Chapter 350 Madam Shangguan is truly a forgetful person.
She finally let herself lean into that warm embrace, smelling the fresh scent on his body, and for the first time truly felt that she didn't have to be strong forever, and that she could have someone to rely on.
Lu Yiran felt the slightly trembling shoulders of the person in his arms, and suddenly became at a loss.
His mind, which was always capable of making plans, was blank at this moment. Did he scare her by speaking too harshly just now?
In fact, Lu Yiran knew what Mu Nanyan was worried about. He just couldn't bear to see her being wronged. It was obvious that he was the one who was wronged, but he still had to speak up for others.
When he thought of this, he felt angry and distressed. He had lost his composure in a moment of haste.
Lu Yiran sighed softly, and carefully stroked the top of her hair with his broad palm, while his other hand hugged her tighter.
He lowered his head and said in an unnaturally soft voice:
"Oh...don't cry, I promise I won't call the police, okay?"
At this moment, Lu Yiran no longer had the composure of a business elite, but rather acted like a clumsy big boy.
He was in a hurry to wipe Mu Nanyan's tears. He was really helpless when he saw Mu Nanyan crying. No one told him how to comfort a crying girl.
Mu Nanyan rubbed against him gently in his arms, then raised her tearful face:
"real?"
Looking at her red nose and wet eyes, Lu Yiran's heart softened.
He gently wiped away the tears on her face with his thumb, his eyes so gentle that they could drip water:
"Really, please stop crying..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was filled with unquestionable determination:
"But this matter cannot be let go like this. Song Yajun must give you an explanation, otherwise... I don't mind letting her also taste the taste of near death."
He paused, a fierce look in his eyes.
This time, Mu Nanyan did not stop her.
She leaned quietly against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
Yes, she could choose not to call the police for the Shangguan siblings, but that didn't mean she would forgive Song Yajun for what she had done.
After all, the harm Song Yajun caused her was real, and she couldn't pretend that this had never happened.
Lu Yiran patted Mu Nanyan's shoulder gently. After confirming that her emotions had stabilized, he took out his cell phone from his suit pocket, slid his slender fingers quickly across the screen, and dialed a number.
The call was quickly connected, and a middle-aged woman's slightly tense voice came from the receiver:
"Hello, who is this?"
Lu Yiran's voice was dangerously lazy.
"Madam Shangguan is such a forgetful lady! You can't even recognize my voice."
Song Yajun's hand holding the phone tightened unconsciously.
How could she not recognize this voice? Lu Yiran's unique low voice, with its inherent sense of oppression, was unforgettable once heard.
What's more, Song Yajun was also very uneasy at this time. She had just received news that Lu Yiran was investigating the "accident" in the underground parking lot of Lanting Hotel.
Song Yajun's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition spread in her heart. She suppressed her uneasiness and tried to sound calm.
"Mr. Lu? What a rare guest! Why did you suddenly think of calling me?"
A sneer came from the other end of the phone. Song Yajun seemed to see Lu Yiran's sharp eyes looking directly at her through the radio waves:
"I think, with Madam Shangguan's intelligence, she should know exactly why I made this call."
Lu Yiran paused for a moment, his tone unquestionable:
"Let's meet and talk. I'll send you the address later."
Just as he was about to hang up, Song Yajun hurriedly said:
"What does Mr. Lu mean by this? I really don't understand. Besides, I already have an appointment tonight..."
Lu Yiran's expression turned completely cold, and he said impatiently:
"Really? If Madam Shangguan insists on playing dumb, I don't mind talking to Mr. Shangguan directly. I wonder what he would think when he finds out what Madam has done?"
Song Yajun's face turned pale instantly, and her carefully manicured nails dug deep into her palms.
She didn't expect Lu Yiran to threaten her so bluntly.
Her voice trembled slightly:
"I suddenly remembered that I can cancel my date tonight. Please send me the address."
Hearing this answer, Lu Yiran raised a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth and hung up the phone neatly.
Mu Nanyan, who had been watching quietly, saw the call end and asked softly:
"What did she say?"
"Let's go, it's time to ask for an explanation."
Lu Yiran turned and walked towards her, naturally taking her hand. Mu Nanyan stared at their clasped hands in a daze. The warmth from his palm made her dazed for a moment, and she just let him lead her hand and walk out.
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Song Yajun stared at the hung up phone, her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground.
