Chapter 351 You Shouldn’t Touch My People
Not only was Mu Nanyan not angry, but a smile of confidence appeared on the corner of her lips.
She calmly picked up the phone on the table and turned the screen towards Song Yajun. The recording interface clearly showed that it was recording.
Song Yajun's pupils suddenly shrank, and her carefully decorated face instantly twisted:
"You...you actually recorded it!"
Mu Nanyan shook her phone gently:
"Madam Shangguan, you admitted this yourself. Now that the evidence is irrefutable, what else do you have to say?"
They had discussed this plan in the car on the way here.
Although Wang Tiezhu has identified Song Yajun, it is hard to guarantee that Song Yajun will not turn around and accuse her of being framed based solely on the testimony of a dying man.
Only by making her admit it herself can we completely cut off the possibility of her revenge in the future.
Lu Yiran looked at Mu Nanyan's cunning smile, his eyes full of indulgence.
In fact, with his power, there is no need to go to such great lengths.
But when he saw Mu Nanyan talking about this plan in the car, and the light dancing in her bright eyes, he could no longer say no.
After all, Mu Nanyan rarely showed such an excited expression in front of him. Looking at such a lively Mu Nanyan, how could he bear to refuse?
"Are you plotting against me?"
Song Yajun finally reacted and dug her carefully maintained nails deep into her palms.
Her resentful eyes swept back and forth between the two of them, and suddenly she turned to Lu Yiran with a sneer:
"Mr. Lu, you and Miss Hua are getting engaged soon. It wouldn't be good if the news of you being entangled with your ex-wife got out?"
Lu Yiran's expression did not change, he just raised his eyelids indifferently:
"So what?"
Song Yajun suddenly straightened her back, and her fingers painted with bright red nail polish clenched her handbag tightly, her knuckles turning blue and white.
She suddenly uttered a sharp sneer:
"Mr. Lu, are you going to go to war with both the Shangguan and Song families at the same time? Is it worth it for a divorced woman?"
Her voice suddenly rose, sounding particularly harsh in the quiet tea room.
When she mentioned the three words "Shangguan family", her chin unconsciously raised a few degrees.
They were the most prominent and wealthy family in Haicheng, and they could shake the entire business world with just a stomp of their feet.
Not to mention that her father, Secretary Song, has been working in the political and legal system for many years, and his students and old friends are spread across the public security, procuratorial and judicial departments.
Thinking of this, a hint of pride flashed in Song Yajun's eyes.
She slowly straightened her clothes, her tone full of condescending arrogance:
"It's true that Mr. Lu is a powerful figure in the business world, but there are some boundaries that should not be crossed."
She glanced at Mu Nanyan meaningfully, and her red lips curled up in a sarcastic arc:
"After all... businessmen shouldn't fight against officials. Mr. Lu should understand this principle better than me, right?"
Under the dim light of the tea room, Song Yajun's well-maintained face was slightly distorted with pride.
She was waiting confidently to see Lu Yiran's expression change. In this circle where power is paramount, no businessman dared to openly challenge the political and legal system.
The air in the box suddenly stagnated, and even the fragrance of tea seemed to be frozen in the air.
Mu Nanyan held her breath unconsciously, but saw Lu Yiran suddenly chuckle.
The laughter was very light, but it made Song Yajun tremble all over.
He slowly and methodically adjusted his cuffs, smoothing out every wrinkle with his long fingers.
When she raised her eyes, the coldness in her eyes made Song Yajun unconsciously take a step back.
"Mrs. Shangguan seems to have made a mistake."
He walked forward slowly, and every step seemed to step on Song Yajun's tense nerves.
"It's not that I want to be enemies with the Shangguan and Song families."
When he was only one step away from Song Yajun, he stopped and looked down at her condescendingly:
"It's you—the one who shouldn't have touched me."
His slender fingers gently tapped her trembling shoulders.
Lu Yiran suddenly leaned over and whispered in her ear:
"If I must say, it should be you—you who want to stir up a dispute among the three families. I wonder what Mr. Shangguan and Secretary Song would think if they knew about this?"
Song Yajun's face turned pale in an instant, and a few strands of hair fell from her carefully styled bun.
She tried to maintain her dignity, but her voice couldn't stop shaking:
"You, you're talking nonsense! I just wanted to teach her a lesson. I never intended to target the Lu family!"
Her eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, and suddenly she shrieked:
"Mr. Lu! The one next to you is the real vicious one! What kind of drug did she give you? Even after the divorce, she still managed to fool you! She's using you to get revenge on our Shangguan family and ruin the years of cooperation between Lu and Shangguan Group!"
Mu Nanyan was almost laughing at the distortion of right and wrong remarks.
With this kind of train of thought, it would be a waste of talent if he didn't act in a palace fighting drama.
She subconsciously looked at Lu Yiran, her fingertips unconsciously pinching into her palms.
She was afraid that Lu Yiran really believed Song Yajun's words and that she was deliberately trying to stir up conflicts among the families.
Lu Yiran seemed to notice her gaze and turned to give her a soothing look.
The look was so gentle that it made Mu Nanyan's heart tremble.
"Are you done?"
Lu Yiran turned to look at Song Yajun with a darkened gaze, his voice filled with unquestionable determination:
"So what if she uses me? I'm willing."
He took a step forward, a terrifying sense of oppression emanating from his body:
"Besides, if she hadn't stopped you, you would be being interrogated at the police station right now."
Song Yajun's pupils suddenly constricted and she looked at Mu Nanyan in disbelief.
This woman whom she had been trying so hard to get rid of would actually plead for her?
She screamed hysterically:
"Impossible! This is all her trick! She's pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy so that you will stand up for her..."
"Shut up!"
Lu Yiran shouted sternly, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"If you dare to slander her again, I don't mind letting you experience the feeling of being hit by a car firsthand."
Song Yajun's legs went limp, and her carefully maintained face twisted into a ball.
The fear of death completely broke her down:
"I, I know I was wrong! It's all my fault! Please have mercy on me, and don't tell my husband and father..."
Her voice was trembling, and her carefully applied makeup had already been smudged, leaving her with no trace of the dignity of a lady.
Lu Yiran looked at her in disarray with a cold expression, his voice icy:
"You apologize to me?"
The implication was obvious: he wanted to seek justice for Mu Nanyan.
Song Yajun's face turned pale and she finally turned to Mu Nanyan:
"Miss Mu..."
"No need."
Mu Nanyan interrupted calmly, a hint of irony flashing in her eyes.
"I can't bear your apology."
The last hypocritical apology was still fresh in her mind, and in the blink of an eye, he sent someone to kill her.
Who would dare to ask for such an apology?
Song Yajun froze in place, her carefully applied eye makeup blurred by tears, making her look like a funny panda.
Mu Nanyan walked slowly to Song Yajun, her eyes as sharp as ice blades:
"Madam Shangguan, I didn't call the police today purely for Fuling and Jiuze's sake."
Her voice was gentle, but every word was heart-piercing:
"You can hire someone to kill you without considering their feelings, but I can't ignore their feelings because they treat me sincerely and I can't let them suffer like this."
She shook her phone gently, and the recording interface appeared in front of Song Yajun again. Her voice suddenly turned cold:
"But if you dare to have any evil intentions again... I don't mind having this recording appear on the police's list of evidence."
Song Yajun's delicate face instantly lost all color, and her nails dug deep into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped blood marks.
"Next time before you take action, please think carefully about the consequences."
Mu Nanyan suddenly chuckled, but there was no smile in her eyes.
"Or, can I help you imagine it?"
Mu Nanyan was really thinking as she spoke. As if she had thought of something, her eyes lit up and she looked at Song Yajun and said:
"'The wife of Haicheng's most affluent family has been sentenced to life imprisonment for intentional homicide.' What do you think of this headline? When this news comes out, will it cause a sensation throughout Haicheng, or even the entire country of China?"
"And life imprisonment seems too light a sentence. I remember this was the death penalty, right?"
When Song Yajun heard the word "death penalty", her face turned pale. Her expression was as ugly as it could be, and her carefully painted red lips kept trembling.
"You said that in order to kill me, you have to sacrifice your own life. Is it worth it?"
Mu Nanyan leaned forward and approached,
"And you think this is the end?"
With every word she spoke, Song Yajun's face turned paler.
Mu Nanyan's voice was as gentle as if she was talking about the weather:
"Just imagine, when the news 'The wife of Haicheng's most wealthy family is actually a murderer' becomes a trending topic, what kind of uproar will it cause?"
She walked slowly around Song Yajun, her two-centimeter shoes making a crisp sound on the floor:
"Shareholders will frantically sell off Shangguan Group's shares, consumers will spontaneously boycott Shangguan's products, and the entire internet will denounce this evil wealthy family..."
Mu Nanyan suddenly stopped and looked directly into Song Yajun's trembling pupils:
"The Shangguan family's century-old foundation is about to be destroyed because of your willfulness."
