The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me

Ye Ranran suddenly looked at him.

"A woman whose heart isn’t with me, there’s no point in forcing her to stay."

Seeing her calm expression, he finally understood this truth.

So, he decided to let her go, and also to release himself.

Ye Ranran only felt the courage that had been holding her up suddenly relaxed, making her feel completely comfortable.

"It’s good that you understand, I wish you well."

Grievances, once past, are past. Whether we become friends or enemies later, this Chapter is over.

"You should go. I hope we can still be friends."

No matter what, she has a face identical to Wen Cai’s, along with her memories.

To him, she is special.

It’s because of this that he is willing to let her go, or else it would end up in tragedy.

If he wanted to reminisce, he would only have the photos.

"Of course, you’ll always be my Brother Ah Rong."

The man in her memories who once gave her warmth.

Fu Rong smiled at her, waving goodbye.

"Push me to the window," Fu Rong said.

He watched as Ye Ranran got into Wen Li’s car, and the car gradually drove out of his sight.

"Congratulations, you finally figured it out," Tang Sheng patted Fu Rong’s shoulder.

Fu Rong didn’t speak, he just quietly drank his soup.

In the hotel, Jun Mochan was anxiously waiting.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door; he quickly opened it.

A figure rushed towards him, and without thinking, he moved aside, while his large hand grabbed the other person’s shoulder.

"Who is it?"

"Ease up, you’re about to crush my shoulder," Ye Ranran wailed.

"Ranran?" Jun Mochan released her.

Ye Ranran turned her head, and said irritably, "It’s me, who else did you expect?"

Jun Mochan looked her over, finding no injuries, then hugged her: "You’re okay, that’s really great."

"Sorry to have worried you." She patted his back.

"As long as you’re back."

Seeing the two tightly hugged together, Wen Li coughed.

Ye Ranran quickly withdrew from Jun Mochan’s arms, with a flushed face, she looked at Wen Li: "Brother, thank you too."

"Just saying ’thank you’ doesn’t mean much, does it?"

"Then how about I find a sister-in-law for you?" The more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed: "I’ll get to work on it when I go back, do you have any requirements? You can tell me."

"I really thank you," Wen Li said with a look of polite refusal.

Thinking about the blind date earlier, he still got goosebumps.

"Actually, our family doesn’t need to marry out right now, you can find someone you like."

Seeing the current situation, Fu Rong isn’t going to make things difficult for him, so his career looks promising.

There’s no need for a marriage alliance.

Besides, among the age-appropriate women suitable for marriage alliances, she hasn’t found anyone suitable.

Otherwise, she would have already scheduled it.

It’s not that marriage alliances are bad and won’t lead to happiness, if everything fits it’s a win-win.

But if there’s none, no need to force it.

"Alright, are married women always like this? You’re more and more like Mom," Wen Li scrutinized her, saying: "You’re not even thirty, shouldn’t be hitting menopause yet, could it be early?"

"You... if I meddle anymore, I’ll take your surname." Ungrateful.

"Is her temper growing worse, did you spoil her?" Wen Li looked at Jun Mochan.

"She’s always had the heart of a matchmaker, trying to fix up everyone around me, but not a single pair worked."

There you go, too many setbacks have distorted her mind now.