Chapter 333 Miss Mu, make an offer
The receptionist was stunned at first, then her eyes lit up with surprise. Would she be fired?
"Thank you, Madam Shangguan."
She bowed deeply with excitement, her voice choked with sobs, and turned to run into the banquet hall.
Seeing this, Mu Nanyan quickly stopped her and said, "Wait a minute!"
Mu Nanyan's cold voice made her stop in her tracks. The receptionist turned around in confusion, only to see Mu Nanyan looking directly at Song Yajun, saying word by word:
"Did Madam Shangguan forget something?"
Song Yajun clenched her hands hanging at her sides suddenly, and her carefully manicured nails dug deep into her palms.
She bit her back teeth and squeezed out the sound:
"Mu Nanyan! I've already let her go, don't push your luck!"
“Really, no need!”
The receptionist waved her hands hurriedly, fearing that something unexpected might happen, and turned and left in a hurry to entertain the guests.
Mu Nanyan looked at her hurriedly leaving back and sighed softly.
Since the parties involved didn't want to pursue the matter, she couldn't say anything more.
She turned to Song Yajun, her voice suddenly colder:
"So, shouldn't you give me an explanation for slandering me in public just now? I'm not as easy to talk to as she is."
Steward Wang stepped forward at the right moment, his gray eyebrows revealing a pair of sharp eyes:
"Madam, you are indeed in the wrong in this matter. Master values his reputation the most. I hope you will not bring shame to the Shangguan family..."
Song Yajun's chest heaved violently, and her carefully styled curly hair trembled slightly with her breathing.
She stared at Butler Wang, her eyes full of resentment.
Obviously, she was the mistress of the Shangguan family, but he was speaking for an outsider. However, Butler Wang had a special status in the Shangguan family. He had watched her husband grow up, and even her husband had to give him some face. So she could only be polite to Butler Wang.
Mu Nanyan looked at the white-haired old man in front of her with a little surprise.
Although he is old, his back is straight, his eyes are bright, and his every move reveals a dignified demeanor.
She asked softly:
"Who are you?"
"My surname is Wang, and I am the steward of the Shangguan family."
The old man bowed slightly, his voice steady and powerful.
A hint of surprise flashed in Mu Nanyan's eyes. She didn't expect that the Shangguan family's housekeeper would stand on her side, and she didn't expect that the other party could maintain such a fair attitude in such an occasion.
Her gaze unconsciously turned to Song Yajun, with a hint of deep thought in her eyes.
At this moment, she finally understood why Song Yajun, with such a personality, was able to raise children like Shangguan Fuling and Shangguan Jiuze.
It turns out that she is the only unreasonable person in the Shangguan family. I don’t know how the head of the Shangguan family fell in love with her...
Song Yajun was stared at by the two men, and her carefully made-up face gradually became distorted.
Her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, were tightly gripping the handbag chain, until her knuckles turned white.
Asking her to apologize to Mu Nanyan in front of so many people? This is even more painful than killing her.
Song Yajun sneered and elegantly took out a gold-stamped checkbook from her crocodile leather handbag. The diamond-studded pen sparkled dazzlingly under the light.
Her red lips curled slightly, and her voice was full of condescending alms.
"Ms. Mu, please give me a price. How much do you want to put an end to what happened today?"
Mu Nanyan: ???
Mu Nanyan was slightly stunned, then burst out laughing.
Does this Lady Shangguan not understand what people are saying? Or is she old and her hearing is not working well? When did she ask for money?
Seeing her silence, Song Yajun thought she was intimidated by her aura, and continued to tap the checkbook with her fingers painted with bright red nail polish:
"Money or a simple apology? Miss Mu is a smart person. She should know which one to choose, right?"
Song Yajun narrowed her eyes and looked at Mu Nanyan threateningly, hoping that she would appreciate the favor and not be so shameless.
Mu Nanyan suddenly smiled, and her smile was so bright that it was blinding:
"Okay, since Madam Shangguan is so generous... I won't ask for much, one hundred million will be enough."
Mu Nanyan stretched out her slender fingers and made a "one" gesture.
One...hundred million?
Song Yajun seriously suspected that she had heard it wrong. Mu Nanyan was so bold that she dared to ask for 100 million right away.
Her hand trembled, and the pen left an ugly mark on the check, and cracks appeared on her well-maintained face again:
"Miss Mu, are you planning to blackmail me?"
