The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me

Chapter 1483: Chapter 1406: Feeling Inferior?

Listening to her calm and steady voice, he felt somewhat reassured: “Ranran, make sure to stay safe.”

Now that she was at the center of power, suddenly withdrawing was bound to implicate others, which was why she said what she did earlier.

What she considered was all about those external matters, but what he had been thinking about, from beginning to end, was only her.

If the virus in her body were completely eradicated, he reckoned he wouldn’t be so magnanimous about letting her go.

Two years of longing had nearly tormented him to insanity. If possible, he didn’t want her to leave his side even for one step.

“It’s late, so get some rest. Call me after you’re done, and be careful.” He carefully reminded her.

His voice, like a stream of warmth, flowed into her heart. She thought, if this man wasn’t lying, following him might really bring her happiness, right?

That night, Ye Ranran slept soundly, no longer plagued by chaotic and nonsensical dreams. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel[f]ire.net

After breakfast, she drove to find Sun Yi.

She didn’t live in this area, and naturally didn’t have a house here, so she stayed directly at a hotel.

Sun Yi hadn’t gotten up yet, so Ye Ranran waited in the living room.

Behind the living room was a swimming pool. The sunlight danced on the surface of the water, rendering it a vivid blue, ripples spreading out in circles under the gentle breeze.

With excellent poise, she sat upright. Even as she surveyed her surroundings, she only scanned them lightly with the corners of her eyes.

Sun Yi appeared wearing a strappy nightdress. The smooth silk clung to her skin, and the hem swayed with her steps.

That lightweight nightdress did nothing to conceal her graceful figure—her perfect proportions, snow-white complexion—all enough to make any man’s blood race.

Sun Yi sat down right across from Ye Ranran, legs crossed, one hand resting on the sofa behind Ye Ranran. She raised her brows at her teasingly: “So? Feeling inferior?”

She was much taller than Ye Ranran—at 175 centimeters, her natural model-like build made her a perfect clothes hanger.

Ye Ranran, standing at 165 centimeters, naturally couldn’t compare. Slimmer than Sun Yi, she wasn’t as well-proportioned. While she’d always considered herself not bad, placed next to Sun Yi, she truly resembled nothing more than a bean sprout.

Ye Ranran didn’t get angry, instead finding Sun Yi’s behavior a bit childish: “Miss Sun, I’m a woman.”

Sun Yi stared at her in confusion, not understanding what she meant.

“What you have, I also have. No reason to feel envious looking at you.” Ye Ranran straightened her chest slightly.

Sun Yi’s gaze swept over her chest: “Can you compare to me?”

Ye Ranran’s lips twitched: “Miss Sun, have you ever heard a certain saying?”

Unaware of the trap set for her, Sun Yi automatically stepped into it: “What saying?”

With her lips slightly parted, Ye Ranran lazily enunciated four words: “Big breasts, no brains.”

Sun Yi’s expression shifted several times, eventually settling into a deep shade of displeasure: “You…”

“Don’t be mad, I’m complimenting your beauty,” Ye Ranran continued talking nonsense, her gaze at Sun Yi’s chest full of envy.

Such a deep cleavage—she used to have that once too. But ever since taking a bullet, her health had deteriorated, and she had lost much of her figure.

When a woman gets thinner, the first place that “shrinks” is those few ounces of flesh on her chest.

What a sorrowful thought, truly.

Under Ye Ranran’s gaze, Sun Yi’s vanity was greatly satisfied; she opted not to argue further.

“Why did you come to find me?”

Ye Ranran’s fondness for Sun Yi grew a bit. The woman wasn’t inherently bad; she’d just been spoiled and was a little bratty.