Chapter 372 Who are you?
I'm afraid the funds for opening this store came from him.
Thinking of this, his brows furrowed unconsciously.
Mu Nanyan took action against the Mu family, and it was obvious that she had completely broken with the Mu family.
But Cui Hao said he loved Nan Yan, but secretly took in Mu Feng's daughter and even helped her change her appearance...
There was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of Lu Yiran's lips, but his eyes were cold and intimidating.
What he wanted to know most now was whether Cui Hao knew the true identity of "Su Yun"? If so, what was his mentality? If not... his expression would definitely be very interesting when the truth was revealed.
"Thanks for your hard work."
He said lightly and hung up the phone.
The sound of children's laughter could be heard from the amusement facilities in the distance, but Lu Yiran's eyes became more serious.
He stared at the screen of his phone, his knuckles tapping lightly on the railing, his thoughts swirling.
Why did Mu Yunshu have plastic surgery to look like Nan Yan?
Was it simply imitation, or...something else? A desire to get close to someone close to her? Like...Cui Hao?
Lu Yiran stood in the dappled shade of a tree, his slender fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of his phone. The light from the screen flickered in his deep eyes.
He subconsciously looked towards the trampoline. Chenchen was having a lot of fun with a few other kids, his rosy little face filled with a pure smile.
That carefree look made Lu Yiran's tense mouth relax slightly, but it quickly turned into a straight line again.
After much hesitation, he finally opened the assistant's dialog box:
【Send me Cui Hao's number. 】
Almost the next second, a string of numbers popped up.
Lu Yiran stared at the number, his thumb hovering above the dial key for three seconds before pressing it hard.
“Beep—beep—beep—”
The long waiting tone echoed in my ears, and just before the system was about to hang up automatically, the call was suddenly connected.
"Hello, who is this?"
Cui Hao's voice sounded distant, and there was the sound of shuffling papers in the background. It was obvious that he was dealing with something.
"It's me, Lu Yiran."
Lu Yiran's voice was deeper than usual. There was the sound of a chair moving on the other end of the line, and Cui Hao's tone became noticeably higher:
"Mr. Lu? Aren't you accompanying Chenchen? Why did you suddenly think of calling me? Did something happen to Chenchen?"
Cui Hao's speech speed unconsciously increased, and even his breathing became rapid.
"Chenchen is fine, I have some questions for you."
"What do you want to ask, Mr. Lu? Just ask directly."
"What is your relationship with Su Yun?"
The crisp sound of a pen falling from the other end of the phone was particularly harsh in the silent office.
Cui Hao's breathing clearly stopped for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was icy:
"When did Mr. Lu become so interested in my private life? I remember you've asked this question before."
Without waiting for Lu Yiran's response, Cui Hao continued, each word coming out from between his teeth:
"No matter what the relationship between me and Su Yun is, Mr. Lu, please don't bother with it. Mr. Lu, you should take care of yourself when you have time."
"I accept that Nan Yan chose you, but if you dare to let her down, I will be the first one to not let you go."
Cui Hao suddenly raised his voice, and the documents on his desk were crumpled into a ball. His eyes were bloodshot behind his lenses, like an enraged trapped beast.
Lu Yiran chuckled softly, his laughter filled with undisguised sarcasm:
"What qualifications do you have to say such things to me? You keep saying you like Nan Yan, but then you turn around and get involved with another woman. How can you even talk about liking someone?"
There was a sound of knuckles cracking from the other end of the line.
Cui Hao's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his chest felt like it was being pressed by a huge rock. He knew, of course, that he had long lost the qualifications to like her, but in front of Lu Yiran, his pride would not allow him to bow his head.
"It's my personal matter, Mr. Lu, please don't worry about it." Cui Hao squeezed out these words from between his teeth.
"Yeah?"
Lu Yiran suddenly stopped smiling, his eyes were sharp as a knife, but his voice was frighteningly soft:
"I thought your so-called love for Nan Yan would at least allow you to maintain a minimum level of loyalty."
"What do you mean?" Cui Hao's voice suddenly became heavy.
Lu Yiran adjusted his cuffs slowly, as if discussing today's weather:
"Nothing, just interesting. Some people talk about true love all the time, but they can't even tell if the person sleeping next to them is a human or a ghost."
