CHAPTER 1460: CHAPTER 1383: SHE COULD CONSIDER IT

She truly has become more independent and mature compared to two years ago. She handles the media with composure, and she can perfectly answer even the trickiest questions.

As for the questions she doesn’t want to answer, she can dismiss them effortlessly.

After finishing her responses to the reporters, Ye Ranran headed toward the hospital.

At the entrance, layers upon layers of armed police stood guard. Unless you were directly involved, entry was strictly prohibited.

However, Ye Ranran clearly didn’t face any such obstacles. As soon as she approached the entrance, those men promptly made way for her.

Once inside, she encountered Fu Er.

He cornered Ye Ranran against the wall, but she simply looked up at him with a sly smile: "What’s Second Young Master planning to do this time?"

"Xiao Cai is quite the sweetheart. How about coming with me instead? I’ll definitely treat you better than Third Brother will." Fu Er spoke with a careless swagger.

He propped his hands on the wall, effectively trapping Ye Ranran in the corner. The closer he leaned toward her, the more palpable his imposing aura became.

"Well, I’m really grateful that Second Young Master thinks so highly of me. As long as you can convince him to transfer me to your department, I’m more than willing to go." Ye Ranran’s smile remained unwavering.

"It doesn’t require his consent—just yours is enough." He inched even closer toward her. "As long as you come to me, everything I have will be yours, including myself."

Ye Ranran’s gaze discreetly lowered for a split second. Internally, she scoffed – what good was a shared cucumber? She certainly didn’t need it.

"Didn’t Second Young Master just say earlier that I belong to him? If I’m going to leave, of course he’ll need to be notified first, right? Since you’re so enamored with me, surely you wouldn’t mind helping me escape my misery, would you?" Ye Ranran blinked at him flirtatiously, silently casting her charm.

The saying "speak as the situation commands" fits everywhere perfectly.

In modern society, blatant violence appears uncivilized. Skilled combat is always silent and subtle.

Fu Er realized this woman was truly formidable. Her words were utterly watertight.

"Do you like me then? What I want is your genuine willingness." He stuck to his tactic, trying to ensnare Ye Ranran further.

Ye Ranran studied him for a moment, placed a finger against her lips in mock contemplation, then shook her head: "I don’t like you. Isn’t it you who likes me? If you like me so much—so much that you’re willing to snatch me away from someone else—then I might consider liking you back a little."

"Alright, I’ll give it a shot." Fu Er finally let her go. "But Third Brother’s current situation doesn’t look good. Why don’t you consider coming to me on your own? If you wait too long, I might have second thoughts about accepting you."

Switched from seduction to threat?

This kind of tactic was one she’d seen far too often. She remained completely unmoved: "My earlier words will always remain unchanged. After all, I’m quite a loyal person."

"If Second Young Master doesn’t have anything else, I’ll be leaving now. My boss is still waiting for me. Besides, if we—just a man and a woman—stay here for too long and rumors start flying around, then Second Young Master might just have to marry me!" Ye Ranran waved him off breezily and walked away without a care.

Marry her? Fu Er shuddered. This woman was no easy character. If he really married her and treated her poorly, he could already imagine himself being skinned alive.

He seemed to foresee a future filled with endless mental sparring battles between the two of them.

Chills ran down his spine. This was worse than any nightmare.

A man’s expectations, really—at home, he hopes for a wife who’s gentle and docile; in public, he dreams of someone poised and elegant; plus, he’d like a close confidante who could conquer the world on his behalf if necessary.