Mu Nanyan blinked innocently:
"Didn't you tell me to make an offer? Could it be that... Madam Shangguan can't even come up with this little money?"
She adjusted her skirt gracefully, and her tone suddenly turned cold:
"Forget it, for Fuling's sake, just apologize to me."
Song Yajun's face looked grim. After going around for so long, she ended up back to where she started?
Song Yajun is not a fool. Would she spend 100 million just for an apology?
Just when Song Yajun was hesitating whether to apologize to Mu Nanyan, she heard a "ding" sound and the elevator door slowly opened.
Hearing the sound, several people subconsciously looked towards the elevator entrance, only to see a man in a suit and tie walking out.
Mu Nanyan glanced at him lightly and then looked away. Because she didn't know him, she thought he was another guest attending the banquet today, so she didn't care. She turned her attention back to Song Yajun, waiting for her apology.
However, Song Yajun's expression suddenly became lively, and a gleam of surprise flashed in her carefully painted eyes, and even her tense shoulders relaxed a little.
Mu Nanyan was a little surprised when she saw this. Why did she see the man in this state?
She turned her attention to the man again, only to see that after he walked out of the elevator, he had no intention of leaving. Instead, he stood sideways respectfully and made a standard "please" gesture.
The next second, Shangguan Jiuze's slender figure appeared at the elevator entrance.
Beside him stood a middle-aged man in a dark suit. Although he was over fifty years old, his upright posture and sharp eyes still revealed an aura of majesty without anger.
Mu Nanyan's attention was attracted by this strange middle-aged man. His eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as Shangguan Jiuze's, and she had a vague guess in her heart.
He must be Shangguan Jiuze's father, right? No wonder Song Yajun looked like she'd seen a savior. I wonder if Mr. Shangguan is easy to get along with...
Shangguan Jiuze came over and saw several people at a glance. He said with a little surprise:
"Mom, Grandpa Wang, why are you and Nan Yan together?"
Shangguan Jiuze was completely oblivious to the situation and he obviously didn't notice the tense atmosphere at the scene.
However, Shangguan He, who was standing aside, narrowed his eyes sharply, glanced back and forth between the three people, frowned and asked:
"What happened?"
Song Yajun immediately stepped forward as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and tightly grasped her husband's arm with her carefully maintained fingers.
She lowered her head slightly, her thick false eyelashes casting a shadow on her face, and her voice was filled with just the right amount of grievance:
"husband……"
This action caused her pearl necklace to sway gently, reflecting a soft glow under the light, perfectly echoing her posture of weakness at the moment.
Mu Nanyan watched coldly from the sidelines and had to admit that this Madam Shangguan was indeed well versed in the art of using softness to overcome hardness.
Only then did Shangguan Jiuze notice his mother's red eyes and Mu Nanyan's tense jawline, and his expression suddenly became solemn.
The butler Wang, who had remained silent all the time, was looking at Shangguan He meaningfully and shook his head slightly.
Shangguan He's sharp gaze swept across his wife's red eyes and Mu Nanyan's tense expression, and finally fell on the face of Butler Wang, who seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"Uncle Wang, what's going on?"
He asked in a deep voice, with an irresistible majesty in his voice.
Steward Wang bowed slightly and spoke carefully:
"Master, there was some misunderstanding between Madam and Miss Mu just now..."
Song Yajun suddenly interrupted Steward Wang and raised her voice:
"Misunderstanding? This woman sneaked into the party with a stolen invitation, and even after I exposed her on the spot, she still spoke rudely!"
Her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, tightly grasped her husband's sleeves and said with a look of grievance:
"Hubby, you have to take charge of Fuling's birthday party!"
Mu Nanyan sneered when she heard this and was about to speak when Shangguan Jiuze stepped forward first.
He frowned and looked at his mother:
"Mom! I personally delivered Nan Yan's invitation. How could it be stolen?"
Song Yajun's face froze, and even her carefully applied makeup couldn't hide her embarrassment. She didn't expect that her own son would expose her in public.
Shangguan He's eyes swept back and forth between the few people, and his sharp eyes stayed on Mu Nanyan for a moment, and he asked in a deep voice:
"Who is this lady...?"
"Dad, this is Mu Nanyan, Fuling's dress designer and my friend."
Shangguan Jiuze introduced, with a clear sense of protection in his tone.
