CHAPTER 1532: CHAPTER 1554: TITLE ISSUE

She really is such a good friend, always thinking about her in everything she says.

"By the way, can you tell me more about the past? Maybe that way I can remember something."

"Of course, what would you like to hear? Whatever I remember, I’ll tell you." Though, truth be told, she didn’t know much. These past two years, she had interacted with Jun Mochan, but they weren’t close.

The two of them always maintained a certain distance because, really, how often can a man and a woman truly just be friends? Especially when it comes to someone like Jun Mochan—getting to know him inevitably meant falling for him.

Fan Rou had made sure not to let herself make such a mistake. She didn’t want to repeat her mother’s tragedy, so she would never—absolutely never—interfere in someone else’s relationship.

"What did I call you before?"

"You always called me Rourou."

Eh, did she really? Ye Ranran’s lips twitched slightly—a nickname like that felt awkward coming out of her mouth.

"Madam, it’s your turn." One called out.

"Oh, coming." Ye Ranran stood up.

Fan Rou stood up with her as well. "I’ll go with you."

Ye Ranran initially wanted to refuse, but seeing her enthusiasm, she couldn’t bring herself to say no. She simply nodded.

While getting her blood drawn, Ye Ranran turned her head and asked Fan Rou, "By the way, did you come here alone?"

"A solitary soul, of course I came alone." Fan Rou shrugged.

"What about your family?" Ye Ranran blurted out.

Ye Ranran nowadays had long forgotten that part of the past. The memories she had now were of being raised in a warm and loving family.

She was proud but not arrogant, her heart serene, and the occasional trace of hostility in her brows and eyes had completely vanished.

"I’ll tell you later." Fan Rou wasn’t interested in discussing her family in front of strangers.

After the check-up, Fan Rou stayed with Ye Ranran to wait for the results.

She briefly explained her situation, and concluded by saying, "You helped me back then because you felt sorry for me, Ranran. Now that I’m doing better, I can help you too."

She wore a knee-length red dress, her face adorned with exquisite makeup, her large eyes sparkling and enchanting, exuding a seductive charm without effort.

Her alluring red lips parted slightly, tempting anyone to sin.

Ye Ranran admitted—Fan Rou was indeed a stunner.

"Aren’t you a painter? How can you help me?" Help her paint a self-portrait? That didn’t seem necessary.

Reading her expression, Fan Rou gave her a sideways glance, "If there’s anything you want to know, I can help you find out. Maybe if you want to pry something out of some man’s mouth, I can help you with that too."

"Did you become a socialite?" Ye Ranran regretted the question as soon as it slipped out. "Sorry, that’s not what I meant. Don’t get me wrong."

"It’s not too far off," Fan Rou lowered her head. "My father originally wanted to use me for his own benefit. You were the one who worried about me and specifically found someone to teach me these things. Later, after your accident, Young Master Jun occasionally helped me out for your sake. Even though my reputation isn’t great now, I’m living a much better life than I did before—really."

Ye Ranran’s emotions were complex as she listened. She couldn’t understand why her past self had helped her. Wasn’t that the same as hurting her?

"This was my choice, Ranran." Seeing Ye Ranran’s furrowed brow, Fan Rou felt a wave of emotion. Whether she remembered her or not, she still cared about her deep down.

That was enough.

"Madam, the results are out." One called out.

"Oh." Ye Ranran stood up.

The doctor looked at Ye Ranran with a troubled expression.