Deathly silence spread across both ends of the phone. Cui Hao's temples were throbbing and his ears were buzzing.
"Lu Yiran, what do you want to say?"
Lu Yiran raised the corners of his lips, his voice was as light as a feather, but as heavy as a thousand pounds:
"I suggest Mr. Cui to thoroughly investigate the background of your Miss 'Su Yun' and find out who she really is. I hope that by then, you can still confidently say that you like Nan Yan."
After saying that, he hung up the phone neatly.
"beep--"
Cui Hao gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.
Lu Yiran's meaningful words were like a poisoned thorn, piercing deep into his heart and making his breathing stagnate.
Is Su Yun...something wrong? Who is she?
He murmured the name softly, his brows unconsciously furrowed.
He quickly returned to his desk, his slender fingers flying across the keyboard, typing out a series of complex codes.
The data on the screen scrolled like a waterfall, finally stopping at an unusually concise personal profile.
Cui Hao's body suddenly stiffened.
The cold white light from the monitor shone on his face, which had suddenly lost its color. The strands of hair on his forehead were soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his taut temples.
His fingers trembled slightly as they hovered above the keyboard, and his knuckles unconsciously pressed against his lips and bit them, leaving a circle of white teeth marks.
"This is impossible..."
As one of the top hackers in the country, he had never encountered such a strange situation before, where a person's past could be completely wiped out like with an eraser.
Su Yun’s ID card was only obtained two months ago, and all the records before that disappeared without a trace, as if he had appeared out of thin air in this world.
"Bang!"
Cui Hao suddenly pushed the keyboard away and stood up.
The high-end custom-made leather shoes paced back and forth on the carpet, making a dull sound that intertwined with his disordered heartbeat.
In a trance, he recalled the scene of his first encounter with Su Yun. Under the dim lights of the bar, she was walking back and forth in the bar. He noticed at a glance that her profile was strikingly similar to Mu Nanyan's...
"I suggest Mr. Cui to thoroughly investigate the background of your Miss 'Su Yun' and find out who she really is."
Lu Yiran's words were like a poisoned knife, piercing into his solar plexus.
If even her identity was fake, what about her appearance? Could it also be an elaborate hoax?
Cui Hao forced himself to calm down and quickly pulled up the photos from Su Yun’s circle of friends.
His finger paused on the screen for a second, and then he sent a message to his best friend in Country F:
[Urgent, help me analyze whether this face has had plastic surgery. ]
The other party was the most prestigious plastic surgery director in Country F, who could tell the signs of plastic surgery from just a photo. In less than three minutes, the reply popped up:
[She's had a complete facelift. Her cheekbones, jawline, and nose bridge all have obvious surgical marks, and the canthoplasty surgery on her eyes was particularly detailed.]
The phone fell to the ground with a "bang".
Cui Hao staggered back two steps and knocked over the chair behind him.
He stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face on the screen, and suddenly his stomach ached, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his internal organs.
"Who...are you?"
Su Yun's exquisite face was actually modeled after Nan Yan's? Is there some connection between them?
Cui Hao suddenly realized something, turned around and rushed back to the computer.
His fingers tapped frantically on the keyboard, and the collision of his fingertips and keys made a rapid tapping sound, just like his wildly beating heart.
This time he changed the direction of his search and directly hacked into the database of the International Plastic Surgery Hospital.
When the medical records of "H Country St. Mary's Plastic Surgery Hospital" popped up on the screen, his pupils suddenly constricted and his breathing was choked.
The person on the screen was Su Yun - no, it should be said that she was before the plastic surgery.
The real name was marked under that unfamiliar face: Mu Yunshu.
Snap!
His coffee cup was knocked over, and the dark brown liquid flowed freely on the solid wooden table, just like the biting chill spreading in his heart at this moment.
My fingertips were shaking uncontrollably, causing my entire arm to go numb.
"Mu... Yunshu?"
His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and his throat was as dry as if he had swallowed a handful of rough sand.
This surname was like a heavy hammer, hitting his solar plexus hard - Mu Feng's biological daughter, Mu Nanyan's nominal sister.
Memories came flooding back.
He was there when the Shen family suddenly came to find Mu Nanyan, and later he specially investigated the Mu family's background.
He had a vague impression of this girl named Mu Yunshu.
