The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me

He won’t have it easy either.

This man’s mind is truly deep; Ye Ranran shook her head: "Even if you manage to sit in that position, you won’t be able to hold it steady."

The governor has served three consecutive terms, his influence sprawling far and wide. Uprooting him completely won’t be easy.

That’s why so many people opt for a strategy of bringing him onside. When dealing with such entrenched local powers, even if you intend to eliminate them, careful planning is essential.

Otherwise, it’s highly likely to capsize in the ditch.

"This is nothing for you to worry about. What did he say to you?" Fu Rong lit a cigarette.

The smell of smoke drifted into Ye Ranran’s nose, provoking a violent cough.

Fu Rong hurriedly extinguished the cigarette: "Sorry, I forgot you’re allergic to this smell."

Ever since her health declined, she became strict about her diet and couldn’t tolerate strong odors anymore; such stimuli would make her heart uncomfortable.

Ye Ranran lifted the corners of her lips, forcing out a smile: "It’s fine, I don’t mind."

In her memory, this was the first time he had ever apologized to her. Those simple words wouldn’t make her overthink their significance.

"He asked me to cooperate with him and give him your speech draft." As Fu Rong turned his gaze on her once more, Ye Ranran looked out the window.

The streetlights’ glow reflected off the car roof, scattering fragmented light patterns that fell unevenly on her face. The shifting glow illuminated her faint smile but obscured the glint in her eyes.

"I agreed." Before he could ask, she volunteered the admission.

In the darkness, the sound of cracking knuckles echoed, followed by Fu Rong’s sharp voice piercing through: "Wen Cai."

He uttered the name slowly, word by word, as if they bore a deep-seated grudge.

"What? You’re worried about me?" She turned to look at him, her refined features perfectly outlined, blooming softly under the muted light like a delicate flower.

"Yes." He forced the word through clenched teeth, as though admitting it was an enormous humiliation.

Ye Ranran’s brows lifted slightly, her smile spreading quickly to the corners of her mouth: "How long would that last?"

"You... what do you mean?"

"Your concern, of course. I’m afraid the moment we leave the car, you’ll forget what you just said."

"You don’t trust me?" His piercing, depthless stare locked onto her; like an eagle, ready to rip her apart at the smallest slip of words.

Should she trust him? He had just returned from another woman’s side, and now he was asking her to believe him?

"It doesn’t matter. What matters is I’ve already promised him. Don’t worry, I’ve planned it all out. When the time comes, I’ll give him the draft." Truths mixed with lies are the hardest to decipher.

All truth wouldn’t work, all lies wouldn’t either.

A blend of truth and fiction—that was perfect.

"You think he’s really that stupid?"

"Either way, I’ve given him what he wanted. Whether he believes it or not is up to him." But she bet he’d believe at least half of it.

"I’m worried he’ll make a move on you first." Once Fu Rong gives that speech, he’ll be exposed. Did she really think her eldest brother would spare her?

She was dreaming.

"You don’t need to worry about that. I can take care of myself."

On the day of the speech, she would leave.

Everything would fade like passing clouds, and by then, she would have a new identity.

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"But since we’re on this topic, there’s something I’d like to ask of you." Her tone turned serious.

Fu Rong stared at her unblinkingly, waiting for her to continue.

"If you rise to power, I hope you’ll ensure my parents and elder brother are safe."