"What's wrong with being willful? A lady never needs to be prim and proper," he said. He would rather have her like when she was a child, boisterous and willful, than all prim and proper, mature and old.
Because every bit of growth came at a price.
"Sister, sister, where are you?" Song Ze's voice rose at the door.
Ye Ranran quickly raised her head from Jun Mochan's embrace.
A flash of displeasure crossed Jun Mochan's face, and he walked out.
Song Ze was like a headless fly outside, bumping around, checking each room. Unable to find Ye Ranran, disappointment was evident in his eyes.
"What's going on? How did he come down?" Jun Mochan emerged from the room.
"When he found out the young madam was on the second floor, he insisted on coming down to find her, and we couldn't stop him," the servant said in a panic.
Jun Mochan was often reasonable, but there were times when he was not.