Page 1382 of The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me

"Why so surprised? It’s not like you’ve never been deflowered," Ye Ranran’s lips curved slightly: "You just haven’t tried so many people at once, right? Today, I’ll let you experience the taste of real men, and it’s ten of them, no less."

Though Song Yue is arrogant, she knows the importance of self-respect. Furthermore, having been well-off from a young age and possessing high standards, aside from Jun Mochan, she really hasn’t taken a liking to anyone else.

It wasn’t her first time, but that doesn’t mean she gets indiscriminate urges to find someone to solve it.

Ye Ranran originally thought that a wild car fling would suffice, but then she thought of this and decided to make it a real-life experience, adding a fictional one to top it off.

She wanted to make Song Yue pregnant, drive her to despair, and force her to hate her to the bone, even more than her love for Jun Mochan.

This way, she wouldn’t tell Jun Mochan, giving no chance for him to save her.

She is driving everyone to a dead end.

Of course, it’s very possible that Song Yue won’t last that long and will desperately try to eliminate her.

That doesn’t matter anymore; as long as her objective is achieved, it’s enough.

See, in critical moments, she’s not always dragging her feet.

Looking at the row of burly men standing, Ye Ranran inspected them twice, and not fully reassured, she even pinched their muscles to ensure they were strong enough before she stopped.

"Alright, virgins, I give her to you. Each person at least once, don’t be shy, come to me for money when it’s done." Ye Ranran pointed her hand towards Song Yue.

Seeing Song Yue’s face, everyone felt a bit unable to proceed, but in this line of work, as long as there’s money, nothing else matters.

This woman’s skin looks pretty good, since they mostly deal with older women, if they can tolerate those sagging skins, they naturally can handle this person too.

And if they really can’t stand it later, why not just cover her face up? So, everyone charged towards Song Yue.

"Alright, let’s go." Ye Ranran walked toward the door.

The three of them didn’t go far and just moved to the room next door.

Once the door was closed, Song Yue’s swearing was no longer heard.

The soundproofing was indeed excellent; Ye Ranran was very satisfied.

Next door, Ye Ranran stood on the balcony, making a call to Huo Yi.

Huo Yi had just returned from training, and he hadn’t even taken off his clothes when he saw the call from Ye Ranran.

That number, he hadn’t saved deliberately, but those eleven digits, even in his sleep, he could recite them by heart.

"Ranran?" He had to exert all his strength to control the trembling in his voice.

It had been a long time since she had initiated a call to him.

"Brother, it’s me." Ye Ranran’s tone was very calm, neither warm nor cold, just like how one would treat a normal friend.

"Do you have time tonight?" Ye Ranran asked cautiously.

"Yes, what do you need?"

His readiness made Ye Ranran feel even more embarrassed, but since the call was made, she had to go on: "There’s a set-up by the Fan Family tonight, my friend is attending, could you help?"

Huo Yi immediately understood, his enthusiasm waned by half, but he always found it hard to refuse her requests: "I can help this time, but not the next time."

Such methods aren’t a permanent solution.

"Then brother, can you fully help her out? Just pretend to pursue her."

"Can I ask who your friend is? Someone involved with the Fan Family, are you sure they are a good person? Don’t be deceived."

"Fan Rou, the third miss of the Fan Family, she’s different from the others in the Fan Family." As if fearing he wouldn’t help, Ye Ranran explained.

(Sorry, there was a bug earlier saying Song Yue was a virgin, now it’s corrected ╮(╯_╰)╭, memory lapse.)