Chapter ４
Before long, Ran lifted his foot and changed his brother's shoulder. His pedal was so strong that he pushed him back, Chanin hurriedly pushed him up, and Ran looked at the shoe prints on his beautiful suit and laughed.
"Well, I'll think about it again. In the meantime, try to satisfy me."
Chanin was panting and shivering with anger, while Ran was enjoying his feelings. If his mother is not held hostage to bargain, it is painful to be angry and helpless. I can assure you that a young man would never do such a thing, and Ran would be his culprit.
"Let's go."
Run got up, led by his bodyguard, walked to the door and opened it.
Chanin, seeing that Ran and his affairs are all over, stands up, wipes off his brother's shoe marks and goes straight back to his chair, but is blocked by Mamoru.
"What's the matter? Your boss and I are fine."
Although he tried to control his emotions, his tone became more cloudy as he spoke.
"You are Ranmaru's, and you have no right to do anything you want. Wherever Ranmaru goes, you follow. If Ranmaru has no orders, you cannot do anything beyond them."
"It means I don't have the right to think or do what I want to do."
"Yes, he is your master."
Shit, this is crazy!
Chanin almost jumps into the glass, signs a damn contract off his finger, and then his life goes from the back of his hand to his feet!
"Let's go. I'll explain later, so you'll know what to do with Mr. Ranmaru."
Mamoru held her hand out of the door and the polite invitation didn't make her feel any better.
This is his invitation to go to hell. Who will be happy!
"Come in."
Chanin left his office before Mamoru could follow him, but told the secretary at Mamoru's suggestion that he would continue business negotiations with Run. If anyone is in touch, give it to the secretary. I'll contact you when he is free.
When he was free. . . I mean, when he came out of hell.
The second night: the first night
It is wrong to say that he is ready to go to hell, everything is wrong, from his plan, from his expectations, from Lan's mouth to say what promises he gives in to these people. What was even more surprising was when a luxury van pulled into a residential area and asked the person sitting opposite.
"What is this? Rango, why am I here?"
The person questioned only glanced at him with reproach, and Chanin realized that he had used the wrong pronoun to address him.
"Why did you bring me here?"
The sound was so weak and dry that it was almost inaudible.
"Go home," Lane replied simply.
Chanin didn't understand, but when he saw Ran not paying attention to talking to him, he didn't want to ask anything, just sat out of the car staring, turned around and saw Mamoru staring at himself. He suddenly realized that he should keep silent until he reached his destination.
By then, I will know the answer.
A shiny black van was parked in front of the fence of a house, waiting for the gate to open before entering. Chanin was stunned at the sight of the house. If from an outsider's point of view, there is no chance to live in such a luxurious house, it will be very exciting to see such a big luxurious house at close range, but for Chanin, he is not excited at all. There was more anxiety in his subconscious when the house was his family's old house and he had lived there since he was born. My father sold it after he died, and he and his mother spent a lot of money last year to move to another house that my father bought for my mother before it was renovated.
If you are not happy to go back to your old house, it is not surprising.
The house was no longer his home, it was the home of a beast orchid, who had entered his life hours before.
"This is the house that Mr. Lan Maru bought."
Despite guessing, Mamoru opened his mouth to explain that Chanin didn't care too much. He wondered what Ran wanted to do, so he asked his face.
"You must move here, and Mr. Ranmaru will stay here for the whole of his life in Thailand. You have no right to leave your house without permission. I will arrange some people to take care of your safety. Maids and workers. I will take care of it. If you need anything, let me know."
Before he could ask, Mamoru staggered a long way as if he knew his duties.
Chanin Prad looks around the fence as the car slowly pulls in. Men in black suits stood in various parts of the house, as if to maintain safety. But for Chanin, they didn't provide him with safety. But he's the guard.
"If I need to talk to the board, do I need to wait for his orders?"
Ma Mao blurted out, deliberately pretending to look like Menglan.
"I'll take care of that."
"If my mother gets worse, or I want to see her, I need her permission, right?"
"Yes," Mamoru replied.
"But whether I allow it or not depends on how well you behave, slave," Lann chimed in.
I know that he has been completely deprived of his freedom, which is tantamount to going to jail. Worse, a mother's life depends on his behavior and her satisfaction, and she has no idea whether the other person is satisfied or not. There is no way to guess the person's emotions or thoughts.
He could only watch the transparent body fall out of the car when the people behind opened the doors, and when Mamoru signaled he would follow him.
When he entered the house, he was surprised that the atmosphere of the house was still the same, even with the location of furniture and accessories, although some things were not the original ones, as he had sold some. However, the atmosphere of the house reminded him of the time when he still lived in the house, and then turned his attention to Mamoru, who was waiting for Lan's orders.
"The rest is for you. I want to start tonight."
"Yes, Mr. Lanmaru."
"You can use the same way."
"Yes, young master."
Mamoru bowed his head modestly, and it was not until the master had gone upstairs that he turned and walked towards the other young man.
"When the young master rests, I will explain to you his duties."
"Your name is usually Mr. Lan..."
"Sir."
As soon as Mamoru heard that Chanin was wrong, he corrected the pronoun immediately. He paused for a moment, then nodded and changed.
"Yes, do you usually call you Master?"
"Yes, the young master is still under the young master's command, so we are obliged to call him so, unless you call him the young master, for he is the only one you have."
"He is your master" annoys Chanin so much that it is not his consent, it is his coercion and threat, and he can't get rid of it. However, this is his reluctance. But he also put on a bad ear and didn't want to make himself feel worse.
"Can you tell me who you really are? Why are you so influential?"
He asked because he had thought about it before that, but Mamoru didn't answer.
"It is enough that you know what the young master wants you to know now. Other than that, let the young master say other things himself. I am only a private person, and it is not very good to disclose the private affairs of my boss without authorization."
Sometimes Chanin gets annoyed, but I can understand that working closely with influential people and talking nonsense about your private affairs is not very good for Mamoru.
"I will take you to the lounge. When dinner is time, I will go and tell you not to leave the room."
Chanin nodded and the conversation was over. He followed Mamoru upstairs, guided by someone in the house where he lived as a child, but it wasn't as important as he wanted to rest his headache.
What happened to him in just a few hours caused his cerebral blood vessels to rupture, and hope fell asleep and woke up, which was just a dream, not a reality.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone