Chapter 331 You don’t really think of yourself as Mrs. Lu, do you?

"Not really? Then I'd better change into something else."

Mu Nanyan turned around and was about to go back to pick out a new dress, but was pulled back by Zhou Ruxuan.

"No, this dress was tailor-made for you!"

Zhou Ruxuan stamped her feet in anxiety. Without saying a word, she took Mu Nanyan's arm and led her out of the garment room.

As soon as I walked into the corridor, the colleague I met gasped:

"Grace! Oh my god..."

This exclamation was like turning on a switch, and colleagues gathered around.

Some covered their mouths, some pulled out their phones, and exclamations echoed in the corridor:

"Wow! Grace, you're so beautiful!"

"Yeah, she's so beautiful, she gives me the feeling of a rich lady!"

"She's like a celebrity who walked out of a magazine..."

…

Everyone was talking at once, and the other colleagues gathered around when they heard what was going on. They all exclaimed in amazement when they saw Mu Nanyan.

Mu Nanyan's ears burned from the sudden attention. She unconsciously tightened her skirt. Were these people exaggerating? Were they really that good-looking?

"Aren't you all working anymore? What are you doing here? I know Grace is beautiful, but if she feels embarrassed to not wear it if you keep surrounding her like this, I'll settle the score with you!"

"Disperse, disperse! If you keep standing around and watching, I'll dock your quarterly bonuses."

Zhou Ruxuan opened her arms like a hen protecting her chicks and protected Mu Nanyan behind her. After hearing this, everyone dispersed reluctantly.

After seeing everyone leave, Zhou Ruxuan took Mu Nanyan to her office.

Zhou Ruxuan pressed Mu Nanyan down on the sofa in the office and pulled out a comb like a magic trick:

"Don't move. I just learned a new hairstyle recently, and I'd like to try it out on you."

As Zhou Ruxuan spoke, she had already started to play with Mu Nanyan's hair. Her fingers moved flexibly through Mu Nanyan's hair, and she would occasionally insert a few pearl hairpins.

"alright!"

Zhou Ruxuan took two steps back as she spoke. Mu Nanyan turned her head to look at Zhou Ruxuan and asked:

"Does it look good?"

"Oh My God……"

Mu Nanyan in Yan is breathtakingly beautiful.

The black hair was tied up, revealing her graceful swan neck. The pearl hair accessories complemented the crystals on the dress.

The most fatal thing was the flash of light from the diamond earring on her earlobe when she tilted her head slightly.

Zhou Ruxuan shook her head in grief:

"Is this what you call beautiful? This is clearly life-threatening! Do you have any misunderstandings about your own beauty?"

However, Mu Nanyan did not take Zhou Ruxuan's words to heart. She glanced at her watch, stood up and adjusted her skirt:

"It's getting late. I'm leaving now."

She picked up her handbag and walked towards the door. Zhou Ruxuan looked at Mu Nanyan's back as she left and shouted from behind:

"Remember to take a photo and send it to me! Be careful on the road!"

"I know!"

Mu Nanyan waved her hand, the elevator door opened, and Mu Nanyan walked straight in.

The lights in the underground garage were a little dim, and Mu Nanyan's high heels hit the ground, making a crisp sound.

When she got into the driver's seat, she glanced at herself in the rearview mirror. Indeed... she looked pretty good?

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The outline of Lanting Hotel gradually appeared in the field of vision. This landmark building in Haicheng was now brightly lit, like a dazzling diamond inlaid in the night.

Mu Nanyan parked the car steadily in the exclusive parking space outside the hotel, tapped the steering wheel with her slender fingers, took a deep breath, and then pushed the door and got out.

She handed her car keys directly to the parking attendant standing at the door and registered her personal information.

Her high heels made crisp sounds as they stepped on the marble floor. She subconsciously gathered the hair around her ears and walked towards the brightly lit hotel lobby.

The elevator rose at a steady speed. Mu Nanyan looked at the constantly jumping floor numbers and her heartbeat quickened.

The button for the 96th floor was emitting a dazzling light, and she couldn't help but clench her bag tightly in her hand.

"bite--"

The elevator door slowly opened, and the sound of cheerful music mixed with the laughter of the crowd came towards us.

At the entrance of the banquet hall, the brightly dressed guests were standing at the door, chatting and chatting, as if they had all known each other for a long time...

Mu Nanyan's steps suddenly stopped, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the bag.

She suddenly realized that apart from the Shangguan brothers and sisters, she couldn't find a single familiar face here.

"It would be great if Chenchen was here..."

