Chapter 332 I hope Madam Shangguan will keep her word
"I don't know what you want to say."
Mu Nanyan asked lightly, and Song Yajun's face instantly showed a happy expression, and the expression of Mu Nanyan begging her to tell her unconsciously emerged in her mind.
Song Yajun was about to speak, but she saw Mu Nanyan had turned around and ignored her, leaving only a few words:
"But whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it."
These words were like a slap in the face to Song Yajun.
The "breaking news" she had carefully prepared was so insignificant in Mu Nanyan's eyes.
Song Yajun was so angry that she was shaking all over, and her carefully manicured nails dug deep into her palms.
Mu Nanyan no longer paid attention to Song Yajun and turned to walk towards the banquet hall.
Her slender back was straight and every step she took was graceful and calm.
Seeing that the two knew each other, the receptionist did not stop them. But just as Mu Nanyan was about to step into the banquet hall, Song Yajun's voice rang out behind her:
"stop!"
Song Yajun stepped forward quickly in her ten-centimeter high heels. Her diamond-studded handbag gleamed dazzlingly under the light. She looked at Mu Nanyan, her red lips curled up in a sarcastic arc:
"Ms. Mu, a designer like you should be eager to make connections at this kind of event, right? Unfortunately, not just anyone can enter our Shangguan family's banquet."
After she finished speaking, she suddenly turned to the receptionist and raised her voice:
"I spent a lot of money to invite you here, just to let anyone in casually?"
The receptionist's face turned pale instantly, and her fingers unconsciously tightened the hem of her uniform.
"I'm sorry, Madam Shangguan, I saw that you knew each other, and I thought this lady was invited by you, so..."
However, Song Yajun didn't listen to her explanation at all and said coldly:
"You are fired. We don't need someone as unprofessional as you here."
As she spoke, she waved her fingers painted with bright red nail polish impatiently.
When the receptionist heard this, she panicked. Her mother had used a lot of connections to get her this job. If her mother knew... she would be finished!
"Mrs. Shangguan, I really... really know I was wrong. Could you please not fire me... I really need this job..."
The receptionist's voice trembled and her eyes instantly turned red. She looked at Song Yajun with pleading eyes, hoping that she would forgive her this time.
However, Song Yajun stood aside and ignored her words.
Mu Nanyan turned around abruptly, a hint of anger flashing in her clear eyes:
"What qualifications do you have to fire someone at will?"
Song Yajun seemed to have heard a joke and chuckled:
"Qualifications? Because she neglected her duties and allowed strangers to sneak into our Shangguan family's banquet."
Mu Nanyan was stunned when she heard this. Their family party? Wasn't this Fuling's birthday party? Wait! Mu Nanyan suddenly remembered what the receptionist had just called Song Yajun, Madam Shangguan? She...she was Shangguan Fuling's mother?
Mu Nanyan realized the relationship between the two, and her eyes changed when she looked at Song Yajun. She had never expected that the mother of Shangguan Fuling and Shangguan Jiuze would be this domineering woman in front of her...
So when Song Yajun came to the studio to find her, it was actually to ask her to design a dress for Shangguan Fuling?
It's really a coincidence...
Thinking of Shangguan Fuling, Mu Nanyan took a deep breath and spoke to Song Yajun in a more polite manner:
"If I can produce the invitation, does that mean she wouldn't be considered derelict in her duty? Shouldn't you apologize to her?"
Song Yajun felt as if she had just heard a ridiculous joke. Mu Nanyan actually asked her to apologize to the waiter? How ridiculous! A trace of distortion flashed across her well-maintained face.
But Song Yajun changed her mind and resumed her superior attitude:
"Okay, as long as you can show me the invitation letter, I won't fire her and I can even apologize to her."
When the receptionist heard this, her eyes lit up and she looked at Mu Nanyan with hope, hoping that she could really produce the invitation letter so that she could keep her job.
However, Song Yajun continued to smile and said:
"Miss Mu, you don't think you can get away with just a piece of paper, right?"
A hint of confidence in victory flashed in Song Yajun's eyes, and her red lips curled up slightly.
She personally took care of every detail of the birthday party, from the guest list to the seating arrangement, and even the way to fold the napkins.
She would never allow any accident to ruin her precious daughter's 20th birthday ceremony.
