CHAPTER 1458: CHAPTER 1381: HER GUILT

"Thank you." Jun Mochan instinctively reached out to rub her head.

As soon as his hand stretched out, he realized it was inappropriate and awkwardly pulled it back.

In the hotel, Jun Mochan followed Shen Yuzhe to attend to his wound, while Ye Ranran sat anxiously on the sofa, waiting.

"That move of yours worked pretty well. A ’self-sacrifice’ strategy, huh? I bet she’ll trust you more now." Shen Yuzhe remarked while disinfecting the wound.

Shen Yuzhe hadn’t seen Jun Mochan’s skills personally, but in all these years, he’d never witnessed him get hurt. It must’ve been deliberate.

Getting injured isn’t that easy for him—unless he intended it to happen.

"These past few days, I’ve been combing through tons of information. Do you think she might have been hypnotized?" Ye Ranran’s inability to recall even a fragment of her past had troubled him for quite some time, forcing him to dive into countless books.

Finally, he found something.

"It’s not impossible. I’ve been looking into that same subject recently. But taking that route carries too much risk; our best option is to guide her gently to remember. Even a sliver would be better—better than nothing at all."

"However, if that’s the case, it might be better to wait a while longer. Let her trust you even more before attempting hypnosis." People are only susceptible to hypnosis when their guard is down, or when they’re emotionally vulnerable.

Otherwise, there’s no way to proceed.

Jun Mochan understood this very well. Although he was eager, he knew tackling Ye Ranran directly wasn’t the smartest approach.

He’d already started dealing with the people around her. He believed progress would come soon enough.

"Bang." A sudden noise came from outside the living room.

Jun Mochan immediately shoved Shen Yuzhe aside and surged out the door.

The glass in Ye Ranran’s hand slipped to the ground, shattering into pieces that littered the floor.

Jun Mochan glanced at her a few times and, after confirming that she wasn’t hurt, finally felt relieved.

"What happened? Did something go wrong?"

Something indeed had gone wrong—something big. The president was assassinated and killed. Isn’t that major enough?

"If you have urgent business, you can leave first."

She fidgeted uneasily, then finally said after a moment, "I actually have something pressing I need to attend to. I’ll come see you tomorrow."

She needed to head out immediately. The political landscape was starting to spiral into chaos.

Everything caught people off guard. Whoever seized the upper hand now would dominate the situation.

"I’m fine. Your matters are more important." Jun Mochan’s tone was still as gentle as ever, devoid of any trace of reproach.

This made Ye Ranran feel even more ashamed.

Watching her guilt-ridden expression as she left, Shen Yuzhe finally broke the silence, "Alright, next time you ask her out, she definitely won’t have the heart to refuse you."

Jun Mochan shot him a frosty glance, which promptly shut Shen Yuzhe up.

Ye Ranran hadn’t been gone for long when Chu Ji and Zhou Xian emerged from another room.

Jun Mochan was in high spirits and couldn’t resist teasing the two of them, "Two single guys hanging out—getting cozy together?"

Zhou Xian’s face twisted into an expression like he’d just swallowed a fly. "I’m into women, thanks."

"Stop joking around. Something serious really happened." Chu Ji, looking a little worried, warned, "If we’re discovered, we’re screwed."

He hadn’t even gotten married yet. His aging mother at home still needed his care—he couldn’t afford to have anything happen.

"Relax, don’t panic. One’s back now, so there won’t be any issues." Zhou Xian slung an arm around Chu Ji’s shoulder.

"But you—what’s your next move?" Zhou Xian turned to Jun Mochan.

"That depends on what Fu Rong intends to do next." That appraisal report—surely by now, it had reached Fu Rong’s hands?

Jun Mochan’s guess was spot on. The report had indeed landed in Fu Rong’s possession, and as she stared at the conclusive results written inside, her expression turned ashen.