Chapter 235 What? Young Master Lu wants to stand up for me?
"Is it not possible?"
Lu Yiran's voice was particularly clear in the quiet living room. He raised his head slightly, looking directly at Mu Nanyan with his deep eyes, and there was a hint of stubbornness in his tone.
"hehe……"
Hearing this, Mu Nanyan curled up the corner of her mouth into a helpless smile and shook her head gently. She turned around and brought the steaming noodles to the dining table. The mist blurred her delicate profile.
"Eat, I'm leaving."
After Mu Nanyan finished speaking, she walked towards the entrance.
"etc."
Lu Yiran suddenly reached out, and his bony fingers gently clasped her wrist. Mu Nanyan looked down at that slender and powerful hand, her brows slightly furrowed.
"What happened again?"
"Stay with me for a while, wait until I finish eating before leaving."
His voice was low and gentle, yet it carried a firmness that could not be refused.
Mu Nanyan tried to pull her hand away, but found that he held it tighter, as if silently declaring that he would not let go unless she agreed.
She sighed and finally gave in.
Mu Nanyan was a little helpless, but finally compromised. Why is Lu Yiran like a child now, needing someone to accompany him when he eats?
"Go eat. I'll leave after you finish."
She sat down on the sofa, her tone somewhat helpless.
After getting the promise, Lu Yiran let go of his hand and turned to walk towards the dining table.
Two golden soft-boiled eggs lie on the Yangchun noodles, dotted with a few slices of emerald green vegetables, and the aroma is fragrant.
He picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. The familiar taste spread on the tip of his tongue. It had been five years, and the taste hadn't changed at all.
He swallowed the noodles in his mouth and asked casually:
"I heard from Chenchen that you've been very busy lately. Why did you suddenly get off work so early today?"
Lu Yiran gently poked the soft-boiled egg with the tip of his chopsticks, and the golden egg liquid slowly seeped into the noodle soup.
Mu Nanyan's expression froze slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the armrest of the sofa:
"There's nothing to do in the studio, so I left work early."
Lu Yiran keenly noticed the difference in her tone.
As a well-known designer in the industry, how could her studio suddenly become idle? He immediately thought of the arrogant Madam Shangguan at noon.
"Is the woman I met this afternoon causing you trouble again?" His voice suddenly became colder.
Mu Nanyan lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her face.
Although the root of the problem was indeed related to Madam Shangguan, the studio itself also had management loopholes. She spoke carefully:
"She never came to see me again."
"That was before? By the way, why did you have a conflict with her?"
Lu Yiran put down his chopsticks and looked at her with burning eyes.
"She wanted me to help design a dress for her daughter, but I didn't have the time, so I turned her down. She felt she didn't pay enough, so we couldn't reach an agreement, and there was nothing I could do."
Mu Nanyan shrugged helplessly as she spoke. Lu Yiran frowned unconsciously. He put down his chopsticks, and the noodles in the bowl were still steaming.
"If she comes to bother you again next time, don't pay any attention to her." His voice was low and contained a hint of danger.
Mu Nanyan looked up at him and couldn't help but chuckle when she saw his serious expression:
"Why, Master Lu wants to stand up for me?"
Lu Yiran didn't respond to her teasing, but just looked at her steadily:
"If she really affects your work, I don't mind letting her know that there are some people she can't mess with casually."
His tone was calm, yet revealed an unquestionable strength. Mu Nanyan was slightly startled, then shook her head:
"No, I can handle it myself."
"Why? This matter can be easily resolved by me."
Lu Yiran looked at Mu Nanyan in confusion, not knowing what she was thinking.
Mu Nanyan took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes:
"Mr. Lu, we're already divorced. It's better for us to cut ties to avoid misunderstandings."
Lu Yiran's fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the bowl, and he looked at her with a serious look. Mu Nanyan paused and continued:
"And even if you help me this time, what about next time? You can't help me every time. There are some things I still need to solve on my own."
Lu Yiran lowered his head. Mu Nanyan couldn't see Lu Yiran's expression and didn't know what he was thinking. Just when Mu Nanyan thought Lu Yiran would not respond, he suddenly spoke in a deep voice:
"What if I could help you all the time?"
Mu Nanyan was stunned, then burst into laughter:
"Even parents may not be able to give unconditionally. What is Mr. Lu's purpose in helping me so much?"
She regretted the moment she said it. This sharp question only made the atmosphere more awkward.
"Forget it. I don't want to know what Mr. Lu's purpose is. It has nothing to do with me. After all, I can handle my own problems."
Lu Yiran stared at her steadily, his Adam's apple moving slightly. Mu Nanyan was still the same as before. No matter what happened, she liked to handle it herself and never depended on anyone...
Mu Nanyan felt uncomfortable under his burning gaze and said to Lu Yiran:
"You've almost finished eating, I'll go back first."
Mu Nanyan walked very quickly this time, not giving Lu Yiran any time to react. When Lu Yiran reacted, he only heard the sound of the door closing.
Lu Yiran looked at the empty room. He was the only one left here...
The noodles in the bowl gradually cooled down. After a long time, Lu Yiran got up to clean up the dishes. After cleaning up the kitchen, he wiped his hands, took out his cell phone and called Song Rui.
Soon, the call was connected, and Song Rui's respectful voice came from the other end:
"Mr. Lu."
"Help me find out what happened in Mu Nanyan's company." His voice returned to its usual coldness.
"Okay, Mr. Lu."
Then Lu Yiran hung up the phone. Song Rui heard a "beep" sound from the phone and then put away the smile on his face.
Song Rui: No, haha.
Song Rui got off work early tonight, which was rare for him. He was chatting on the phone with his girlfriend. When Lu Yiran called him, he knew it was not a good thing, but he still hung up the call with his girlfriend and answered Lu Yiran's call.
He really couldn't laugh at this moment. Helplessly, he called his girlfriend. Soon, a woman's voice came from the other end of the phone. Her voice was very gentle, like the type of beautiful girl next door.
"Brother Rui, are you going to work overtime again?" The female voice on the other end of the phone was gentle but with a hint of loss.
Song Rui rubbed his temples and said with a guilty look on his face, "Well, there's something urgent going on. It's getting late, so you should go to bed early."
"Okay."
The woman on the other end of the phone responded reluctantly.
Song Rui knew she was unhappy when he heard this, and he quickly coaxed her:
"Yu Lan, I'm really sorry. When I have time, I will definitely spend more time with you, okay?"
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