Chapter 1468: Chapter 1391: No Need to Report

In an instant, the awkwardness in her heart vanished.

“You really have thick skin.” She instinctively picked up the cup on the table and scalded it with hot water.

“I’m just stating a fact. Would you say otherwise?”

It was true, but did he really have to say it so bluntly?

After scalding her own bowl and chopsticks, Ye Ranran picked up Jun Mochan’s and carefully repeated the process for him, then arranged them neatly for him.

“Thank you.”

“It’s what I should do.”

She made him get hurt, so naturally, she ought to take care of him.

Jun Mochan didn’t refute. What she said was one thing, but what he thought was another: she was his wife, so thanking her wasn’t necessary.

The dishes were served quickly. They ordered three dishes and one soup—one meat dish, one vegetable dish, and a nutritious soup—just right.

After eating, Ye Ranran took out her phone. Seeing over a dozen missed calls on it, her brows furrowed slightly.

Noticing her subtle expression, Jun Mochan asked, “Do you have something urgent?”

“No.” She put the phone back in her bag. “Finish eating first. Once done, I’ll take you back.”

Even if she seemed calm, Jun Mochan still knew she had something going on. Presumably, Fu Rong had been calling her repeatedly.

Though he was extremely reluctant to let her leave, his movements quickened unconsciously.

His injury was on his right hand, and as he struggled to eat using his left, his impatience caused him to fumble several times.

She said, “Eat slowly, it’s okay.”

She was too embarrassed to feed him, so she patiently waited instead.

“If you have urgent matters, you can leave first. I’ll take a cab back later.”

“No, I’ll send you back first.” Her matters were indeed urgent, but since she brought him out, it was only proper to ensure he returned.

Jun Mochan’s expression remained calm, though a flicker of delight emerged in his gaze.

One hour later, Ye Ranran dropped Jun Mochan off at the hotel and watched him walk in before finally taking out her phone.

There were now over thirty missed calls—all from Fu Rong.

“Where have you been?” As soon as the call connected, a frosty voice came from the other end, like chilled water poured into a boiling pot, immediately dousing the blazing heat.

“Sir, is there something you need?” She deflected the question, her tone as aloof as if addressing a mere superior.

Not getting the answer he wanted, Fu Rong’s anger became increasingly clear. “I’m asking you—where exactly did you go?”

“At home, of course.” Sitting in her car, Ye Ranran avoided starting the engine to prevent being exposed.

“I’m at your house right now.” The voice on the other end was almost roaring.

Ye Ranran found some amusement in her ability to drive someone like him into such fury.

“Do I need to report my whereabouts to you?” Hearing he was at her home, she decided to let the situation unravel further.

If he never cared for what she said, why should she care for him?

“We have a meeting at eight o’clock. Have you checked what time it is now?” He had arrived at six-thirty, thinking they could have dinner together.

Afterward, they could head to the meeting. During turbulent times, frequent interactions were necessary for building connections and securing trust.

Meetings, visits, banquets—they were all indispensable.

However, the nature of these activities varied between overt and covert purposes.

Nighttime ones were naturally the covert type, which was why the meeting location was a villa under Fu Rong’s name.

“You didn’t notify me, though. And anyway, aren’t you still at my house?” Ye Ranran started the car engine.

Since he said there was a meeting, surely the notification had gone out—yet it was already eight o’clock.