Chapter 1531: Chapter 1553: Getting Along Well

She’s bisexual? And the woman in front of her is a lesbian?

Ye Ranran couldn’t help but shiver.

She shouldn’t have such a twisted fetish, right?

“Ranran.” The woman suddenly hugged her.

Ye Ranran was at a loss, frantically winking at One to signal him to pull the other woman away. One turned his head, pretending not to see.

The woman was holding her too tightly. Ye Ranran was a little overwhelmed. She tried to push her away: “Let’s talk properly.”

“You came back and didn’t even look for me. Heartless thing.” Fan Rou finally let go of her.

Ye Ranran felt goosebumps rise all over her body from her words. That fleeting thought from earlier floated up again in her mind, but she quickly suppressed it: “You… who are you? Do I know you?”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot you forgot me. I’m Fan Rou, your good friend.” Fan Rou silently cursed Jun Mochan.

He had never even mentioned her to Ye Ranran. Truly outrageous.

Her good friend? Ye Ranran looked toward One. He nodded with an impassive expression, confirming that what the woman said was true.

Ye Ranran awkwardly forced a smile: “Haha, sorry about that.”

Fan Rou acted as if she didn’t perceive Ye Ranran’s embarrassment, holding her arm and rambling on: “When did you come back? Why are you at the hospital? Is something wrong with your health?”

The sincerity in her tone revealed genuine concern, and the awkwardness Ye Ranran felt quickly dissipated.

She thought, maybe she really was her good friend? Judging by her joyous expression, they must have been close in the past.

“I came back yesterday. Nothing’s wrong. I’m just here for a routine check-up. What about you?”

“Nothing serious.” Fan Rou was too shy to mention her irregular periods in front of One, which was why she had come to the hospital.

“I’ll stay with you, so you won’t get bored.” Uninvited, Fan Rou sat down right next to Ye Ranran.

Maybe because she genuinely felt some affection, Ye Ranran wasn’t bothered by her presence: “Sure, why don’t you tell me more about our past together? Like how we first met?”

“Alright.” Fan Rou began recounting their shared history, piece by piece.

When Ye Ranran found out they’d met through visiting each other’s homes, she chuckled: “I thought we might have met through work.”

“You’re a designer, I teach painting—we’re totally different. How could we have met through work? But we became friends because we hit it off well.” With a common enemy, you naturally find common ground.

“Oh, what made us hit it off?” Ye Ranran raised an eyebrow, her gaze holding deeper meaning.

Fan Rou leaned closer to her ear and began whispering about their past, such as how she helped Ye Ranran escape Song Yue’s clutches, how they schemed against Song Yue, and how they tormented her.

“Who’s Song Yue?” Ye Ranran’s mind flashed with an image of a face, but before she could get a clear look, it vanished.

At the mention of that name, an inexplicable surge of hatred welled up in her chest.

“A wretched woman. Your rival in love. Oh, right, she played a part in the suffering you endured—but she’s already dead now.” Fan Rou’s tone was calm, as if casually talking about a meal.

“By the way, how could your husband bear to leave you here alone?” Fan Rou asked with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Ye Ranran had just returned, and he already planned to ignore her? What kind of husband did that?

“He dropped me off and I sent him away.” Because of this sentence, a trace of amusement appeared in Ye Ranran’s eyes.