The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me-Chapter 2036 - 2558: Thoughtful

The woman who received her compliment bowed her head, with obvious shyness on her face.

Ye Ranran lifted her chin: "If you can show that expression when facing that person, it would be perfect."

"May I ask, what does the person look like?" After hesitating for a moment, the woman asked timidly.

Ye Ranran gave her a strange glance: "Do you still not know what kind of person you have to face?"

"A giant who can cover the sky with one hand. They told me, as long as I change my face, I can have a different life and live above others."

She had lived at the bottom since childhood; a life above others was unimaginable until someone suddenly told her she could have such a life.

Of course, she agreed without thinking.

"Exactly, because the person is the President of F country. As long as you become the First Lady, you are second only to one and above thousands," Ye Ranran’s voice was sweet, carrying an inexplicable allure.

Like a sweet candy, after peeling off the outer layer of paper, reveals a beautiful colored core inside, exuding a sweet aroma.

Tempting to taste.

Indeed, anticipation appeared in the woman’s eyes, the President of F country, she had seen him on TV, and he was indeed quite handsome.

The woman touched her face with a sense of inferiority: "Can I do it?"

She feared she wasn’t worthy of him, especially since her face was surgically altered. If he found out, she’s not sure if he’d mind.

Her expression changed in an instant, even though she wasn’t clever, Ye Ranran could guess what she was thinking, not to mention Ye Ranran considered herself quite smart.

"Why can’t you? Remember, he loves your face the most. Apart from you, no one else is worthy to stand by his side, do you understand?"

The woman nodded: "I understand."

"Alright, now I’ll tell you some of his hobbies, which you must memorize more firmly than your daily meal times, understood?"

The woman nodded.

Due to the tight schedule, Ye Ranran poured all of Fu Rong’s likes and dislikes into the woman.

Using a cramming method to fill her.

Without caring whether she could digest it or not.

This conversation continued until the evening.

Ye Ranran felt thirsty and was about to pour herself a glass of water when a hand reached out, conveniently holding a glass of water.

Ye Ranran took it, not forgetting to say thank you: "Thank you."

Simply too considerate, she thought, gulping down a couple of sips.

After drinking, she remembered to look at the person who poured the water, raising her head to see One standing before her, unsure when he got there.

Seeing Ye Ranran finally noticed him, One said, "Madam, it’s time to eat."

"Oh." Ye Ranran stood up and said to the woman: "Let’s go, together."

Besides what she had mentioned earlier, necessary table etiquette was also something the woman should learn.

"I’ve already arranged for someone to teach her these." Implying there was no need for her to spend extra time.

Ye Ranran paused, then said somewhat begrudgingly: "Alright, let her eat by herself then."

Toward Ye Ranran, the woman felt both reverence and fear, although her face often bore a smile, the subtle air of nobility and presence in her gestures and demeanor were undeniable.

Rendering her impossible to overlook.

As for One, she only felt fear. This person exuded a threatening aura, always with a stern face, and his eyes were perpetually frozen over.