Chapter 365 Sorry, I recognized the wrong person
The woman seemed not to hear and turned to leave.
Lu Yiran took a step forward, his slender arms across her face.
"Please wait a moment."
The woman looked at the man in front of her with surprise. The moment their eyes met, Lu Yiran was suddenly stunned.
These eyes...are wrong.
Although they looked about the same, Mu Nanyan's eyes never flickered like this. And...
He took a deep breath calmly.
This scent is the smell of artificial perfume, and Mu Nanyan always has a faint body odor.
She...is not Nan Yan.
"Sorry, I got the wrong person."
Lu Yi then took a half step back and his voice returned to calm.
Su Yun didn't expect that she would be approached by such an outstanding man just when she came out to use the bathroom.
Her gaze involuntarily fell on Lu Yiran, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
The man's slender figure was wrapped in a well-tailored suit. Although the specific brand could not be identified, the smooth lines and faintly shiny fabric made it clear that it was a high-end custom-made suit.
Su Yun secretly guessed that with the way he was dressed, he must be very wealthy.
She snorted in her heart. She didn't believe that the man in front of her had recognized the wrong person. This was just a way for men to pick up girls.
After all, there have been no less than three men who approached her in the past few days using the excuse of "mistaking someone for someone else", but the one in front of her is indeed much better than the previous ones.
"It doesn't matter."
She raised a perfect smile that she had practiced carefully, turned around and left with a reserved look, but deliberately slowed down her pace.
According to past experience, the other party will definitely catch up and ask for contact information at this time.
But even after she took several steps, there was still no movement behind her.
Su Yun bit her lower lip, her high heels unconsciously pausing on the ground. Could it be that she really had misunderstood this time? Wasn't this man trying to flirt with her?
"Sister Yan!"
A clear child's voice suddenly came from behind.
Even though she knew it couldn't be him calling her, Su Yun couldn't help but turn around. What if that man was playing hard to get? And with such a high-quality man, she wouldn't mind taking the initiative.
However, the moment Su Yun turned around, she was completely stunned.
The little boy running towards her was like a smaller version of Lu Yiran! With identical eyebrows and features, and similar outlines, anyone could tell at a glance that they were related.
This...this man actually already has a child?
Su Yun felt a sense of loss in his heart, and the smile he had been trying so hard to maintain almost faltered.
The little boy stopped abruptly after seeing her face clearly, his round eyes filled with disappointment:
"You...you are not Sister Yan!"
There was obvious grievance in the childish voice.
Lu Yiran quickly stepped forward and gently brought the child to his side. His slender fingers gently straightened the boy's messy collar.
"Chenchen, this auntie just looks a bit like mom."
He looked up and smiled apologetically at Su Yun. The smile was polite and distant, no longer showing the warmth he had shown when he approached her just now.
Su Yun stood there awkwardly, his carefully manicured nails unconsciously digging into his palms.
Only then did she realize that her thoughts just now might be extremely ridiculous in the eyes of others.
In order to ease the embarrassment in his heart, Su Yun slowly squatted down to look at Chenchen at eye level and deliberately softened his voice:
"Little boy, who was that 'Sister Yan' you just called?"
Chenchen looked at the strange woman in front of him. Although she was somewhat similar to his mother, the flickering light in her eyes made him feel uncomfortable instinctively.
He subconsciously took a half step back, but still maintained his outward politeness and explained:
"It's my mommy..."
As he spoke, he tugged at the corner of Lu Yiran's clothes, looked at him and said:
"I just thought Sister Yan had suddenly returned and was planning to give us a surprise."
Lu Yiran's warm hands gently stroked Chenchen's hair, and he looked at Su Yun with complicated eyes:
"Sorry, we got the wrong person. You and Nan Yan do look alike from the side."
His tone was polite yet distant, and after he finished speaking, he took Chenchen's hand and turned to leave.
Su Yun froze in place, the name echoing in his ears.
Nan Yan? Mu Nan Yan? How is this possible?
Her pupils suddenly contracted, and her nails dug deep into her palms without her noticing.
Was that man Mu Nanyan's husband? Was that child Mu Nanyan's son? Su Yun's eyes flickered with a shadow, and her delicate face twisted slightly with jealousy.
Su Yun rushed into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror.
