"I don't have a problem with it, just say so, I won't judge you," Jun Mochan said sarcastically. "What would you do if I were like you, always thinking about another woman?"
"You have a few secretaries, don't you? I haven't said anything about that," Ye Ranran blurted out.
"How is that the same? My relationship with them is purely professional; there's nothing personal."
"I feel the same way about you. Do you think I'm having an affair with him?" Ye Ranran said weakly.
"Forget it, whatever I owe you, I'll have someone check on him to make sure he isn't being mistreated or wronged. That should be enough, right?" That was all she could expect.
"Thank you, husband. That's very good," Ye Ranran said and kissed Jun Mochan.
Jun Mochan pointed to his lips, "You kissed the wrong place."
"Dream on," Ye Ranran turned her face away.
"Then I'll kiss you," Jun Mochan grasped the back of her head and kissed her.
When Ye Ranran was struggling to breathe, Jun Mochan finally let her go.
