In the corridor, Mu Yiran felt a little awkward, sandwiched between two men. She hadn't expected to be introducing a male friend to her elders, especially since this man was Candice, which made her feel even more uncomfortable.

"Uncle Cheng, well, this is my friend, Candice. He's British, and like you, he's one of the sponsors of this show."

Li Bingcheng stopped and nodded in response to Mu Yiran's words, "I know, Mr. Stuart, we met once before in London."

"I'm sorry I didn't greet you sooner."

In fact, Lee Byung-seung didn't want to greet anyone at all, especially after seeing the way the man looked at Ranran, he didn't want to at all.

Shi Youxi over there is disliked, and this British kid over here is equally annoying!

They're all wolves and tigers eyeing Ranran! Not one of them is any good!

Candice, being five years older, was more perceptive. He knew, of course, that Lee Byung-seung was hostile towards him, but not because of hostility as a competitor. Rather, it was because of… what do you call it in Z country?

Oh right!

This stems from the wife's family's contempt for the pigs used to offer cabbage!

So after exchanging a few polite words with Lee Byung-seung, Candice tactfully stepped aside to give the remaining two some space.

However, Mu Yiran doesn't need to be alone with Li Bingcheng. Just now, she was with Wen Qingyu. If Li Bingcheng hadn't come, she might have continued arguing with Wen Qingyu, but it wouldn't have been possible with Li Bingcheng here.

"I didn't mean to show that we know each other in front of outsiders just now," Lee Byung-seung explained cautiously, noticing her expression.

“I know, Uncle Cheng, you don’t need to explain.” Mu Yiran waved her hands.

Li Bingcheng chuckled softly: "The investment was indeed made because you wanted to participate, but it's also beneficial to my company. Ranran, you've never been in this circle before, and I'm afraid you might run into bad people."

Mu Yiran: "Actually, Uncle Cheng, you don't need to worry. I have connections in the group! They're very powerful!"

Li Bingcheng took the opportunity to block the food cart for Mu Yiran, saying, "You mean that little girl from the Mo family? Even if two girls put their legs together, they wouldn't be that thick..."

"With elders around, you two young girls don't need to work so hard. If you need anything, just tell Uncle Cheng, okay?"

Since he'd already put it that way, Mu Yiran couldn't possibly refuse. "Fine! Uncle Cheng, I'll accept this leg that's been delivered to my door! No returns allowed!"

Lee Byung-sung smiled gently. The pretty girl in front of him overlapped with the face in his mind, making his heart soften and ache with a bittersweet feeling. The hand that wanted to pat the girl's head slipped silently into his pocket.

I don't like the smell of smoke, just like her, so I'd better not get her beautiful hairstyle dirty.

He looked Mu Yiran over; she hadn't lost or gained weight, nothing had changed except the ring on her hand was gone. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Then tell Uncle Cheng, how have things been going with that kid these past few days?"

Mu Yiran: "...That kid?"

Lee Byung-seung scoffed, "That kid who tricked you into marrying him."

"…………"

Still angry from their argument before leaving home, Mu Yiran glanced at her phone; there were no message notifications.

It's been over two hours...

She pursed her lips and mumbled, "Let's leave it at that... It was a marriage of convenience anyway."

Does this mean they're not getting along well?

Lee Byung-seung nodded, his tone casual and unintentional: "That's good!"

Mu Yiran: "???"

The banquet hall was behind a half-hidden billboard. Mu Yiran didn't know if any reporters were inside, but to avoid trouble, she asked Li Bingcheng, "Uncle Cheng, how about we pretend we don't know each other for a while?"

Lee Byung-seung glanced over, and she changed her mind: "Half-cooked is fine too!"

"..."

The man was tall and could see the chaotic crowd inside at a glance. He fixed his gaze on the crowd, but instead of answering Mu Yiran's somewhat familiar question, he said, "Ranran, there's someone inside you'll see later... don't be too surprised."

"Don't be afraid, Uncle Cheng will handle anything."

His inexplicably serious yet mysterious tone piqued Mu Yiran's curiosity: "Who is it?"

"Uncle Cheng, could it be that you brought your girlfriend—"

Before he could finish speaking...

The two had already reached the center of the crew's field of vision. Several investors and Candice were sitting next to the director, and two seats were empty next to them. The director called out repeatedly, "Hey! Come on, come on, Mr. Li, whom everyone has been curious about for a long time, and our Aorsa designer, sit down! Now everyone is here!"

"This must be Saorsa's main character designer, right? I thought she was a goddess you secretly hired, Director."

A soft female voice.

Mu Yiran looked in the direction of the voice. They were sitting at a rectangular table, and sitting opposite her were not only Wen Qingyu, but also Jiang Wen, who had inexplicably appeared.

Mu Yiran couldn't see the two people at all. She just stared blankly at the woman who spoke. When she saw that face clearly, she could hardly control herself. A wave of overwhelming sweet and sour tastes rushed to her nose.

Mu Yiran's lips trembled as she asked in a trembling voice, "...Ms. Wen?"