However, Mu Nanyan ignored Song Yajun's ridicule and just looked at her calmly:
"I hope Madam Shangguan will keep her word."
"That's natural."
Song Yajun raised her chin, and her diamond earrings sparkled brightly under the light.
The confrontation between the two has caused quite a stir.
The newly arrived guests stopped to watch, whispering to each other.
Some people recognized Song Yajun and immediately showed expressions of anticipation; others looked at Mu Nanyan, wondering about the background of this lady with outstanding temperament.
The guests in the banquet hall were also attracted by the movement at the door and gradually gathered around. For a moment, the originally solemn banquet entrance became the focus of everyone's attention.
Butler Wang, who had just finished checking the banquet schedule with the staff backstage, immediately noticed the movement at the door. Seeing so many people gathered at the door, he thought something big had happened and hurried forward to check.
"What's going on?"
"It seems like someone is trying to break in without an invitation..."
"Isn't that Madam Shangguan? Who dares to cause trouble at her daughter's birthday party?"
…
When Butler Wang approached, he heard people discussing in low voices. After knowing what had happened, Butler Wang breathed a sigh of relief.
Butler Wang pushed through the crowd and walked forward, his gray eyebrows slightly wrinkled.
He was very curious about who was so bold as to cause trouble at the Shangguan family's banquet.
When he saw the cold and aloof woman in the center of the field, he was startled.
Mu Nanyan was wearing a simple white dress, and she looked like a proudly blooming white plum blossom in the crowd, confronting Song Yajun calmly.
Song Yajun's fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, gently stroked the pearl necklace, her tone full of condescending superiority:
"Miss Mu, if you can't produce it, then I have no choice but to ask you to leave."
Her red lips curled slightly, and her eyes sparkled with victory.
Mu Nanyan ignored the whispers around her and opened her handbag gracefully with her slender fingers.
Amidst everyone's curious or contemptuous gazes, she took out a gold-stamped invitation, the gilded patterns radiating a low-key and luxurious luster under the light.
She handed the invitation to Song Yajun and said in a cold voice:
"Please take a look."
Song Yajun's pupils shrank slightly, and her carefully groomed eyebrows were raised high.
She stared at the invitation in front of her, stunned. How...how could this be possible? How could Mu Nanyan have an invitation? She had personally drawn up the guest list, and she wasn't even invited!
She snatched the invitation, her fingers painted with bright red nail polish trembling slightly. She roughly turned the inner page, and when she saw the unique anti-counterfeiting watermark, her well-maintained face instantly distorted.
Mu Nanyan quietly watched the changes in the other person's expression and said with a faint smile:
"Now Madam Shangguan should be able to fulfill her promise, right?"
The guests around held their breath at the same time, their eyes moving back and forth between the two of them.
Some people have begun whispering, wondering whether the always domineering Mrs. Shangguan will admit her mistake.
At this moment, Song Yajun's expression suddenly changed. She tightly grasped the invitation letter, her sharp nails almost piercing the paper.
"How is this possible? I personally drew up the guest list. I didn't invite you at all. How do you have an invitation?"
She suddenly sneered and held the invitation high up:
"Everyone, take a look! This must have been stolen! Why would our Shangguan family invite such a low-class designer?"
There was an uproar in the crowd.
The ladies covered their red lips with their diamond-studded fingertips, the gentlemen in suits exchanged meaningful glances, and the discussion surged like a tide:
"Stealing an invitation? That's too despicable."
"He looks like a respectable person, but I didn't expect..."
"You can only judge a person by his appearance but not by his heart!"
…
Song Yajun watched with satisfaction as public opinion turned to her side, her red lips curled up in a triumphant arc.
She elegantly arranged her pearl necklace and looked down at Mu Nanyan condescendingly:
"Miss Mu, what else do you have to say now?"
Mu Nanyan's expression remained unchanged in the face of Song Yajun's aggressive questioning and the strange looks from the guests around her.
She glanced at everyone, a faint sneer appearing at the corner of her lips.
"Madam Shangguan, I don't think we have any deep hatred towards you, right? Why are you slandering me like this?"
Song Yajun was stunned by her words, then sneered:
"Slander? Miss Mu, you sneaked into our Shangguan family's banquet with an invitation letter of unknown origin, and now you accuse me of slandering you?"
