Chapter 1499 - 1421: Fussing
"Did Fu Rong ask you just now? Have you decided how you’ll respond?"
Ye Ranran hadn’t figured it out yet when her phone started ringing—and it was Fu Rong calling.
"Where are you?"
"I’m home." Ye Ranran quickly caught on and replied with calmness and steady composure.
Shen Yuzhe glanced at her in admiration. Her ability to react was truly top-notch.
"You’ve learned to lie, haven’t you? Let me ask you again—where exactly are you right now?" An agitated voice came from the other end.
He knew she wasn’t home? How did he know? Was he spying on her?
In an instant, a multitude of thoughts flooded Ye Ranran’s mind.
"The car broke down, so I switched to another one." Ye Ranran told another lie.
"How’s everything now? Are you okay?"
"I’m fine—it’ll just take me a bit longer to get back."
"Alright."
The line went silent after that, and soon the call was disconnected.
During this time, Shen Yuzhe had already sent the hypnotist away, leaving only the two of them in the living room.
"We’ll discuss everything later—you need to leave now. I think Fu Rong will come here soon," Shen Yuzhe urged her.
"Alright, I’ll change back into my clothes first." Ye Ranran put on her damp clothes again.
"I’ll drive my car to the side of the road, and you help me break it down," Ye Ranran said, meticulous to ensure nothing went wrong.
"Got it."
Shen Yuzhe urged her again, "Hurry up and leave once you’re ready."
For reasons unknown, Ye Ranran had a fleeting sense of adultery.
No—this was definitely just a delusion of hers. She and this man had nothing between them.
She didn’t dare call a driver to pick her up, so she used a ride-hailing app to book a car. By the time she went downstairs, the car was already there.
After giving the driver her home address, Ye Ranran settled in her seat.
As soon as she returned home, Fu Rong showed up.
Seeing him, Ye Ranran felt a bit guilty. "Why are you here?"
"I was worried about you, so I came over. What took you so long?" He moved aside her damp hair.
To make it seem convincing, Ye Ranran moistened her almost-dry hair even more.
The rain outside had lessened considerably but hadn’t completely stopped yet. Having spent the journey in damp clothes and exposed to the cold wind, Ye Ranran sneezed. "Let me change my clothes first, and then I’ll talk to you."
"Okay, go ahead."
After closing the door, Ye Ranran placed her hand over her chest, feeling her heart racing—but she didn’t feel relieved at all.
Many questions swirled in her mind—but now wasn’t the time to ask them.
This version of Fu Rong made her sense danger.
She changed into a blue shirt and a black skirt, drying her hair with a towel before heading downstairs.
To her surprise, Fu Rong was still sitting there. Hesitantly, she asked, "Were you waiting for me?"
"Naturally, I was waiting for you." The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if exasperated. "I had the kitchen make some ginger tea—you should drink some."
This man truly treated her home as if it were his own.
"Got it. You should leave first—I’ll head back shortly."
After all this fuss, it was already three o’clock. By the time she got back, the workday would basically be over. But she couldn’t say she wouldn’t return—since this man had specifically come to urge her.
"Did you misunderstand something? I’m only worried about you." Fu Rong pointed out her little tricks.
"Well, thank you for that. I’m fine now—you can leave."
"You weren’t like this before," Fu Rong said, slightly stung.
"That was back when I liked you. Now..."
"Now what?" He pressed, relentless.