyguards.

“Do you like it? Or should I get a few people to tag along with you?” Some people like being surrounded by attendants, bringing drivers and servants wherever they go.

Many rich young masters and ladies enjoyed that. If she liked it, he could satisfy her.

“No, I don’t like it.” She’s not helpless, why would she need those?

Jun Mochan had already anticipated her answer, and merely smirked when he heard it.

While they were conversing, the car stopped at the entrance of the Song Family cemetery. Because of Song Ze, Jun Mochan had preserved this area, and had buried Song Yue and others here.

In that respect, he had done right by him.

Seeing that they arrived at such a place, the smile on Ye Ranran’s face vanished, and she followed silently behind Jun Mochan, walking with her head down.

She didn’t know why Jun Mochan brought her here when she said she wanted to see her parents, but she had already prepared herself for the worst.

“We’re here.” It wasn’t until Jun Mochan’s voice came from above her head that Ye Ranran looked up.

On the tombstone, the words Song Ze were inscribed.

A dull pain surged through Ye Ranran’s heart, as if someone had hammered it with an iron hammer.

At first, it felt just dizzying, but then came the pain, increasing with every wave.

“Who was he?” Ye Ranran asked hoarsely.

Her gaze fixed on the photo on the tombstone. It was a very young man; she didn’t know if he was just as young when he died.

If he was, it would be such a pity, because from the photo, his appearance and demeanor were flawless.

“He was Song Ze, who once died to save you.” Jun Mochan stated, word by word.

With Jun Mochan’s words, the pain radiated from her heart to her head, and Ye Ranran clutched at her chest.

“Are you saying he died because of me?” she asked again, this time with a raspier voice, like someone walking in the desert, long deprived of water.

“Yes.” Jun Mochan tightly gripped her arm.

Just as he finished speaking, a scene unfolded before Ye Ranran’s eyes, of an ethereal man, lying in a pool of blood, deathly still.