The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me

This misunderstanding is huge, but it must not exist.

"Jun Mochan, if I remember correctly, you’re thirty this year, right?"

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"Hm?" Why bring this up for no apparent reason?

"Then how do you usually handle it?"

Jun Mochan: "...Ye Ranran!"

A dangerous smile tugged at his lips: "I’ll tell you slowly how I handle it when you come back."

For some unknown reason, Ye Ranran felt a hint of danger and hurriedly hung up the phone.

Pulling herself together, she started drafting a speech. The one she submitted earlier had been rejected by Fu Rong.

She had to rewrite it.

It had been a long time since she’d written something like this, and she was extremely out of practice. Truth be told, she wasn’t very skilled at this sort of thing in the first place.

She had considered outsourcing it to someone else, but Fu Rong insisted that she do it herself.

She strongly suspected he was abusing his authority for personal revenge.

By the time she finished writing, it was already late at night. Ye Ranran sent the draft over and, lying in bed, thought about carving out some time tomorrow to find that person.

But the next day, Sun Yi came looking for her.

Sun Yi gave her a once-over: "I’ve long heard that Secretary Wen is a master of manipulation. Seeing you now, it truly lives up to the reputation."

Ye Ranran felt confused: "If you have something to say, just say it. Don’t talk in circles with that passive-aggressive tone; I still have work to do."

She wanted to wrap things up quickly so she could take a breather.

Last night was a late one, and now her eyes couldn’t even fully open.

Of course, with how busy things had been lately, there was no way she could afford much sleep.

"He broke up with me." Sun Yi sobbed, "It has to be something you told him last night."

In the middle of the night, he told her the collaboration was canceled. No matter how much she pleaded, he wouldn’t take back his words.

At such a critical moment, he had given up on her, leaving her with the clear intuition that he must have lost his mind.

But a woman’s intuition whispered to her: this must have something to do with Ye Ranran.

"I didn’t say anything to him." Ye Ranran found it amusing, her face subtly showing slight impatience: "Besides, I really don’t think I have the power to say something and make him obey."

If she truly had that kind of ability, would she still only be a secretary now? She’d have already become Mrs. Fu.

So Sun Yi shouldn’t overestimate her.

"You do. Don’t pretend you don’t know—he likes you."

Ye Ranran’s black-and-white eyes glimmered with humor: "That’s the funniest joke I’ve heard all year. If he really liked me, do you think you’d even stand a chance to intervene? Would I give you that chance?"

Um... Sun Yi thought for a moment: "Maybe he wanted to use me to get under your skin."

"The problem is, I’m not even with him, and I don’t know anything about this whole situation, so what do you want from me? If you want me to put in a good word for you, I’ll go right away—but let’s call it you owing me one, alright?"

At this point, Ye Ranran was comfortable with leveraging Fu Rong as a favor. Since she had made up her mind, doing such things no longer felt burdensome.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like him anymore—it was that she had truly started to let go.

Sun Yi’s eyes scrutinized her, her sharp gaze as if trying to peer into Ye Ranran’s soul: "You’re really willing?"

"As long as you’re willing to owe me a favor, I’ll go."

"You better not be playing tricks." Sun Yi, still hesitant, couldn’t quite trust her.

Everyone had warned her that Wen Cai was manipulative, full of schemes, and that she should beware. So what was this now?

Was Ye Ranran joining forces with Fu Rong to mess with her?

Ye Ranran’s lips curled into a smile, her dark eyes flickering with an enigmatic light: "If you don’t believe me, then forget it. But I really need to get to work now—we can talk later if there’s time."