Chapter 1569: 1992: Apology
Chapter 1569: Chapter 1992: Apology
If she leaves, the school will lose a cash cow.
“Jun Yurui’s mom — it’s just three words, is it so hard to say?” The teacher stomped her foot in frustration.
“You just said it’s only three words, why doesn’t she say them first?” Ye Ranran retorted defiantly.
“Alright, alright, alright, if you won’t apologize, get out.” The teacher finally snapped.
“For that remark, you need to apologize to me.” Ye Ranran was truly angry: “As a teacher, failing to distinguish right from wrong, speaking out without knowing the causes, how can you set an example? I’m afraid you’ll corrupt my child if I leave him to you.”
“Quick with words, your child is beyond my teaching capabilities, you should teach them yourself.”
“I’m giving you a chance—take back what you said, while you still can.” Ye Ranran reminded her.
She was genuinely kind; if they were willing to take a step back, so was she. It wasn’t a deep-seated hatred, how could it not be resolved?
As a mother, Ye Ranran felt much softer. She always hoped to act with kindness and foster good relationships.
Unfortunately, her goodwill had been completely wasted.
“If you don’t want to drop out, apologize. Otherwise, stop wasting time and get out.” The teacher fought hard not to offend the Wu family.
Ye Ranran sneered: “Remember what you said, don’t regret it.”
She took out her phone and called Jun Mochan.
“Ranran?”
“Someone is bullying your wife and child, demanding an apology from me. You handle it.” Ye Ranran hung up the phone.
“My husband is here, he’ll deal with this.” Ye Ranran said.
“Wow, she called her husband because she herself wouldn’t apologize? Is she getting him to bow his head?” The woman mocked sarcastically.
Ye Ranran looked at her as if she were an ant: “I don’t care to speak with you.”
“You…” she glimpsed a book on the table and instinctively threw it at Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran turned her face, the book grazing past her ear, turning its edge completely red.
Ye Ranran’s skin was delicate, like porcelain. She often had unexplained bruises and the book scraping so fiercely naturally left a mark.
She held her ear, gasping from the cold sensation.
“Mommy, are you alright?” Jun Xiaobao asked worriedly, looking at her.
Ye Ranran gauged that the woman was strong-built, and probably not someone she could easily challenge, so she refrained.
“It’s fine, don’t worry.” Ye Ranran shook her head.
Just then, Jun Mochan entered with several others; soldiers wielding guns burst inside, causing chaos among those present.
Jun Mochan stepped in, dressed in a black suit, walking in a composed and dazzling manner, with unmatched grace and flair.
He approached Ye Ranran, and wrapped his large hand around her waist: “Everything was fine, who upset my wife?”
Ye Ranran pointed at the person in front: “She said your son has no parents, what do you think?”
“No parents? Raised by heaven and earth, perhaps? I haven’t seen that; seems like an uncommon case, have you?” Jun Mochan’s lips curved slightly, smiling with ease, yet his face showed no trace of humor.
Jun Mochan usually kept a low profile, but occasionally needed to attend meetings and appear on camera, so everyone recognized him.
Besides, his captivating looks were well known; even knowing he was long married, many still fantasized about him.
Someone frequently seen on TV, unexpectedly appeared in real life one day.
“Madam, why don’t you tell me, what makes you think my son has no parents? Hmm?” His final tone rose slightly, sounding affectionate, yet it left nothing but profound despair in the listener’s ear.