He had harbored wicked thoughts about Lu Cheng's woman; this was a dead end.
"Mr. Lu, I was wrong." Helpless, President Fan picked up his hand and slapped himself hard on the cheeks several times. The more he slapped, the faster the blood flowed from his forehead, and soon it dripped onto the table.
Lu Cheng seemed not to notice, and said to the assistant behind President Fan, "Refill President Fan's wine."
“My daughter An’an is being unreasonable and has offended Mr. Fan’s kindness. I have to keep Mr. Fan company and make him happy.”
The phrase "my An'an" further confirms his relationship with Mu An'an.
Mr. Fan's heart raced as he listened, wishing he could turn back time, otherwise he would never have allowed Director Liu to bring Mu An'an to dinner.
"Mr. Lu, I was really wrong."
"Drink it," Lu Cheng said calmly.
Two words, coldly: Mr. Fan closed his eyes, picked up his wine glass, and drank it down in one gulp.
If he doesn't please Lu Cheng today, his company will be taken over by Lu Cheng tomorrow.
He drank one glass of wine after another, the burning sensation making him extremely uncomfortable. Coupled with the injury on his forehead, it truly made him feel like he was living a life worse than death.
Not long after, Lu Cheng's phone rang. He stood up, took the phone, and left.
Mr. Fan thought to himself that he could finally be free.
Little did he know that Lu Cheng, who had reached the door, turned to his assistant and instructed, "We must make sure President Fan is happy."
"Okay, Mr. Lu."
As the assistant saw Lu Cheng out, President Fan, who was at the dining table, heard Lu Cheng's words and immediately rolled off his chair.
Lu Cheng ignored it, took his phone, and strode out.
After leaving the private room, Mu An'an received a text message from Lu Cheng, who told her to wait for him at the hotel for a while.
Mu An'an sat down in the lobby area. She was annoyed by what President Fan and the others had said. After sitting down, she took out her phone and looked for the latest news about the Mu family.
The rumors about Mr. Mu having a new love interest had been circulating widely in Nancheng, but they have subsided in recent days.
Mu An'an didn't investigate, so she didn't find anything.
Seeing the news reminded her of her arguments with Mr. Mu, and made her feel particularly sad when she thought about her perfect home.
Feeling down, she called Lu Cheng.
"Have you come down yet?"
Lu Cheng told her to wait for him, so he must be eating here too.
"Um!"
Lu Cheng's brief voice came through the phone, and Mu An'an's heart immediately calmed down.
A short while later, Lu Cheng came downstairs. Mu An'an watched him stride towards her, her eyes reddened, and she quickly got up and rushed over.
"husband."
She called out softly, and Lu Cheng hugged her tightly.
"What's wrong?"
It was obvious that Mu An'an's emotions were not quite right.
"Let's go to the car first."
Mu An'an got out of his arms, turned her head to look around, afraid that some reporters were following them.
Lu Cheng smiled and said, "There are no reporters here."
When they arrived, they had people clear out the paparazzi in the vicinity.
"oh."
"The car is parked in the underground parking lot, let's go."
Lu Cheng put his arm around Mu An'an and headed towards the elevator. Mu An'an nestled in his arms, a warm feeling flowing from the depths of her heart.
She didn't know why her heart ached so much, and she couldn't help but hug Lu Cheng tighter and tighter.
After driving back, Mu An'an hugged Lu Cheng tightly as soon as she got out of the car. Once they got home, they couldn't bear to be apart for even half a step.
Lu Cheng sensed her attachment to him, pursed his lips, and let her hug him as they slowly walked towards the living room.
"What's wrong?"
The two sat down, and Lu Cheng asked.
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