CHAPTER 1457: CHAPTER 1380: THE RUSE OF SELF-INJURY

Actually, as soon as Ye Ranran dialed the number, she regretted it. Was she being too impulsive?

"Is something wrong?" Jun Mochan’s tone was gentle, but there was a hint of cautiousness in it.

He was afraid of scaring her.

"The flowers you bought last time, I took them home. They’ve all withered over these days. Should I get you another bouquet?" In the heat of the moment, Ye Ranran came up with an excuse.

A cold wave of reality poured over Jun Mochan like a basin of icy water. The smile on his face nearly vanished: "You called just to tell me that?"

"Also... could you accompany me somewhere?" Summoning her courage, Ye Ranran finally said it.

She figured that since she had dialed already, asking wouldn’t hurt.

"Sure. I’ll come find you now." Jun Mochan immediately stood up.

His straightforward response left Ye Ranran unsure of what to say. After a while, she murmured, "Thank you."

She stood by the door waiting for Jun Mochan. From afar, he spotted her silhouette. She looked slightly plumper than before—likely due to her recovery from the virus.

Without the torment of illness, her complexion naturally appeared much healthier.

"Why are we going there?" Hearing the address Ye Ranran mentioned, Jun Mochan frowned.

It wasn’t a good place.

"To buy something," Ye Ranran wasn’t willing to elaborate.

Jun Mochan didn’t press further. For major issues, he needed to know. For minor things in daily life, he couldn’t interfere right now.

Though that might change soon.

As it turned out, Ye Ranran was quite prescient.

After buying a necklace and stepping out, Ye Ranran encountered an enemy at the alley entrance.

She immediately hid behind Jun Mochan. "Can you take him down? If you can’t, we should just run."

Jun Mochan chuckled, "Why not just run right away?"

"I can’t run fast. You’d likely have to carry me." Her heart condition made it hard to handle such situations—reason enough for needing someone by her side.

If nothing happened, it was fine. But if trouble arose, she wouldn’t have much luck. Even Tang Sheng probably couldn’t save her a second time.

Jun Mochan’s hand reached for the gun, and as he pulled it out, he hesitated.

Ye Ranran wouldn’t mind, but what about Wen Cai?

Wen Cai probably would.

So Jun Mochan chose hand-to-hand combat instead. The enemy’s dagger stabbed into his arm.

Ye Ranran dashed into a nearby shop, grabbed a vase, and attacked from behind.

As she gasped for breath, Jun Mochan hoisted her onto his back. "Let’s go."

It wasn’t until they exited the alley that she managed to catch her breath. "Your arm is injured."

"It’s nothing." Jun Mochan ran steadily, quickly placing Ye Ranran into the car and getting in himself.

Ye Ranran glanced back; someone was chasing them. She didn’t urge him, though. Instead, she immediately fastened her seatbelt.

Jun Mochan stepped on the gas, and the car shot forward like a wild horse.

The pursuers reached the street.

Jun Mochan turned the car around, and as they appeared, he charged straight at them.

Two slower ones had their legs crushed.

Ye Ranran stared in shock—he was indeed ruthless.

"Let’s deal with your wound first." Once there was no one behind them, Ye Ranran said.

"Alright." Jun Mochan lowered the speed slightly, though still a bit over the limit.

Watching blood continuously flow from his arm, Ye Ranran grew uneasy. "Let me drive instead?"

"We’re almost there. Don’t worry, I’m fine." He comforted her.

Anxious but at a loss for words, she zoned out until they arrived at the hotel.

Seeing Jun Mochan about to get out, Ye Ranran called out to him.

She took off her jacket and covered his wounded arm. "Don’t let anyone see. It’ll cause trouble otherwise."