Chapter 1459: Chapter 1382: Tempest

Jun Mochan, he still underestimated him. It seems a meeting with him is necessary.

At the same time, the two elders of the Wen Family also received the identification report, along with Wen Li.

Looking at the document, Wen Li was shocked.

Before he could compose himself, a bigger storm hit.

“Sorry, I have an urgent matter to attend to. I’ll cover this meal.” He tried his best to suppress his pace and left calmly.

Fu Rong was about to dial Jun Mochan’s number, but the phone rang first.

As Fu Rong’s chief secretary, it was naturally her duty to inform him of such matters, or she would be negligent.

“The president was assassinated and died. The second and third young masters are rushing over to the Royal Hospital,” Ye Ranran quickly recounted the events.

“I’ll head over right away. You should go there as well, but don’t worry about rushing,” Fu Rong immediately said.

“Alright, but we’ve already lost the initiative. I’ll contact the major media outlets to release the news and also discuss the follow-up policies and such.” Calming public sentiment is quite important now.

Such matters were originally handled by Fu Rong, but now that the second and third young masters have gone over, they might take action first.

“Okay, have the media wait at the hospital entrance. Hurry over there,” Fu Rong said.

“Understood.”

Ye Ranran hung up the phone.

Her hands were still trembling. It was her first time facing such a significant event; it’s not true to say she wasn’t panicking at all.

But she couldn’t panic, because there were still many things to follow up on. Although there were conflicts between her and Fu Rong now, she had to do her job.

She knew what needed to be done.

Personal grudges remained personal grudges.

She could still differentiate between public and private matters.

As the car approached the hospital, Ye Ranran saw reporters gathered in front of the hospital, one layer inside, two layers outside, with many paparazzi nearby.

The scene was absolutely grand and luxurious.

She parked the car, took a deep breath, adjusted her expression, and pushed the car door open to step out.

As soon as she got out, reporters surrounded her.

She stood in the middle of the flashing lights, her expression solemn, yet without any arrogance, exuding a gentle and serene demeanor.

There were no bodyguards by her side. She just stood quietly in the crowd with an inherent sense of authority.

The noisy crowd gradually quieted down.

“I am the Secretary-General of the Executive Office, Wen Cai. I am here to represent the Executive Office for this interview. If you have any questions or want to know anything, I will provide you with unified answers.” Her voice was somewhat hoarse, perhaps because of sadness.

Jun Mochan watched her on TV. Two years had passed, and she had become increasingly strong, with a determined look in her eyes.

Zhou Xian and Chu Ji also watched on the computer.

Tomorrow is the day they were supposed to return home, and they were still uneasy about Jun Mochan staying here alone.

However, there was only the old man to hold the fort at home, so he might not be at ease.

Anyway, they were all on this side, so they should go back.

“Young master, by doing this, you’re only making things difficult for Ranran,” Chu Ji spoke.

Fu Rong wasn’t having it easy, so how could her days be any better?

“It’s okay, she can handle it. Even if she falls, I’ll catch her.” So there’s nothing to fear, make as much commotion as you like.

They somehow felt there was a hint of schadenfreude in Jun Mochan’s words, though it might have been an illusion.

Born from love into hatred? Zhou Xian’s expression was strange.

Jealousy, perhaps. Chu Ji speculated.

In response to their interaction, Jun Mochan seemed oblivious, his gaze fixed on Ye Ranran on the television.