Chapter 1482 - 1405: A Demand
"Ranran, he’s the child you risked your life to give birth to, and he’s very obedient. You’ll definitely like him. Just meet him, okay?" His tone was gentle, as if trying to coax a stubborn child.
Ye Ranran’s heart suddenly softened. No one had ever spoken to her so patiently before.
Fu Rong had always been cold and distant, and the words that came out of his mouth were usually commands.
If she refused to comply, he would shield himself behind his superior status, using power to coerce her.
Now, being treated so tenderly, she found herself unable to refuse.
"Alright." After all, it was just a phone call, not face-to-face, so there was no need to be afraid.
"Okay then. I think calling you might be inconvenient for me; can you call me instead?" He wanted to call her himself but was worried about Fu Rong discovering it.
Ye Ranran considered this too: "Okay, I’ll do as you say."
Hearing those words again, Jun Mochan’s lips curled into a smile. At that moment, his car slowly entered the Jun family estate.
Reaching the villa’s entrance, Jun Mochan stepped out. It was already 10 PM, while it was 1 AM on Ye Ranran’s side.
Mr. Jun and the child were already asleep. Jun Mochan tiptoed upstairs, gently pushed open the door to the nursery, and saw the peacefully sleeping child. His lips curved into a faint smile.
He walked into the bedroom, switched on the light, and saw the wedding photo hanging opposite him. The softness in his expression deepened: "Ranran, turn on the video call."
Hearing the completely unfamiliar term of address, Ye Ranran surprisingly did not reject it. In fact, she liked how he called her that.
She initiated the video call. When the screen showed the image of the wedding photo, her eyes filled with mist, her vision grew blurry, yet she clearly saw the happiness on the woman’s face.
The arched brows and eyes could not conceal the bliss within. The white wedding gown intertwined with the black suit formed a perfect match of colors. The wind lifted the hem of the gown and her dark hair. The two leaned against each other, her black hair cascading down, tangling around the man’s hand.
And his fingers intertwined tightly with hers, their palms pressed together.
She suddenly recalled the warmth of his hand covering hers—not cold, not hot—a temperature lingering unforgettable.
"Ranran?" After a long while without hearing her response, Jun Mochan called out with some concern.
"Jun Mochan, why do I look so different from before?"
She finally asked.
"Your face... was destroyed by someone. They could only give you a new one." He spoke exceptionally slowly, his tone heavy with sorrow.
Song Yue—he dealt with her on the spot, throwing her into a shark pit to be devoured, leaving no trace of her remains.
He vented his hatred with such cruelty.
But it did not compare to the longing.
Yet no amount of longing could bring her back.
Those days were the darkest of his life, days he least wanted to recall.
"Jun Mochan, I think I might believe you a little. But I need more reasons to walk this path with you, and I want to protect my parents and my older brother."
Everyone bears responsibilities on their shoulders—even if she wasn’t Wen Cai, their care for her was genuine.
If they didn’t mind, she was willing to continue being their daughter.
"I understand. I have only one demand—that in the end, your choice must be me." Everything else, he could agree to.
If fulfilling her heart’s longing meant seeing that person, he was willing to help her accomplish it.
"I promise you, Fu Rong and I are impossible now." After she said that, she chuckled: "Look at me being presumptuous again. There was never a possibility between us."
Even without Jun Mochan, she had already decided to let him go. Now, it was just one more reason.