Page 1380 of The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me

She extended her own hand, slender and delicate, with fine skin that was pleasing to the eye, yet it bore a sickly pallor, nothing like that of ordinary people.

"You see, what’s different about these hands compared to yours?" Ye Ranran curled her lips into a smile: "That pain, I should let you taste it."

"Don’t always say I’m not a good person, and don’t feel too sorry for me, because you, have never been kind to me." She had long been merciless to her, so how could she show kindness in return?

So it will be, until death does us part.

Looking at Ye Ranran’s pale hands, Song Yue suddenly laughed slyly: "Ye Ranran, do you really think I’d let anyone get the formula so easily?"

Jun Mochan knows to keep one move hidden, does she not know as well?

"What do you mean?" Fan Rou suddenly grabbed her collar.

"It’ll be fun once you kick your poison addiction, maybe you’ll never get over it, ahhahaha." Song Yue laughed maniacally.

In fact, Ye Ranran was right, they had never shown mercy to each other.

From the first day she saw her, she has been especially wanting her to vanish from this world, it’s just that she was cloaked in a beauty’s skin, not willing to expose her inner filth easily.

"Speak clearly." Fan Rou’s eyes reddened with urgency.

Yet Ye Ranran remained calm: "Don’t ask her, you won’t get anything out of it. Continue."

Fan Rou lost her mood, shaking Song Yue: "What have you done to Ranran, tell me, speak!"

"Rourou." Ye Ranran stopped the frantic Fan Rou.

Over there, Operator Four was about to send a message to Jun Mochan, but Ye Ranran scolded him: "Don’t tell him, not a word."

In fact, she had long had a premonition because Shen Yuzhe had not been able to produce a completely clear drug for so long. If the formula was correct, why would he need so much time?

Jun Mochan had paid a hefty sum to recruit him; he surely wouldn’t be incompetent, so the only possibility was that there was something wrong with the formula.

And her recent bouts of exhaustion confirmed it all the more.

"Torture her until she confesses, I don’t believe she won’t speak." Fan Rou was very adamant.

"It’s useless." If torture really worked, Song Yue wouldn’t be sitting here now.

Jun Mochan must have guessed it too; the reason he spared her life was to wait for her recovery.

But inside, the twists and turns, everyone’s intentions are crystal clear, and they all understand.

Because if it were her, she wouldn’t let Song Yue get well so easily, just as she repeatedly damaged her face time and time again.

"Let’s leave this matter as it is, nobody should speak of it, understood?" Ye Ranran’s expression was stern.

Fan Rou held her hand tightly: "What will you do? What do you plan to do?"

"Don’t worry, I will be all right," she reassured.

"Madam, you like this..." Operator Four looked at her disapprovingly.

"If there was a way, we wouldn’t have delayed until now." Ye Ranran glanced at Song Yue: "She plans to drag me down with her, why would she want me alive? Questioning her is just torturing myself."

Of course, the main reason was that she didn’t want to see Jun Mochan debase himself for her again, to see him surrender because of her.

She didn’t want to see such a demeaned Jun Mochan.

If she was his weakness, then she would remove it herself.

She was relieved to have left behind a child; in this way, he also had a hope to live on. After three to five years, when he had almost forgotten her and the child was grown a bit, he could find someone else.

He was still so young; a lonely old age would ultimately be too pitiful.