Her fingers trembled uncontrollably, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back, and her mind was racing:
Why did Lu Yiran suddenly look for her?
Did he find out something?
Or...did that person betray her?
No, it's impossible! She had clearly promised to take care of his family, how could he possibly go back on her word?
Perhaps, Lu Yiran was just testing?
He has no evidence at all?
She picked up the phone tremblingly, her fingertips hovering over the number, almost about to dial it, but suddenly pulled it back at the last second.
no!
If Lu Yiran has already started to suspect her, then this call is likely to be monitored. Wouldn't she be walking into a trap if she called him now?
Song Yajun stared at the phone screen, regret flooding over her.
She was too anxious yesterday! She shouldn't have contacted that person in person, let alone revealed her identity.
If she had been more cautious, even if Lu Yiran suspected her, he wouldn't have been able to trace it back to her...
She stood up suddenly, dug her nails into her palms, and forced herself to calm down.
She walked quickly into the bathroom, took out the new phone card without hesitation, threw it into the toilet, and pressed the flush button.
Crash——
With the sound of flowing water, the card completely disappeared.
Song Yajun took a deep breath and finally regained some composure.
Without evidence, no one can do anything to her! Isn't it just a meeting? She wants to see what Lu Yiran can do to her!
She adjusted her expression in front of the mirror, changed into an elegant and appropriate suit, picked up her bag and went downstairs.
In the living room, Shangguan Fuling was curled up on the sofa watching a drama. When she heard footsteps, she looked up and saw her mother getting ready to go out. She glanced at the time in confusion:
"Mom, it's so late, are you going out?"
Song Yajun paused for a moment, and a natural smile quickly appeared on her face:
"Well, your Aunt Hui asked me to go shopping."
Shangguan Fuling had no doubts and responded casually:
"Then come back early."
"knew."
Song Yajun spoke in a relaxed tone, but when she turned around, she clenched the strap of her bag, her knuckles turning slightly white.
The moment the door closed, the smile on her face completely disappeared, replaced by a cold look.
Shangguan Fuling's attention had already returned to the TV, and she was unaware of her mother's abnormality.
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Lu Yiran chose an antique teahouse.
The sandalwood tables and chairs exude a light woody fragrance, intertwined with the elegant aroma of tea.
The light in the box is soft, and the shadows of bamboos are swaying outside the window. It is indeed a good place for conversation.
Mu Nanyan and Lu Yiran had been seated for a long time.
The atmosphere of the two of them being alone in the enclosed space made Mu Nanyan feel a little uncomfortable.
Especially when I think of those intimate actions between them that crossed the line, my ears start to feel hot unconsciously.
"That person...what are you going to do with him?"
She took a sip of tea and broke the silence first.
"who?"
Lu Yiran raised his eyes, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
"It's the one I met at the villa this afternoon."
Lu Yiran put down the teacup, his expression slightly serious:
"He has cancer, and it's already in the late stages. The doctor diagnosed that he has at most three months left."
Mu Nanyan's fingertips trembled, and the tea in the cup created tiny ripples.
She never imagined that the seemingly strong man would not have much time left.
"Then...will you let him go?"
"Yes, but before that, he must pay the price for his actions."
Lu Yiran's voice was calm, as if this was a perfectly normal thing.
Mu Nanyan breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't care about the man's life or death, she just didn't want Lu Yiran to have blood on his hands.
“Dongdongdong——”
A sudden knock on the door interrupted their conversation.
The door of the box was pushed open and Song Yajun walked in gracefully in high heels.
The moment she saw Mu Nanyan, the smile on her face froze for a moment.
"Mr. Lu."
She quickly adjusted her expression, and when she turned her gaze to Mu Nanyan, her usual fake smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:
"Miss Mu is here too? We just met yesterday, and we bumped into each other again today. What a coincidence."
Her voice was so warm, as if she was greeting an old friend, but her fingers unconsciously clenched her handbag.
Mu Nanyan looked at her coldly, her hypocritical appearance making her stomach churn.
The aroma of tea still lingered, but the air in the box seemed frozen.
Mu Nanyan didn't want to beat around the bush with her anymore, so she asked directly:
"Why are you trying to kill me?"
Song Yajun's pupils suddenly constricted, but it disappeared in a flash.
She tilted her head slightly, revealing just the right amount of confusion:
"Miss Mu, what are you talking about? You can't make such a joke..."
"joke?"
Mu Nanyan suddenly smiled.