Mu Nanyan's eyes were slightly cold, but her voice remained elegant and restrained:
"No matter where this invitation came from, shouldn't Madam Shangguan first fulfill her promise and apologize to this young lady?"
Her eyes swept over the trembling receptionist.
There was gratitude but also deep worry in the other person's eyes. She was afraid that there was something wrong with Mu Nanyan's invitation letter, and she was even more afraid that she would lose her job because of it.
The receptionist waved her hands hurriedly, her voice trembling:
"No, no need to apologize! Since Miss Mu has an invitation, this is just a misunderstanding... Let's just forget it. I just want to keep this job..."
The waiter really wanted the matter to end here, otherwise it would be difficult for everyone if things got worse.
However, Song Yajun clearly had no such intentions, nor did she realize that the waiter was trying to give her a way out. If she had taken this step, the matter would have been over, but she simply refused to believe it and felt that her guess was correct. Otherwise, why didn't Mu Nanyan dare to answer her? She was clearly trying to change the subject!
"Apologize? Do you deserve it?"
Song Yajun seemed to have heard a huge joke, her red lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, she turned to Mu Nanyan, her eyes flashing with malice:
"You stole the invitation, and you dare ask me to fulfill my promise? You're dreaming!"
Mu Nanyan sighed softly and completely lost her patience.
She took out her cell phone from her bag swiftly, tapped the screen a few times with her slender fingers, and then sent a message. She soon received a reply from the other party. In front of everyone, Mu Nanyan directly clicked on the voice message.
Shangguan Fuling's voice came clearly from the phone:
"Sister Nanyan, you're here already? I'm still getting my hair done. Why don't you come find me on the 97th floor?"
Song Yajun's face suddenly changed, and her carefully drawn eyebrows raised high. This was the voice of her beloved daughter!
Mu Nanyan put away her phone and looked directly into Song Yajun's eyes:
"The invitation was given to me by Fuling. Mr. Shangguan Jiuze personally delivered it to my studio yesterday. Do you want me to call him over to confirm it?"
“No need!”
Song Yajun almost gritted her teeth and squeezed out these three words.
Her carefully maintained face was now terribly distorted. She had previously given Shangguan Fuling several invitations so that she could invite her friends and classmates to her birthday party, but she never expected that Fuling would actually give the invitations to the woman in front of her.
Mu Nanyan took a step forward, her voice suddenly cold:
"Mrs. Shangguan, I don't know why you have such a deep prejudice against me, but I want to remind you that defamation in public is legally punishable. If you refuse to apologize, I don't mind taking legal action."
Butler Wang stood aside, his eyes behind his reading glasses fixed on Mu Nanyan's profile.
The look on her face when she spoke made him feel familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before. Moreover, he was sure that he had never seen this girl before, so why did she make him feel familiar? It was really strange...
He didn't have time to think about it at this moment. He took a step forward at the right time, his eyes behind his reading glasses flashing with a complex light:
"This lady is right, madam, this matter..."
Song Yajun's face, which was covered with thick foundation, turned pale and blue, and her carefully applied makeup could not hide her embarrassment.
She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
The atmosphere on the scene suddenly changed subtly.
The guests tacitly looked away and gathered in small circles in twos and threes, as if the tense confrontation had never happened.
The crisp clinking of champagne glasses and the deliberately raised volume of laughter quickly filled the entire room.
Several ladies pretended to be very interested in the artwork on the wall, but in fact they still glanced over here from the corner of their eyes from time to time; several business elites suddenly became extremely enthusiastic about a certain investment project, and their voices were just loud enough.
Although there were still gossipers who wanted to see how Song Yajun would end up, reason prevailed. Watching Madam Shangguan make a fool of herself was simply digging their own graves. If the matter was investigated later, the consequences would be something they could not bear.
Mu Nanyan watched this hypocritical social performance coldly, with a hint of sneer at the corner of her lips.
These so-called upper-class people change their expressions faster than turning the pages of a book.
Mu Nanyan's eyes were always fixed on Song Yajun, and that cold gaze seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.
Song Yajun felt uncomfortable when she looked at her, and her exquisite makeup could not hide her increasingly stiff expression.
Song Yajun turned away and suddenly turned to the receptionist beside her, and ordered in a stiff tone:
"Go and greet the guests."
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