Page 1381 of The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me

Song Yue wore a smug smile on her face: "Ye Ranran, you’re very clever."

Indeed, how could she let her live? She had been wishing for her death.

"Don’t be sad, okay? And I might not die after all, look how effective this has been," Ye Ranran rubbed Fan Rou’s face gently. "Smile a little."

Actually, she quite regretted leaving Number Four here. She turned her face to look at Number Four: "Please keep this a secret. I’ve never pleaded with anyone before, and I’ve never begged you. I’m only asking you for this one thing. If you agree, I will be forever grateful to you."

"Young Master would go crazy if he found out," Number Four said, looking troubled.

"I won’t implicate you. Besides, if he finds out, he’ll just be anxious. In his desperation, he might inadvertently give others an opportunity to take advantage." Now was the best chance to take down the Song Family.

She didn’t want to make him hesitate again because of her.

Number Four looked distressed.

"Will you promise me, please?" Ye Ranran bent down.

"Madam, you mustn’t," Number Four quickly helped her up. "Isn’t it enough that I promise you?"

Number Four was going all out. He knew that if the Young Master found out, he would definitely kill him.

But he also knew that Jun Mochan was currently dealing with the Song Family, and if the enemy were to grasp their lifeline and Song Jade were to strike back, not to mention Zhou Xian, half of the Jun family people would lose their lives.

The Jun family would be grievously weakened...

After much thought, sacrificing himself to save most of the others seemed like a worthy trade of his life.

It’s just that he felt sorry for Ye Ranran.

"But, Madam, she..."

Feeling a weight lift from her heart, Ye Ranran’s face once again brightened with a smile: "Don’t worry, she won’t speak."

Ye Ranran knelt in front of Song Yue, studying her face: "Because I won’t give her a chance to talk again."

The three people present didn’t understand what Ye Ranran meant.

Could it be that she was going to kill Song Yue? But that was impossible.

"What design would you like?" Picking up the tattoo needle from the ground, Ye Ranran sat down opposite Song Yue.

Song Yue bit her lip and remained silent.

"If you don’t say anything, then I’ll just have to make the decision," Ye Ranran said as she lifted Song Yue’s chin with one finger.

Song Yue turned her face away.

"I’d advise you not to move; otherwise, my hand might slip. Forget looking ugly; it’ll be you who feels the pain," Ye Ranran lifted her chin again.

This time Song Yue dared not move rashly.

Ye Ranran tattooed a ginkgo leaf on the right side of Song Yue’s face, and a wifi symbol on her forehead—a bizarre design that utterly ruined Song Yue’s face.

"Ye Ranran, when did you find out?"

She thought she had concealed it very well, even Jun Mochan hadn’t noticed, so how could she have known?

"It’s my body, how would I not know?" Ye Ranran darkened the ink: "I also know that you’re planning to wait until I’m about to die before telling me, right? Am I correct?"

Song Yue didn’t shy away from admitting it, nodding her head: "That’s right, at that time, perhaps he’d be willing to do anything, right?"

"So rest assured, before that time comes, I will make sure you die first, then I’ll join you down there," Ye Ranran whispered in her ear.

"We’ll see about that; one of these days, my patience might run out, and I might have you come join me first," Song Yue replied with a smile.

With her grotesquely tattooed face, her smile distorted the images, creating a particularly horrifying effect.

"Ah Si, have ten strong men come up and attend to Miss Song," Ye Ranran clapped her hands and instructed.

Without any questions, Ah Si carried out the order.

A flicker of turbulence returned to Song Yue’s eyes: "Ye Ranran, you..."