The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me-Chapter 2037 - 2559: Ugly Faces

People like her don’t need anyone to warn them specifically; she knows exactly what he does.

She doesn’t dare to defy him in the slightest, fearing that if she offends him, he might kill her in a fit of displeasure.

As for Ye Ranran’s invitation, she’s torn between wanting to refuse and not daring to because One has returned. If she were to dine with Ye Ranran, she’d inevitably have to face him.

To her, this is nothing short of torment.

Now, hearing his words, she flees as if granted a special pardon.

Watching her flee in panic, Ye Ranran smiles at One, "What did you do to her?"

One, full of exasperation, responds, "Nothing. What could I do to her?"

Just with that face of hers, it’s impossible for him to harm her.

"Then why is she so scared of you?"

What was originally meant as a teasing jab surprisingly receives a serious answer from One after some thought, "I guess it’s because I have a certain authority."

This statement makes Ye Ranran laugh.

She holds her stomach with one hand, patting One on the shoulder with the other, "I never thought you had a sense of humor."

One takes her words as a compliment, with his lips slightly curving upwards to form a tiny smile.

Eating alone seems a bit lonely, so Ye Ranran lets One accompany her for the meal.

Neither of them is particularly talkative, so apart from the clattering of dishes, the table is silent.

After the meal, One says to Ye Ranran, "I’ve captured the person you wanted. When should I bring them to you?"

So fast? Ye Ranran looks at him in surprise.

"Madam, please don’t doubt my capability."

"Alright, my mistake; bring her over. I want to see her."

One makes a phone call, instructing the guards to bring Fan Mei up.

Fan Mei is not bound tightly, just an escort gripping her hand, bringing her before Ye Ranran.

With sunken eyes, heavy dark circles, drooping eyelids, lifeless eyes, and disheveled hair, such is Fan Mei now—completely devoid of her former noble demeanor.

"Why did you capture me?" Though hatred is apparent in her eyes, Fan Mei still doesn’t dare to be too arrogant.

It’s not Ye Ranran she’s wary of, but Jun Mochan.

"Why don’t you guess what I want to do?" Ye Ranran crosses her legs, her hand resting on the chair. Even a simple action exudes an indescribable charm from her.

"Don’t have to guess; I know. It’s for that bitch Fan Rou, isn’t it? Hasn’t she ruined me enough already?"

At the mention of Fan Rou’s name, the hatred in Fan Mei’s eyes reaches its peak.

It’s entirely Fan Rou’s fault that she’s fallen to this current state.

She truly underestimated that bitch.

Watching her twisted expression, Ye Ranran puts her phone screen in front of her, "See clearly?"

"See what?"

"See how ugly you are now. Are you afraid of such a version of yourself?"

For a woman, when her heart isn’t beautiful, no amount of physical beauty matters.

Because beauty comes from within; only when the soul is beautiful is a person truly pretty.

"Are you saying this because you think you have a beautiful heart?" Fan Mei mockingly looks at Ye Ranran.

"Do you need me to remind you how Song Yue died?"

Everyone in that circle has dirty hands, yet she has the nerve to ridicule her ugly visage.

"Peel off your beautiful skin, and inside you’re just like me: corrupt and rotting black."

The ground beneath them is littered with piles of bones; they’re all climbing up atop one corpse after another.