When Song Yajun heard this, her carefully decorated face instantly twisted:
"What! Was the dress you gave Fuling designed by her?"
Her fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, clenched violently, and the diamond bracelet jingled with her excited movements.
Song Yajun finally figured out why Fuling gave Mu Nanyan an invitation. It turned out to be like this...
She suddenly turned to Mu Nanyan, and a sarcastic arc appeared on her red lips:
"Ms. Mu, when I asked you to design a dress, I remember you said you didn't have time, right? Now is it?"
She glanced at her son meaningfully and continued:
"Why, is it that the money I gave you is not enough? Or... are you interested in my son?"
Song Yajun deliberately dragged out her voice. She became more and more excited as she spoke, and her carefully styled curly hair trembled slightly with her exaggerated movements:
"Jiu Ze, look at the friends you make. You treat them as friends, but they might be plotting how to get close to you, how to get close to our Shangguan family!"
"Mu Nanyan, I didn't expect your appetite to be so big. No wonder you dared to ask for 100 million right away. Is this your true ambition? After all, the money I give you is not enough. Are you thinking that as long as you can get close to Jiuze, you can become the young lady of the Shangguan family? That way, you can get all the property of the Shangguan family?"
She suddenly raised her voice to make sure everyone around her could hear:
"Don't you even consider your own status? A divorced woman, how dare you covet our Shangguan family's young master? You're just wishful thinking!"
The scene was dead silent.
Shangguan He and Butler Wang's eyes suddenly became sharp, and they looked Mu Nanyan up and down.
Several passing guests also stopped and pricked up their ears to eavesdrop on this farce.
Song Yajun is now very confident and thinks that Mu Nanyan is a woman who is greedy for money. Lu Yiran must have discovered this, so he divorced Mu Nanyan.
Mu Nanyan smiled instead of getting angry. She elegantly tidied her hair at the temples, her voice frighteningly calm:
"Mrs. Shangguan, it's a shame you don't use your imagination to write novels."
Mu Nanyan seriously suspected that Song Yajun had delusions and paranoia.
Mu Nanyan shook her head slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.
As a woman herself, she really didn't understand why Song Yajun had such deep hostility towards other women.
Could it be that after being locked up in the golden cage of upper society for so long, one has lost even the most basic empathy?
Shangguan Jiuze stood aside and couldn't bear to listen anymore. What was going on?
He finally couldn't bear it anymore and stepped between the two of them.
His handsome face flushed slightly with anger, and his usually gentle voice was now filled with obvious anger:
"Mom! You're going too far! Nan Yan is my honored guest, how can you slander her like this? She's not the kind of person you say she is!"
He turned to look at Mu Nanyan, his eyes full of apology.
Mu Nanyan just shook her head at him, indicating that she didn't care.
This action made Shangguan Jiuze feel even more guilty, and at the same time he felt extremely disappointed with his mother's actions.
He originally thought that his mother was just a little willful. After all, as the eldest daughter of the Song family who had been spoiled since childhood, it was normal for her to have some temper.
But no one would have expected that she would wantonly slander a girl's reputation in public. Doesn't she know how important reputation is to a girl?
A trace of pain flashed in Shangguan Jiuze's eyes.
He never imagined that the elegant and well-behaved mother in his memory would lose her composure like this in public.
When did the Song family's carefully nurtured daughter become so mean?
Song Yajun didn't think she was wrong at all.
On the contrary, she felt heartbroken that the son she had raised with great difficulty was now contradicting her for an outsider.
The pain turned into hot tears that rolled in her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and didn't let them fall.
She transferred all her resentment to Mu Nanyan.
Those carefully maintained hands were clenched into fists, and when her eyes met Mu Nanyan's bright and charming face, the hatred in her eyes almost turned into reality.
This vixen must have used some despicable trick to seduce her son! This thought grew wildly in her mind.
Mu Nanyan felt a chill down her spine from the venomous gaze.
She originally wanted to keep the peace, but then she changed her mind and realized that with Song Yajun's vengeful character, if she didn't make things clear in person today, she would probably be in trouble in the future.
Mu Nanyan looked directly into Song Yajun's eyes, her voice as cold as ice:
"Madam Shangguan, I'm sure you know exactly what happened today. You slander me again and again. Do you think I'm easy to bully or that I don't have a temper? Since you don't want to apologize, we can only meet in court."
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