She slowly raised the corners of her mouth, but the smile of the person in the mirror was terrifyingly ferocious:
"Whatever she can do, I can only do better."
Her slender fingers stroked her face, which was similar to Mu Nanyan's.
"I will definitely find a man better than her husband..."
Meanwhile, at the other end of the corridor.
Chenchen raised her little face and looked at Lu Yiran with a frown:
"Uncle Lu, are there really people in the world who look so similar? That aunt just now..."
Lu Yiran smiled gently:
"Of course there are. Don't you and I look alike when we were little?"
Chenchen pouted and retorted:
"But we are father and son, isn't it normal for us to look alike? But I've never heard Sister Yan say she has sisters?"
This sentence flashed through Lu Yiran's mind like a flash of lightning.
Although he was a little surprised to see that girl look like Mu Nanyan just now, he had never thought about it in this direction before and thought it was just a coincidence. But now...
He thought of Mu Nanyan's adopted father Mu Feng, and her words about knowing nothing about her biological father... Could that woman who looked so much like Nanyan...
Lu Yiran suddenly felt the need to investigate that woman, but it would be better not to let Chenchen know about this. What if he told Mu Nanyan and the result was not what he wanted, what would he do if it was all for nothing?
He rubbed Chenchen's hair calmly:
"The world is so big, there are all kinds of strange things. It's not surprising that there are two people who look alike."
Lu Yiran's voice remained steady as usual, but his deep eyes darkened, like the sea before a storm, calm on the surface but with undercurrents surging.
His slender fingers unconsciously stroked the crystal buttons on the cuffs of his suit, which was his habitual action when thinking.
"All right."
Chenchen nodded obediently, a relieved expression on his little face.
He actually accepted this explanation easily, or rather, he would rather believe that it was just a coincidence.
Although that aunt looked like Mommy, the way she looked at people made him feel uncomfortable all over, like a small animal being bitten by a poisonous snake.
"Let's go, let's go say goodbye to Uncle Song."
Lu Yiran took Chenchen's soft little hand and felt the child holding his fingers back in dependence.
Back in the brightly lit banquet hall, Lu Yiran's eyes swept over the crowd of people toasting and chatting like an eagle.
The light from the crystal chandelier cast shadows of varying depths on his well-defined profile. Finally, his gaze fixed on the private seat in the corner, where Song Rui was leaning over and whispering something to Qin Yulan.
Lu Yiran squatted down, pointed to the leather sofa not far away for guests to rest, looked at Chenchen and said:
"Chenchen, sit here for a while and don't run around. I'll be back soon."
"I know!"
Chenchen smiled brightly, trotted over and sat upright, his legs swinging gently in the air.
Lu Yiran adjusted his tie and walked towards the corner with steady steps.
When Song Rui and Qin Yulan saw Lu Yiran coming, they immediately put down their glasses and stood up.
Song Rui bowed slightly and said respectfully:
"Mr. Lu."
Lu Yiran's eyes swept across the banquet hall like an eagle, and the light from the crystal chandelier cast a shadow between his deep eyebrows.
He turned to Song Rui and said in a low voice:
"Among the guests invited today, is there anyone who looks particularly like Nan Yan?"
Song Rui shook the champagne glass in his hand violently, and the amber liquid in the glass shook violently, reflecting tiny rays of light.
"Mr. Lu means..."
"I just met a lady in the corridor. She looks about 70% similar to Nan Yan."
"Miss Mu?"
Song Rui was somewhat shocked when he heard this. Someone looked 70% or 80% similar to Mu Nanyan? Why didn't he see it?
"That's impossible. I've been standing at the door greeting guests today and haven't seen anyone who looks like Miss Mu."
"Who are you talking about? Who does he look like?"
Qin Yulan suddenly interrupted, her slender fingers gently stroking the delicate embroidery on the cheongsam.
She was wearing a pink satin cheongsam today. The stand-up collar made her neck look slender, and the buttons at her waist shone like pearls as she moved.
Lu Yiran's eyes fell on her, thoughtfully.
He unlocked his phone, took out a photo of Mu Nanyan's life and handed it to her:
Thinking of this, Lu Yiran took out his cell phone, found a photo of Mu Nanyan and handed it to Qin Yulan.
"That's her, have you seen her?"
