Chapter 478: One sentence hides eight hundred thoughts

The three-day deadline has arrived, and Meng Anran received the news on time that Lin Yan had surrendered to the Licheng Public Security Bureau.

For a time, the Internet was flooded with discussions about this matter, not only Meng Anran, who had been pushed to the forefront from the beginning, but even a number of entrepreneurs from wealthy and upper-class circles were affected.

It is said that this world is a huge game played by capital. In the open and covert struggles between those in power, the victims are always the people at the bottom.

The consequences of this incident are too serious. Government agencies at all levels attach great importance to it and conduct strict investigations in the financial circle.

As a result, the wealthy and wealthy children who used to love to show off their wealth have to keep a low profile and dare not attract too much attention during this turbulent time.

At the same time, the Bai family has been trying to contact their former partners in the past few days to seek a glimmer of hope, but nothing unexpected has happened.

"Do you think the Bai family will let this go?" Qin Mu handed Meng Anran a cup of hot coffee and sat down next to her.

Meng Anran took a sip of coffee and pondered, "If they want to retaliate, I will undoubtedly bear the brunt of it. However, they only have one chance, and they will definitely choose a very important occasion to maximize their chances of hitting me."

Qin Mu nodded in approval. "You don't have any business activities scheduled recently, so it's relatively safe for the time being."

"I just can't understand it. The villa was destroyed by Lu Yi, and the stock price was manipulated by Lu Heng. Why am I always the one who takes the blame?" Meng Anran frowned slightly, and his expression showed a hint of displeasure.

It was as if she was accusing all of this of being extremely unfair to her.

For example, Bai Fuchun tried to use Lin Yan to win over Duan Jingyao and Lu Heng, but the plan failed. Why should it be framed when it was her turn?

Qin Mu pinched her wrinkled face with amusement, "It proves that they are afraid of you. Rather than trying to win you over, they think that holding something against you will make it easier to threaten Duan Jingyao and Lu Heng, even if you don't care."

Meng Anran seemed to be very pleased with this statement, and her expression instantly brightened.

She naturally leaned into Qin Mu's arms. Whenever she smelled the same fragrance on him as hers and was wrapped in his warmth, her mind would be extremely relaxed.

It seemed that as long as he was by her side, even if the sky fell, there would be someone to carry it with her.

Qin Mu put his arm around her shoulders and felt that the person in his arms was soft even to the bones.

The air was silent for a moment, and he suddenly said, "There's something I think I should tell you in advance."

"What?" Meng Anran looked up at him.

Qin Mu lowered his head and kissed her lips, then whispered, "Ning Nishang, she doesn't give me a feeling that's right."

Meng Anran raised her eyebrows in confusion, then quickly understood and said jokingly, "Would she do that to you?"

Qin Mu hummed bitterly, recounting the entire interview process before adding, "I originally thought I was overly conscious, so I didn't tell you. But these past couple of days, she's been contacting me under Ning Xing's name, revealing a lot of hidden agenda."

Meng Anran laughed and raised her hand to poke his face. "You are young, handsome, and powerful. You are a very attractive person. It's not surprising that other girls like you, right?"

"You can still laugh?" Qin Mu pinched her cheeks fiercely with both hands, his tone full of resentment, "I'm your fiancé, aren't you jealous?"

"Since you've taken the initiative to tell me, why should I be jealous?" Meng Anran pried his hands apart and rubbed her blushing cheeks. "She hasn't done anything substantial, so I can't just go and scold her for no reason, right?"

Qin Mu was not very happy. An Xiaoran was jealous of him, which made him feel that he was cared about.

Therefore, he didn't like An Xiaoran's calm attitude at the moment.

He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to crush her into pieces and melt her into his flesh and blood even if he had to break himself into pieces and reassemble himself.

From now on, you are in me and I am in you, inseparable in life and death.

"It's... too tight!" Meng Anran struggled and felt that her bones were about to be broken by him.

Qin Mu instantly lost all his strength, lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice muffled: "An Xiaoran, sometimes I really want to make you into a pendant and hang it on my body."

But he knew clearly that he couldn't.

An Xiaoran is not an object, nor can she be completely possessed by anyone. She is free and will always belong to herself.

If you put yourself in his shoes, he might not become An Xiaoran's "property".

Love-brained people may be love-brained, but in love, both parties need to leave some private space.

They are bound to each other, yet independent and free.

Meng Anran smiled knowingly: "I heard that Ning Nishang has strong professional capabilities. Naturally, valuable people must be retained to create benefits for the group. She officially took office today, right? I'll take you to the company later."

*

The news of Ning Nishang's joining the company was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples within Yunduan Group.

The identity of the major shareholder's daughter, the doctoral title from a top university, and the parachuted-in position of design director, each label is enough to become a hot topic in the tea room.

However, within half a day, another more explosive rumor spread like wildfire, instantly overshadowing other discussions.

It all started when a senior manager in the design department was looking through past project materials that Ning Nishang needed to review, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of a draft signature that she had casually placed in a sketchbook in the corner of her desk.

And the unique signature of the well-known yet mysterious sculpture artist "Qiran" in the art circle.

"Qiran"'s works are known for their bold materials and emotionally impactful forms, and have been analyzed and interpreted thousands of times in textbooks.

But he is extremely low-key, has never appeared in public, and his identity remains a mystery.

"Is this true? Director Ning is 'Qiran'?"

"Look at that draft signature. Does it look like the one in the album?"

"No wonder he was parachuted in as director! He's a great artist, it's a waste of his talent to be an art director!"

"Maybe they're just here to experience life, or maybe they're a golden sign specially invited by Director Qin?"

Whispers flowed in the cubicles, corridors, and elevators, and everyone looked at Ning Nishang with a complex and unspeakable look.

A mixture of curiosity, exploration, awe, and even a hint of disbelief.

After Qin Mu and Meng Anran arrived at the group, the first thing they heard from Xiao Chen was this matter.

The two looked at each other, their eyes blank for a moment.

Ning Nishang is 'sad'?

Then who is Meng Anran?