Chapter 272 Sounds Like a Dog

"Second Master Lu! Are you okay?" The nanny ran over anxiously, pulled out a few tissues and handed them over, then took out her phone: "Boss An shouldn't be far away. I'll call her and take you to the hospital."

"No need." Lu Yi held her phone and wiped the blood off his lips. "I'm fine. Don't tell her."

The nanny frowned and stared at Lu Yi with a worried look on her face. "Second Master Lu, why don't you go to the hospital? In case something goes wrong..."

"I said no need." Lu Yi's tone was cold and tough. He raised his eyes suddenly, and those charming and seductive fox eyes turned into knives, piercing people's spines.

The nanny was startled and immediately nodded obediently without saying anything more.

Lu Yi dragged his weak body up and went upstairs, wanting to see what the room his dear sister had lived in all these years looked like.

The nanny quickly took off the sofa cover and washed it, but she didn't dare to secretly tell Meng Anran about this.

On both sides, Qin Mu and Meng Anran went to Jiangpan No. 9.

The house has been renovated and the smell of formaldehyde has almost dissipated.

When you push the door open, the first thing you see is the entrance hall. The built-in shoe cabinet saves a lot of space and looks more tidy.

The kitchen is separated from the entrance by a wall. It is not open-plan, but the kitchen and dining room are separated by a floor-to-ceiling glass door.

All cabinets in the kitchen are of integrated design, and large appliances are also embedded, making the entire space spacious and bright.

The living room is not very big, with a 3+2+1 mahogany sofa set and soft cushions for winter.

The master bedroom is quite spacious, with a large bed, bathroom, dressing table, and soft and comfortable carpet underneath.

The guest bedroom was directly converted into a dressing room. Qin Mu contacted major brands in advance and the quarterly new products sent by them have filled several wardrobes and glass door display cabinets.

"What's that smell?" Meng Anran changed into slippers at the entrance, walked into the living room, and opened the curtains of the panoramic glass curtain wall.

The orange-yellow light pours in, making the entire log-style decorated house extra warm.

"Bergamot." Qin Mu followed him in and placed her bag on the sofa. "Ke Nai said this scent is very good for soothing the nerves, so I bought two bottles of aromatherapy, one for the living room and one for the bedroom."

Meng Anran turned around and looked around this "temporary residence" used as a commute to and from get off work. Suddenly, she chuckled and said, "Did you arrange this?"

Xiao Han was only responsible for the decoration, but he didn't have the time to choose calligraphy and paintings for her to hang on the wall, vases to put on the table, or even tissue boxes that were very artistic.

"Yeah." Qin Mu glanced around and seemed very satisfied with his arrangement. He said in a positive tone, "It's the style you like."

Meng Anran couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, you know me best."

Outsiders generally thought that a young and fashionable young lady like Meng Anran would prefer the brilliant and luxurious Western European style decoration, but in fact she prefers the new Chinese style of logs.

A large amount of mahogany furniture and dark tones reveal a sense of majesty and solemnity everywhere.

She likes power.

Power comes before profit, and profit brings power. Only with money can one have power, and only with power can one be respected - this was also the principle Lu Heng taught her back then.

"What are your plans for the next few days? Going out on a date?" Qin Mu put his arm around her waist and slowly brought her into his arms.

Meng Anran looked up at him, thought for a moment, and said, "But I kind of want to go back to the studio."

"Then I'll accompany you." Qin Mu lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

It doesn't matter where you go on a date, it's who you spend time with that matters.

"Aren't you bored?" Meng Anran asked.

"No." Qin Mu's smile was gentle and happy. "How can I be bored when I'm with you? You're busy with your own things, and I'm sitting quietly beside you. As long as we're in the same space, I feel that it's meaningful."

Meng Anran couldn't help laughing, "You sound like a dog licker."

Qin Mu: "Woof."

Meng Anran was amused and laughed so hard that her whole body trembled. She pretended to be disgusted and gently pushed his chest, which was more like flirting.

"Are you staying here tonight?" she asked suddenly.

"You don't want me to stay overnight?" Qin Mu looked at her aggrievedly.

"No." Meng Anran looked away, broke away from his embrace, and walked towards the kitchen. "Is it okay to leave Yanyan at home alone?"

"She's grown up already. She has a housekeeper, servants, and a driver at home. I don't need to worry about her." Qin Mu arranged the flowers in the vase and continued, "Besides, she's been chasing your brother around everywhere lately. Why does she need me to accompany her?"

"Chase?" Meng Anran raised his eyebrows, suddenly remembering that Meng Yushu seemed to have been mostly notified about advertising shoots recently.

After finishing the brand endorsement, it’s time to join the crew to shoot a new movie.

If I join the group, I won't have so many opportunities to see him. No wonder Qin Yan follows Meng Yushu around all day long.

She covered her lips and chuckled. She really didn't expect that Qin Yan would be more crazy about chasing stars than Liu Zhi was back then.

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The next day, all employees of Ruiming Group received the company's announcement: Chairman and CEO Ms. An Ran will take a three-day leave due to illness. All employees are requested to complete their respective work tasks step by step.

When people saw this news, they didn't react much and went about their business after leaving the platform.

They don't work for the company, they work for themselves.

If you were to ask who in the world least wants Ruiming to go bankrupt, it would definitely not be the founder Meng Anran, but the workers like them.

Therefore, no matter whether the boss is there or not, they will do their job well, even work harder, and will never let the company make any mistakes.

At the same time, Qin Mu drove his car with his beloved girl towards the suburbs.

Meng Anran's studio is located in a renovated old factory building on the outskirts of the city. The high ceilings and huge floor-to-ceiling windows allow sunlight to pour in without reservation.

This is the studio she chose for herself—where she creates her sculptures.

Every time she comes here, she can pour out her emotions on the materials.

Today was no exception. She put on an apron, picked up a carving knife, and quickly got into the state.

Meng Anran was concentrating on carving a piece of black walnut. Sawdust fell down and the air was filled with a faint woody aroma.

Qin Mu sat on the sofa not far away, quietly flipping through a book, and looked up at her from time to time with gentle eyes.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

Qin Mu looked towards the door with confusion and vigilance.

This place is very hidden, and no more than five people know the address. Normally, apart from him and An Xiaoran, no other people who know the address will come here.

Who could it be?