Since he was Mu Baicheng’s private assistant, Chen Wanglin knew what he should and shouldn’t do.
It was clear that Mu Baicheng greatly disliked his daughter meddling in his private life, which is why he had lied about going to City C.
As an assistant, Chen Wanglin had an obligation to help his boss keep this secret.
Moreover,
Chen Wanglin thought that Mu Baicheng and Lin Guixiang were actually quite well-matched.
Lin Guixiang was very attractive and capable.
She was not the kind of person, as Mu Xiaoxiao claimed, who was trying to seduce Mu Baicheng.
More importantly, ever since the Weibo incident had erupted, Chen Wanglin had always felt that Lin Guixiang was the founder of Beauty Chant, President Lin.
But unfortunately,
the founder of Beauty Chant had never come forward to clarify things, and the exposed surveillance footage was blurred, only showing Lin Guimei’s face and not that of the founder of Beauty Chant.
Hearing Chen Wanglin’s words, Mu Xiaoxiao laughed out loud, "What did you just say?"
Chen Wanglin didn’t know why Mu Xiaoxiao would laugh and repeated what he had just said.
Mu Xiaoxiao then said, "You mean that Lin Guixiang my dad knows could very well be the founder of Beauty Chant?"
"Yes," Chen Wanglin said seriously, "Miss, you haven’t met Ms. Lin in person. Descriptions alone are dull. Ms. Lin is a woman of great elegance, and moreover, her manner of speaking doesn’t seem like that of an ordinary person..."
"Nonsense!" Mu Xiaoxiao snorted coldly, "If she were the founder of Beauty Chant, she wouldn’t need to scheme to seduce my dad."
Beauty Chant was about to become the number one skincare giant.
Mu Xiaoxiao had checked.
The founder of Beauty Chant might not have had an illustrious birth, but her life was incredibly inspiring. She had self-taught three languages and was now applying to night school.
How could Lin Guixiang compare to the founder of Beauty Chant?
What was Lin Guixiang, after all?
Her greatest achievement might just be sharing a name with the Beauty Chant boss.
Furthermore, if Lin Guixiang really were the founder of Beauty Chant, she would probably have been unable to resist flaunting that title by now.
Chen Wanglin wanted to say more but was interrupted abruptly by Mu Xiaoxiao, "Watch my dad closely these next few days. If he goes anywhere or meets anyone, remember to report back to me immediately."
"Certainly, Miss," Chen Wanglin said.
Only then did Mu Xiaoxiao hang up the phone.
She had just hung up when Old Lady Mu came down from upstairs.
"Xiaoxiao."
"Grandma," Mu Xiaoxiao immediately walked over to Old Lady Mu and supported her arm.
Old Lady Mu continued, "Who were you just speaking to on the phone?"
"I was talking to my dad’s assistant," Mu Xiaoxiao replied with a smile, "My dad has been in City C for several days now and hasn’t called home. I’m a bit worried."
In fact, this statement was also a form of setting the stage.
What if Mu Baicheng managed to see Lin Guixiang behind Chen Wanglin’s back?
So she had to plant a seed in Old Lady Mu’s mind now.
If Mu Baicheng really did go to see Lin Guixiang, she would take the opportunity to act and let Old Lady Mu see Lin Guixiang’s true colors.
If Lin Guixiang were truly a good woman, why would she let Mu Baicheng go so long without even a phone call home?
Upon hearing this, Old Lady Mu said, "Your dad contacted me this morning, said he had just finished a meeting."
As she finished speaking, Old Lady Mu turned her head to look at Mu Xiaoxiao, "Why? Haven’t you contacted your dad?"
Mu Xiaoxiao was taken aback.
She really hadn’t made contact.
Since her father hadn’t contacted her, she had assumed he hadn’t contacted Grandma either.
She had intended to give Lin Guixiang a bad reputation in front of Old Lady Mu, just in case.
But to her surprise...
Before Mu Xiaoxiao could speak, Old Lady Mu continued, "As a daughter, you should care more about your father when he’s away on business, not just wait for him to contact you."
"Yes, Grandma."
Old Lady Mu patted Mu Xiaoxiao’s hand, "By the way, there’s a Prayer Lamp Ceremony tomorrow at Dazhao Temple. Do you want to go and pray to Buddha and participate in the ceremony?"
Mu Xiaoxiao shook her head promptly, "No, I don’t believe in Buddhism; I believe in Jesus."
She considered the promotion of Buddhism as feudal superstition.
Having grown up abroad, Mu Xiaoxiao naturally had different beliefs from people back in Hua Country.
She even found it incomprehensible that despite years of liberation, so many people still held such superstitious beliefs.
It seemed,
Cutting off the physical queue was easy.
But excising the queues of thought was still quite difficult.
No wonder Hua Country remained so backwards after all these years.
Actually, Mu Xiaoxiao didn’t want to come back to her home country.
Wasn’t living abroad so much better than in Hua Country?
Moreover, having lived abroad for so many years, she had already become accustomed to many things.
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