NOVPUB22: Chapter 022: Being Framed_1
22 -022: Being Framed_1
“I’m on my way,” Ye Ranran said obediently.
Seeing her trying to please him, Jun Mochan was a bit annoyed, “Whose call was that?”
She had never behaved like this with him before. 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝘤𝑜𝘮
“It’s the director’s,” Ye Ranran moistened her lips, “I had taken some time off these past two days and it seems to have upset him.”
“If he’s giving you a hard time, you can quit.”
“Are you going to support me?” Ye Ranran rolled her eyes.
Jun Mochan thought this idea was excellent.
He nodded and said earnestly: “I can do that, my arms are always open to embrace my wife.”
What did this have to do with his embrace, and why would she throw herself into his arms?
“Okay, I’m here,” Ye Ranran grabbed her bag, unfastened her seatbelt, and quickly exited the car.
It was not clear if she was shy or trying to escape.
Watching Ye Ranran’s retreating figure, a charming smile hung on Jun Mochan’s lips.
His elegant confidence spoke of certainty in success.
Sooner or later, he would make Ye Ranran fall in love with him.
As soon as she reached the office, Ye Ranran’s phone rang.
Before she could even speak, the director had already sent someone to pass on a message to her.
He wanted her to come to his office.
“I’m here,” Ye Ranran put her phone in her pocket and knocked on the director’s office door.
Of course, not forgetting to bring the design drafts with her.
“Director, I’ve completed the design draft, please take a look,” Ye Ranran said, putting the design draft on the desk and pushing it towards the director.
The director glanced at it, placed the draft under his arm, and said sternly: “Why didn’t you inform me about your leave?
If it were not for Xiao Zhang, I wouldn’t have known you were on leave.”
Hadn’t she asked Xiao Zhang to apply for her leave?
Before Ye Ranran had a chance to retort, the director continued, “Also, I asked you to communicate with the chief editor of S.Z Magazine, not to argue with them.”
“No, I….”
“So, you have the audacity to argue?
Anyway, they’ve already called to complain about you.
You need to write up a self-reflection report right away.”
After this scolding, Ye Ranran hardly had a chance to speak.
Fortunately, she had experienced such incidents before and didn’t take it to heart.
A self-reflection report is nothing, she thought.
She could just find one online, change the name and date, and be done with it.
Jun Mochan, holding his phone, his eyes devoid of a smile, was, seemingly, lost in drifting snowflakes.
Ah Chuan, who had been standing by his side for quite a while, knew he was on the verge of anger.
“Investigate the background of all the staff in my wife’s company,” Jun Mochan stepped out of the car.
The icy Jun Mochan pushed people away, so as he entered the office, everyone greeted him from a distance, no one daring to approach him.
Ah Chuan quietly trailed behind, rubbing his nose, the boss really did care about his wife.
When Ye Ranran returned to her office and finished writing her self-reflection, she suddenly remembered the phone call she had not answered.
She quickly took out her phone and when she saw the caller ID showing “Husband”.
She almost dropped her phone in surprise.
“Jun Mochan?” Ye Ranran tentatively called out.
“Finished with your self-reflection?”
He had obviously heard everything.
Frustrated, Ye Ranran had the urge to bang her head against the wall, but since the wall was too far, she bumped her head on the table instead.
“Stop banging your head, you’re already dumb enough.
If you hit your head any more, you’ll become completely stupid.”
“You’re the stupid one; your entire family is stupid!”
“Ha ha.”
Even though she couldn’t see him, Ye Ranran could imagine how infuriatingly smug Jun Mochan’s smile must be.
“You are part of ‘my entire family’ too,” Jun Mochan’s voice came over the phone, just as Ye Ranran was about to hang up.