Song Yajun was struck by lightning, and her carefully made-up face froze completely.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She could only clutch her wrinkled skirt in vain, her knuckles turning a terrifying bluish-white.
Mu Nanyan slowly walked around to Song Yajun and continued:
"After talking about the Shangguan Group, let's talk about Fuling and Jiuze. They are both your biological children."
Song Yajun looked up suddenly, a trace of panic flashing in her eyes.
"Is the reputation of 'children of murderers' nice? Because of your momentary impulse, this label will follow them for the rest of their lives."
Mu Nanyan's voice was very soft, but every word was as sharp as a knife.
"You can die and get over it, but what about them? Decades from now, when people point fingers at you, do you think they will miss you as their mother, or... hate you to the core?"
After Mu Nanyan finished speaking, she seemed to have thought of something. She took out her phone and tapped the screen with her slender fingers. Soon, she pulled up a photo of a majestic elder. She turned the phone towards Song Yajun:
"Look at your father, he served as an official for thirty years, was honest and upright, and was loved by the people. How ironic that such a good official raised a daughter who was a murderer."
Song Yajun was trembling all over, and a few strands of hair were scattered from her carefully styled bun, sticking messily to her pale cheeks.
"Your father's lifelong reputation, and the reputation of several generations of the Song family, will all depend on you, your daughter..."
Mu Nanyan suddenly came closer and whispered in her ear:
"Destroyed in one day."
"ah--"
Song Yajun suddenly collapsed and screamed, covering her ears with her hands.
"Stop it! Please stop!"
She slumped on the ground, her expensive suit wrinkled and her makeup smudged.
At this moment, she no longer looked like a wealthy lady, but more like a mad woman.
Lu Yiran listened from the side and felt that he was listening to a good show, which was really murderous and heartbreaking.
He didn't know how Song Yajun would react after hearing this, but now that Lu Yiran had applied what Mu Nanyan said to himself, he had begun to feel fortunate that he had not done anything unforgivable.
Because he didn't want Chenchen and Mu Nanyan to be hurt because of him.
Mu Nanyan saw Song Yajun's reaction and then stood up. When she turned to look at Lu Yiran, her eyes softened instantly:
"Yiran, let's go."
This affectionate name instantly dissipated the hostility in Lu Yiran's body.
He walked quickly forward, carefully took her hand, and said in an incredibly gentle voice:
"good."
The two of them left together, leaving Song Yajun slumped on the spot.
She stared blankly at the backs of the two people leaving, and Mu Nanyan's words kept echoing in her mind.
Those words were like sharp blades, cutting into pieces the dignity she had carefully maintained.
It was not until the box door closed that Song Yajun began to tremble as if she had just woken up from a dream.
She finally realized how her impulsive revenge had almost led to an irreparable mistake.
Cold sweat soaked through her silk shirt, and her carefully applied makeup had already been smudged.
This noble lady, who had always been high and mighty, finally experienced what it meant to regret her decision.
Lu Yiran opened the passenger door for Mu Nanyan, and after she sat down, he walked around to the driver's seat.
After closing the car door, the only sounds left in the enclosed space were the two people's light breathing.
He suddenly turned around, looking directly at Mu Nanyan with his deep eyes:
"If I do something wrong in the future, you must remind me."
Mu Nanyan was slightly startled, then smiled:
"Even the great Mr. Lu can make mistakes sometimes?"
"In front of you, I will always be an ordinary person who makes mistakes."
His voice was low, and his slender fingers unconsciously stroked the steering wheel.
Mu Nanyan felt warm in her heart and said softly:
"Okay, I promise."
The sunlight from outside the car window shone in obliquely, casting a soft golden hue on Lu Yiran's stern profile.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his whole body became lively.
He asked as he fastened his seat belt:
"Where are we going now?"
Mu Nanyan glanced at her watch. The diamonds on the dial sparkled in the sunlight.
"Go pick up Chenchen, it's time for him to get out of school."
"Um."
Lu Yiran agreed with a smile, and then seemed to think of something and said:
"I haven't seen Chenchen for a long time. Why don't we buy him a blueberry cake? I remember he seems to like blueberries very much."
Lu Yiran felt it necessary to bribe Chenchen, and he didn't know how the little guy would react when he saw him again.
Mu Nanyan was a little surprised when she heard this:
"How do you know Chenchen likes blueberries?"
Lu Yiran subconsciously recalled the scene of Chenchen handing him the small cake, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.
"You made blueberry cupcakes for Chenchen before."
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