The smile did not reach his eyes, but instead caused the temperature in the box to drop sharply.
She slowly stood up, her slender fingers resting on the tea table, and leaned over to approach Song Yajun:
"Mrs. Shangguan, do you think I'm joking?"
The water in the teacup reflected her stern image, swaying slightly with her movements.
Without waiting for Song Yajun's response, Mu Nanyan walked to the side and suddenly lifted up her skirt to reveal the bandaged wound on her knee.
Blood stains were still faintly visible on the edge of the gauze.
"Oh my God! How did Miss Mu get hurt? This is too careless..."
Song Yajun covered her mouth exaggeratedly. She was about to go forward to check, but was stopped by a tall figure.
Lu Yiran took a quick step and stood in front of Mu Nanyan, his eyes as sharp as a knife:
"stop."
Song Yajun was frightened by this momentum and staggered back two steps:
"Don't misunderstand, Mr. Lu. I just want to see Miss Mu's injuries."
Mu Nanyan sneered:
"I really can't bear Madam Shangguan's concern. I might end up dead on the street one day, and I'll have to trouble Madam Shangguan to go to the police station to take a statement."
"you……"
The mask that Song Yajun had carefully maintained finally cracked.
Her chest heaved violently, and her nails dug deep into her palms:
"Ms. Mu, you're slandering me without any evidence. Believe it or not, I'll sue you for defamation!"
Lu Yiran completely lost his patience and tapped the phone screen with his slender fingers:
"Don't you want evidence? Okay, I'll show you."
He turned the screen towards Song Yajun. The blood-stained face of Wang Tiezhu on the screen made Song Yajun scream:
"Ah! Take it away!"
As Song Yajun spoke, she took several steps back, her eyes darting left and right, but she didn't look at Lu Yiran's phone.
"So Madam Shangguan is also afraid? Why didn't you show any mercy when you hired someone to kill someone?"
Lu Yiran spoke word by word, approaching Song Yajun step by step.
But even so, Song Yajun still maintained her dignity:
"Mr. Lu, I don't understand what you're talking about. What do you mean by hiring a killer? I don't even know this person! You can't slander him out of thin air..."
Song Yajun screamed hysterically, her lipstick rubbed against her teeth because of her trembling lips, making her look particularly embarrassed.
Lu Yiran suddenly smiled.
He slowly put away his phone, his slender fingers elegantly adjusting his cuffs.
"It seems Madam Shangguan won't cry until she sees the coffin. Do you think you can pretend nothing happened if you don't admit it?"
The moment Lu Yiran raised his eyes, murderous intent was evident in his eyes:
"Do you want me to call the police and put all the evidence in front of you before you tell the truth?"
Song Yajun's face turned pale instantly. When she heard Lu Yiran say that he was going to call the police, she immediately panicked.
"No! You can't call the police!"
Lu Yiran raised a dangerous arc at the corner of his lips:
"Didn't Madam Shangguan say we were slandering you? If that's slander, then we should call the police and get to the bottom of it."
When Song Yajun saw Lu Yiran take out his cell phone again, as if he was going to call the police, she was completely panicked.
Mu Nanyan was watching this scene from the side, feeling very nervous. She was also afraid that Lu Yiran would really call the police, but now she could only gamble that Song Yajun would collapse first.
"stop!"
Song Yajun suddenly rushed towards Lu Yiran like crazy, trying to snatch the phone.
Lu Yiran swiftly dodged to the side, and Song Yajun lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground with a bang.
Mu Nanyan subconsciously covered her mouth, it hurt just looking at it.
Song Yajun's face was distorted with pain, but she didn't even bother to cry out in pain.
At this moment, she felt unprecedented humiliation. As the dignified Lady Shangguan, she actually fell so embarrassingly in front of everyone.
And now there was no one around to help her, so she could only force herself to get up.
She hurriedly got up, trembling as she straightened her messy clothes and hair, trying to maintain the last bit of her dignity.
As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
Song Yajun kept repeating this sentence in her heart, as if only in this way could she make herself feel better.
She finally took off her disguise and glared at Mu Nanyan with a ferocious look:
"So what if it was me? You should blame yourself! You made me look bad in front of so many people. This is the lesson you deserve!"
Her vicious eyes were like poisoned knives, and she wished she could cut Mu Nanyan into pieces.
The carefully maintained image of a noble lady completely collapsed at this moment, revealing her ugliest inner appearance.
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