Mu Nanyan really regretted not bringing Chenchen with her at this moment...

The lively party scene she imagined made her throat tighten. She stretched out her foot and retracted it, her fingers trembling slightly as they hovered above the door-closing button.

She suddenly didn't want to attend the party. She was really not good at socializing and even had a bit of social anxiety. If she were to stay alone in such an occasion, she would be so embarrassed that she would dig herself out of the three-bedroom apartment on the spot.

Just when her hand was about to press the door closing button, Shangguan Fuling's lovely face unconsciously emerged in her mind. Thinking of her expectant eyes and what she had promised Shangguan Jiuze, Fuling would probably be very sad if she didn't show up, right?

Because no one had entered or exited the elevator for a long time, the elevator closed automatically. Just as the elevator door was about to close, Mu Nanyan bit her lower lip and quickly pressed the door-opening button.

Forget it, since I’m here, I should at least give the gift to Fuling. At worst, I can just stay for a while and leave.

Mu Nanyan thought so, took a deep breath, and then straightened her back and stepped out of the elevator.

At this time, the group of people who had just been standing at the door greeting each other had already entered one after another, leaving only a few uniformed receptionists who maintained their standard smiles and waited for the late guests.

As soon as Mu Nanyan walked to the door of the gilded banquet hall, a waitress with an exquisite bun bowed slightly:

"Good evening, ma'am. Please show me your invitation."

"Hold on."

Mu Nanyan lowered her head to search through her handbag. When her fingertips touched the gold-plated card, a low and graceful voice made her pause.

"Mu Nanyan?"

She looked up suddenly.

The woman walking towards him was wearing a burgundy cheongsam. The pearl buttons on her collar shone with a cold light, and her delicately made-up face had a half-smile on it.

Mu Nanyan frowned slightly as she looked at her. She felt that the woman in front of her looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her for a moment.

Mu Nanyan didn't usually come into contact with many people. The fact that this person could accurately call out her Chinese name instead of calling her "Grace" was enough to rule out the possibility that she was her client.

Mu Nanyan looked up at the other person. Seeing her arrogant look, she didn't look like someone she would be on good terms with.

Mu Nanyan raised the corner of her mouth in a perfect arc and asked politely:

"Who are you?"

Seeing this, the woman raised her red lips in a mocking arc, and looked at Mu Nanyan from head to toe with contempt:

"You forgot me so quickly? Miss Mu is really forgetful. What's the matter? You don't really think you are Mrs. Lu, do you?"

She deliberately dragged out the ending of the word, and her fingers with bright red nail polish gently stroked the chain of her Chanel bag.

Mu Nanyan's fingertips trembled slightly. The title of Mrs. Lu was like a thin needle, piercing her heart unexpectedly.

Very few people knew that she and Lu Yiran were married, not to mention that this was Haicheng, and there were even fewer people who knew about her marriage with Lu Yiran, except... the woman who had come to the studio to cause trouble.

Mu Nanyan looked at the woman in front of her calmly. She said she felt a little familiar, but for a moment she couldn't remember where she had seen her before. It turned out...

Mu Nanyan raised a decent smile at the corner of her lips, but her eyes were filled with pity:

"Don't blame me for being forgetful, it's just that you've changed so much since you last saw me. Last time I saw you, I remember you still had a flat nose. It's been so long since we last met, and your nose bridge is almost piercing the sky. I'm afraid you've been eating hyaluronic acid?"

"I didn't expect you to be so fashionable at your age... I advise you to save your energy. After all, your face at this age won't be as resilient as a young person's. If your face doesn't heal properly one day and you end up looking like a Sanxingdui mask, don't blame me for not warning you."

The expression on Mu Nanyan's face was full of worry for her elders, but these words...

The waitress standing by almost couldn't help laughing when she heard this. She subconsciously glanced at Mu Nanyan and gave her a big thumbs up in her heart. She was really the first person in history who dared to say this in front of Mrs. Shangguan.

In Haicheng, anyone who saw Madam Shangguan wouldn't give her some face, but this person, on the other hand, actually started to confront her as soon as they met...

Song Yajun's face turned ashen in an instant, and her carefully groomed eyebrows twitched in anger.

She hated it most when people mentioned her age and plastic surgery, but Mu Nanyan just happened to poke at her sore spots.

"you!"

Song Yajun pointed at Mu Nanyan, her hands shaking with anger, but for a moment she couldn't find the right words to retort.

However, Mu Nanyan looked at her hand pointing at herself, and her face darkened a little:

"You what? You're old, don't you know that pointing at others is very rude? Is this your upbringing? It really opened my eyes."

