Chapter 1680: Chapter 1680

He just hoped that all the hatred, resentment, and dissatisfaction would be directed at him alone, and not cause trouble for Ye Ranran.

The conversation ended on an unpleasant note, with Gu Heng clinging to his obsessions and Jun Mochan refusing to lower his noble head.

After Gu Heng left the private room, Zhou Xian and Chu Ji entered from another room, having overheard their entire conversation.

There was no surprise on Zhou Xian’s face: "I told you, he wouldn’t listen to advice."

"Forget it, it’s better than having regrets." Chu Ji patted Jun Mochan’s shoulder.

"Have our people keep a close watch on the Gu Family, slowly uproot their hidden chess pieces, and only act at the end," Jun Mochan said coldly, taking a hard sip of his drink.

"Understood, I’ll make sure they’re watched closely. Over the years, we’ve figured out the locations of those hidden pieces, we just need the right time to act." Zhou Xian smiled brightly, but his words carried a chill.

Chu Ji stayed silent; these matters were beyond his capability, and he couldn’t help.

"It’s no fun for three big men to drink in silence, why don’t we invite a couple of girls over?" Zhou Xian proposed.

Chu Ji quickly chimed in: "Sure, I want someone pure, and with a nice figure."

"Quite a lot of requirements." Zhou Xian sneered, not even bothering to ask Jun Mochan, and pressed the service bell by himself.

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However, the bar had rules—nothing extra within the bar premises; if additional services were desired beyond drinks, they could be obtained at the hotel next door.

Thus, this bar had never been reported.

Jun Mochan hadn’t given any instructions to his subordinates, figuring if they wanted to investigate, they were welcome to. He didn’t mind being checked, so peers couldn’t catch him on anything.

"Bring the pure girls here," Zhou Xian said.

"Please wait a moment, sir." The waiter bowed and left.

Jun Mochan curled his lips: "You guys have fun, I’m leaving."

Zhou Xian and Chu Ji didn’t stop him; Jun Mochan didn’t partake even without a wife—he had always been disciplined and ascetic.

They, on the other hand, occasionally enjoyed indulging, but strictly within their own territory.

The aftertaste of the wine was quite strong, and Jun Mochan had drunk two bottles; by the time he got home, his head was already spinning.

He staggered and fell onto the bed, landing on Ye Ranran who had just lain down.

In an unfortunate twist, he landed on her waist.

Ye Ranran gasped in pain, feeling like her waist was about to break, lying still on the bed.

Only after the pain subsided, did she try to sit up.

"Get up." She pushed Jun Mochan.

He remained motionless.

He seemed weak, but was in fact robust, had weight that no one knew better than her.

Ye Ranran couldn’t budge him and had to find a way to free herself.

She lifted Jun Mochan’s upper body with both hands, first sliding one leg out, then the other.

After doing all this, Ye Ranran was already sweating profusely.

She wiped her sweat: "Isn’t it hard for me?"

After resting for a bit, she straightened her clothes and called the butler in to help move Jun Mochan onto the bed.

She wasn’t delusional enough to think she could move Jun Mochan with her own strength.

"Madam, is there anything else you need help with?" Ye Ranran only asked him to move Jun Mochan to the bed, and didn’t request anything else, so the butler dared not take any other actions.