At that time, Mu Nanyan was able to successfully find out Lin Wan's past thanks to his assistance.
None of them took this insignificant girl seriously, and Mu Nanyan didn't even intend to pursue the matter. After all, it was all a grudge of the previous generation.
After Mu Yunshu fled in a hurry that night, they never paid attention to her whereabouts again.
But who could have imagined that half a year later, she would reappear with a completely different look and even had plastic surgery to look like Mu Nanyan!
Crash——
Cui Hao's hands trembled violently, and the folders scattered all over the floor. He was actually... with the daughter of Mu Nanyan's enemy?
Su Yun's gentle smile kept flashing back in his mind. Those expressions that once made his heart beat faster were now like poisoned blades, slicing his heart one by one.
Was her approach a coincidence or a long-planned move? What exactly did she intend to do by bearing Nan Yan's face?
"Bang!"
Cui Hao suddenly stood up and punched the wall.
Blood oozed from his knuckles, but he felt no pain at all. Anger and betrayal surged through his chest, burning his eyes.
How ironic! He even swore in front of Lu Yiran that he loved Nan Yan!
The cool touch of metal as he grabbed the car keys brought him back to reality a little.
He had to find that imposter immediately—no, Mu Yunshu! Today, he had to find out what kind of vicious intentions were hidden behind this elaborate scam!
Cui Hao's car was speeding on the road, and the neon lights outside the window were stretched into blurred colorful lines, just like his confused thoughts at the moment.
His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white, and he stepped on the accelerator almost to the bottom, as if only in this way could he vent the anger surging in his chest.
She lied to him.
She is not Su Yun at all.
At this time, Cui Hao's hatred for her had reached its peak. He never thought that one day he would fall into the hands of a plastic surgery woman.
The car slammed to a stop in front of the hotel, and the tires made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground.
Cui Hao pushed open the door and rushed out without even waiting for the car to stop completely.
The elevator was rising maddeningly slowly. He stared at the jumping floor numbers, breathing heavily as if he was suppressing some emotion that was about to explode.
bite--
The elevator door slowly opened.
He strode towards the suite, swiped his card and pushed the door open, but—
The room was empty.
The lights were still on, the bed was tidy, and there was a faint scent of perfume in the air, the one Su Yun often used, but she was not there.
Cui Hao's temples were throbbing. He looked around, sweeping his eyes over the dressing table, bathroom, balcony, and even the closet, but there was no sign of her.
Where did she go?
Did he realize that he had discovered the truth, so he escaped early?
He took out his cell phone, almost crushing the screen with his fingers, and dialed Su Yun's number.
“Beep—beep—”
The moment the phone was connected, his breathing suddenly stopped.
On the other end of the phone, Su Yun's voice was still gentle, with a hint of doubt.
"Ahao? What's wrong?"
Su Yun was a little surprised to receive a call from Cui Hao suddenly, because Cui Hao had never called her at this time before.
He gritted his teeth and said in a horribly low voice:
"Where are you?"
"I'm in the cafe downstairs. I just met a friend."
She paused, as if she noticed something was wrong with him.
"Your voice... isn't right. What happened?"
He said coldly:
"Come back immediately, now."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then she responded softly:
"good."
Cui Hao hung up the phone, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and overlooked the night view of the city.
The glass reflected his tense profile, with complex emotions surging in his eyes.
What does she want to do?
Did she approach him to take revenge on Mu Nanyan? Or did she have other motives?
The sound of the door lock turning was heard.
He slowly turned around, his eyes as sharp as a knife, piercing straight at the door -
Su Yun pushed the door open and walked in with a gentle smile on his face:
"Why are you so anxious all of a sudden..."
Her voice stopped abruptly.
Cui Hao's eyes were so cold that she froze in place instantly.
"Mu Yunshu."
He uttered these three words slowly, a storm suppressed in his voice.
"Did you have fun?"
Her pupils suddenly constricted, and the color on her face drained away completely.
The name Mu Yunshu struck her mind like a bolt of lightning, and Su Yun's breathing instantly stopped.
Mu Yunshu?
How long had it been since she last heard that name? Three months? Six months? Ever since she had transformed herself and completely abandoned her past, "Mu Yunshu" had become like a ghost from a past life, locked away in the darkest corners of her memory.
But now, it was pulled out by Cui Hao.
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