Song Yajun felt a little embarrassed when she heard this. Normally, she would never do such a thing. She was really confused by Mu Nanyan's anger.

She awkwardly withdrew her hand silently. She was really angry and resentful now, but she suddenly thought of something and felt relieved in an instant. She said to Mu Nanyan with a fake smile:

"Mu Nanyan, your mouth is all you have left. Why do you still expect President Lu to protect you like before?"

Mu Nanyan's face darkened when she heard this. Did everyone else know about her and Lu Yiran's relationship? Was this what Lu Yiran meant?

Ever since she suffered a setback in Mu Nanyan's studio, Song Yajun secretly sent people to investigate her relationship with Lu Yiran.

She even used her father's connections in Beijing to find the person in charge of the Civil Affairs Bureau, but when the other party heard that they wanted to check Lu Yiran's marital status, his face immediately changed.

The person in charge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead:

"Madam Shangguan, aren't you making things difficult for me? Who dares to ask about Mr. Lu's affairs?"

After all, everyone knows that Lu Yiran is a prince in the capital. His marital status is not made public because he obviously doesn't want others to know. If he offends Lu Yiran, will he still have his job?

Song Yajun did not give up, and finally spent a large sum of money to bribe a grassroots staff member.

Only then did she find out that Mu Nanyan and Lu Yiran were indeed married, but they had divorced several months ago. In other words, when she went to cause trouble for Mu Nanyan, the two had already parted ways.

"You're still so protective of her even after the divorce?"

Yajun was puzzled and dug her nails deep into her palms.

She originally thought that Lu Yiran still had feelings for Mu Nanyan and even followed her to Haicheng. Later, she heard her husband say that Lu Yiran planned to stay in Haicheng for a long time to develop. She could only swallow her anger and temporarily suppress her anger.

After all, if the cooperation between the two families is affected because of a woman, it would be more trouble than it's worth. She can still calculate some accounts clearly.

Just when she was about to forget about it, the casual conversation of several wealthy ladies at a card game caught her attention.

"I heard that Mr. Lu returned to the capital?"

"That's right, she's very close to the daughter of the Huashi Group."

"They are so close, I'm afraid the two families are planning to marry each other, right?"

Song Yajun paused as she gripped the mahjong tiles and interrupted casually:

"Is this true? I just heard from my family that Mr. Lu planned to develop in Haicheng for a long time. Why did he suddenly go back?"

Mrs. Li lowered her voice and said:

"Absolutely true! My husband went on a business trip to Beijing last week and saw Mr. Lu and Miss Hua playing golf together at the golf club."

Even though Mrs. Li said this with such certainty, Song Yajun was still skeptical. After all, she had seen how much Lu Yiran had protected Mu Nanyan. Why did he suddenly go back? Was something good about to happen?

In order to verify the news, Song Yajun specially met with Hua Zhengde, chairman of Huashi Group.

Although the other party did not say it explicitly, his words and deeds revealed that the two families were discussing the marriage.

On the way home, Song Yajun touched up her makeup in the rearview mirror, a sneer on her lips. Her eyeliner was sharp and her lips were red as fire:

"It's the parents' orders and the matchmaker's words. Even if Lu Yiran is very powerful, what can he do? He still has to obey his family's arrangements."

What made her even more proud was that this time it was Lu Yiran who took the initiative to return to Beijing.

What does this mean? It means that the man who once stood up for Mu Nanyan is now just an ordinary man who is easily attracted to other people.

She fixed her hair in front of the mirror, with a malicious glint in her eyes:

"They've been married for so many years, and there's no news of the Lu family having children. Mu Nanyan, you're just a hen that can't lay eggs. No wonder Lu Yiran dumped you..."

When Song Yajun was planning how to take revenge, she didn't expect to meet him here today. It was really God's will.

Seeing Mu Nanyan remained silent, Song Yajun raised her red lips in a smug smile.

She deliberately shifted her Chanel bag to her other hand and slowly adjusted her cuffs, a smug gleam in her eyes.

"There's something... you probably don't know yet, right?"

She deliberately dragged out her tone, and gently tapped her chin with her fingers painted with bright red nail polish, expecting to see a panic expression on Mu Nanyan's face.

However, Mu Nanyan just raised her eyes calmly, her cold eyes were like a pool of deep water, without a single ripple.

She gracefully gathered the loose hair around her ears, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips.

Song Yajun's face suddenly turned gloomy.

She had imagined countless reactions from Mu Nanyan: shock, anger, begging... but she had never expected her to be so calm.