Chapter 1462: Chapter 1385: Surpassing

If accidentally offended or bumped into, one wouldn’t even need a trial but would be imprisoned directly.

Fu Rong rarely agreed to a five-minute interview. In front of the camera, his face remained expressionless.

As soon as the five minutes were up, he left immediately.

Before leaving, he glanced back at Ye Ranran, as if worried she might get surrounded.

She followed him, neither too far nor too close, her gaze fixed straight ahead, her expression tranquil and devoid of anything. Even when her gaze met his, she remained calm and unruffled.

Fu Rong admitted that she was more composed than Wen Cai had been before, though their temperaments were equally matched.

Indeed, if the discrepancy were too great, others would have noticed long ago.

Fortunately, the news of Wen Cai’s death had not been released at the time, and when she was taken to the hospital, her face was indeed covered in blood.

Everything aligned perfectly, so naturally, no one suspected anything.

If nothing unexpected happens, she will live her life as Wen Cai forever.

No, there absolutely cannot be any accidents. He had done so much—how could he allow any mishaps?

When Ye Ranran was about to get into the car he had prepared, Fu Rong called out to her: “Come sit here.”

Ye Ranran thought he had something to instruct her about and didn’t give it much thought: “Wait a second.”

She opened the car door and took out a jewelry box from the back seat.

Fu Rong had already seated himself when she walked over.

Ye Ranran hesitated for a moment before opening the car door and getting in.

“What’s wrong? You’re unwilling to sit next to me now? You used to find any excuse to lean closer to me.” The former Ye Ranran—or more precisely, Wen Cai.

The Wen Cai of the past used to seize every opportunity to linger around him. If no opportunities presented themselves, she’d create them to get closer.

That was why she became his secretary—to take advantage of proximity and get ahead.

But alas, that moon was in the sky, and no matter how tall a ladder she brought or how closely she followed him, she could never reach it.

“I was young and impulsive back then. Since you were indifferent and I have no feelings now, why bring it up?” Ye Ranran’s tone was calm, devoid of any fluctuations: “Here’s the bracelet you wanted. Bring it to Miss Sun tomorrow. I went to considerable effort to find it.”

She deliberately emphasized the latter part of her sentence.

“Are you trying to take credit?”

“No, I just thought saying that would make her happy. After all, if she’s happy, your opponent feels unhappy.”

Since they’re rivals in love, it’s natural to begrudge each other’s happiness.

“Is this a complaint?”

Ye Ranran froze, then mulled it over before replying: “Actually, no. It’s just a reflex, a habit of making suggestions as a secretary. But thinking about it now, I overstepped. My apologies.”

Fu Rong’s icy expression finally shattered, revealing something sharp and menacing beneath: “Do you insist on provoking me to feel satisfied?”

Ye Ranran didn’t want to argue with him anymore. In this cramped car, he was a man and she was a woman. If a quarrel broke out, she would definitely not come out ahead.

She quickly did the mental calculation in her mind, and after reaching her conclusion, she promptly lowered her head submissively: “I’m sorry?”

“What are you apologizing for?” He tilted her chin up, forcing her to face him.

Ye Ranran didn’t know how to respond—she turned her face away.

She couldn’t understand his intentions. If he was indifferent, why push her so relentlessly?

Oh, perhaps it was his ingrained sense of male entitlement. When something he considers his own unexpectedly loses interest in him, he can’t help but feel the sting of rejection.

“Speak.” His tone was laced with command.