Qin Yulan took a closer look and saw that the cuffs embroidered with the butterfly-loving flower pattern trembled slightly:
"Isn't this... Su Yun? It's just that he seems a little different..."
Lu Yiran's eyes flashed, and he took a half step forward:
"Su Yun? Do you know her?"
His deep voice carried an irresistible sense of oppression.
Qin Yulan stepped back unconsciously, the hem of her cheongsam swaying gently with her movements.
She avoided Lu Yiran's sharp gaze and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito:
“Actually, I’m not very familiar with it…”
Song Rui held his fiancée's trembling hand, his voice gentle but firm.
"Yu Lan, what's going on? How did you two know each other? Why have I never heard you talk about this before?"
Qin Yulan took a deep breath, and the pearl necklace on her chest rose and fell;
"It was last week... I met her while trying on dresses in a store. She was also choosing clothes, and we chatted briefly and got along really well... I gave her an invitation... But I didn't see her today..."
Her voice became smaller and smaller, and her pink cheongsam made her cheeks look even paler.
Lu Yiran's expression did not change, but a hint of deep thought flashed in his eyes.
Such a coincidence is too deliberate, but if someone set it up, it would be too clumsy.
When he turned to look at Song Rui and gave him instructions, his voice returned to its usual calmness.
"Song Rui, check Su Yun's background. I suspect...she might be related to Nan Yan."
"Okay, Mr. Lu, leave it to me."
Song Rui nodded seriously.
"I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now."
After Lu Yiran finished speaking, he turned around and left. He walked to the sofa, took Chenchen's hand, and strode towards the exit.
He walked in the corridor, his eyes casually glancing towards the bathroom.
The corridor was empty, and the familiar yet unfamiliar figure was long gone.
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On the way back, Chenchen sat in the child safety seat in the Maybach with his legs dangling, looking sideways at the busy traffic outside the window.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the UV-proof car windows, casting mottled light and shadows on his young face.
He suddenly turned his head, his big black eyes full of curiosity:
"Uncle Lu, where are we going now?"
Lu Yiran raised his head from the tablet, his lips slightly raised:
"Where do you want to go?"
He closed the file and turned his attention entirely to the little figure beside him.
Chenchen wrinkled his nose when he heard this. This action was very similar to Mu Nanyan's look when she was thinking:
"You were the one who brought me out here, so why are you asking about me?"
He asked back seriously, imitating the tone of an adult.
A smile flashed in Lu Yiran's eyes, and he reached out and rubbed Chenchen's soft hair:
"I have an important meeting this afternoon and have to go back to the company."
Noticing the child's momentary dimming look, he added:
"If you want to go out and play, I can ask Uncle Wang to take you to the amusement park."
Chenchen immediately shook his head, his lips pursed into a straight line:
"It's so boring to play alone."
He grabbed the cartoon pattern on the seat belt and spoke in a muffled voice.
"Then... come with me to the company?"
Lu Yiran suggested.
As soon as the words fell, Chenchen's eyes lit up instantly, like two twinkling little stars:
"Really? I haven't been to any other company besides Sister Yan's studio!"
Then he tilted his head and looked at Lu Yiran curiously and asked:
"Is your company the same as Sister Yan's?"
Lu Yiran blinked mysteriously:
"Well... you'll know when you get there."
The driver, Mr. Li, who was sitting in the front driver's seat, saw this scene through the rearview mirror and his hands on the steering wheel almost slipped.
He had been with Mr. Lu for five years, but had he ever seen this business world's devil be so gentle and patient? His wide-open eyes and slightly open mouth were reflected in the rearview mirror.
If the company's executives saw this scene, they would probably be shocked.
Half an hour later, the Maybach stopped smoothly in front of the Dingsheng Group headquarters building.
Chenchen leaned against the car window, looking up at the towering glass curtain wall building. The four gold-plated characters "Dingsheng Group" sparkled in the sun.
His small figure was reflected in the mirror-clear glass, forming a warm picture with Lu Yiran's tall silhouette behind him.
The receptionist was sorting out the visitor registration form when she suddenly heard the familiar mechanical sound of a revolving door.
She instinctively raised her professional smile:
"Hello, welcome to Ding..."
The sound stopped abruptly.
The receptionist was stunned. What did she see? Mr. Lu was actually holding a child!
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