Chapter 397: Mr. Lu is holding a woman's hand?
The next morning, Lu Yiran woke up slowly under the influence of his biological clock.
Before he could fully regain consciousness, he subconsciously reached out to his side, but found nothing.
He opened his eyes and found that the place next to him was cold and he was the only one in the bed.
Outside the bedroom door, I could faintly hear the sizzling sound of a frying pan and the subtle clatter of dishes in the kitchen.
There seemed to be a faint aroma of food floating in the air.
He could almost imagine Mu Nanyan's slender back in an apron, busy in front of the stove.
The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a gentle arc.
Being able to feel such down-to-earth happiness when waking up is a warmth he had never expected in the past.
He sat up and his eyes accidentally swept across the dark sheets. A few thin and soft hairs that did not belong to him were particularly conspicuous. They were left by Nan Yan.
Looking at those long hairs, Lu Yiran seemed to suddenly think of something and his eyes paused slightly.
The tearful look on her face as she recounted the past last night, as well as her hesitation and vague expectation about finding her biological father, reappeared before his eyes.
The promise has been made, and he will naturally do it for her.
Without hesitation, he gently and carefully picked up the long hair from the bed sheet.
Then he got out of bed, walked to the desk, found a clean small sealed bag from a drawer, put the hair in with great care, and sealed it.
He pinched the transparent sealed bag containing black hair, his eyes becoming deep and determined.
This is the first and crucial step.
Modern technology is sufficient to extract decisive information from this, providing the most core direction for his subsequent search.
He put the sealed bag away properly and then went to the bathroom to wash up.
When Lu Yiran finished washing up and walked out of the bedroom, he saw Chenchen sitting upright on his own exclusive dining chair, holding a glass of milk and eating the exquisite fried eggs on the plate in small bites.
Mu Nanyan was placing a piece of freshly baked toast on his seat when she heard footsteps. She turned around and smiled at him with a smile on her face.
"Just in time, your breakfast is ready."
Looking at her wearing an apron, with beads of sweat on her forehead but a warm smile, Lu Yiran's heart suddenly softened, and then he was overwhelmed by a strong sense of reluctance and pity.
He walked over quickly, took the plate from her hand without saying anything, and placed it gently on the table.
His big hand grasped her wrist, and his fingertips caressed her slightly slender fingers due to years of drawing. His tone was filled with undeniable heartache:
"Nan Yan, how about... you and Chen Chen move into my villa? There's a chef there, and someone will take care of your daily life. You won't have to get up early and stay up late every day to prepare all this. It's too tiring."
Mu Nanyan shook her head without even thinking, pulled her hand back, and said in a relaxed but firm tone:
"I'm not going. I think it's nice to live here. There's a sense of life there."
She paused, her eyes filled with genuine affection.
"Besides, I really enjoy cooking and seeing your satisfied faces when you eat the food I make. This isn't hard work; this is enjoyment."
"To enjoy it occasionally is fun, but to do it every day is a burden."
Lu Yiran frowned slightly, his attitude firm.
"Look at you. You didn't get enough rest last night, and you got up so early today. Starting tomorrow, I'll have someone deliver meals to you on time."
He gently held her hand again, his fingertips stroking her knuckles, his eyes focused and gentle.
"Your hands should be used to draw designs, not be trapped by these fumes and trivial matters."
At this moment, Chenchen, who was quietly eating breakfast, also raised his head, his little face full of seriousness, and said in a baby voice:
"I support Dad's decision!"
He looked at Mu Nanyan, his big eyes full of care for his mother.
"The food that Chef Uncle cooks is delicious too! Mommy, as long as I can eat the food you cook occasionally, I will be super, super satisfied! I don't want Mommy to be too hard-working. Mommy should rest more and draw more beautiful dresses!"
Mu Nanyan was stunned by her son's sudden and heartwarming remarks.
She looked at Lu Yiran, who was determined in front of her, and then at her son, who had an expression that said "I'm doing this for your own good", and suddenly felt helpless as if she had been "united on the same front", but at the same time, a warm feeling of being cherished and held in the palm of her hand surged in her heart.
She looked at them and finally smiled helplessly. That smile contained compromise and was full of happiness:
"Alright, alright, you two are singing the same tune, I can't argue with you."
The three of them sat around the dining table and enjoyed this warm breakfast.
Chenchen ate the fastest. He finished the last sip of milk, looked at the cartoon clock on the wall, and jumped off the chair nimbly.
"Dad, Mommy, I'm done eating! I'm going to school!"
His voice is clear, like a happy little bird.
Having said that, he trotted back to his little bedroom. Not long after, he came out with his schoolbag on his back. He even straightened his crooked collar with his little hands, looking like a little adult.
Seeing this, Lu Yiran immediately put down the cutlery in his hand and stood up:
"Chenchen, wait a moment, Daddy will take you there."
"No need, Dad!"
Chenchen shook his head decisively, his little face full of independence.
"Take your time to eat. I can go by myself."
Before Lu Yiran could say anything, Chenchen had already rushed to the door. Seeing this, Mu Nanyan hurriedly warned:
"Be safe, watch out for cars on the road, and send a message to Mommy when you get to the kindergarten."
"I know! Goodbye, Daddy! Goodbye, Mommy!"
Chenchen nodded happily, waved his little hand at them, then opened the door skillfully, and his small figure quickly disappeared behind the porch.
The door closed gently.
Watching Chenchen's small figure disappear from his sight, Lu Yiran withdrew his gaze, his tone full of the satisfaction of being a father and a subtle hint of emotion:
"Chenchen has really grown up and is so sensible that it makes me feel distressed."
Mu Nanyan smiled gently and nodded in agreement:
"Yes, he has been an angel baby who came to repay my gratitude since he was young. Since he started kindergarten, he has been able to take care of most of his own affairs and has hardly given me any worries."
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While eating breakfast, the two chatted about Chenchen's recent interesting things, and soft laughter could be heard from time to time at the table.
After breakfast, Lu Yiran naturally helped Mu Nanyan clean up the table and brought the dishes into the kitchen one by one.
When they were almost done, Mu Nanyan gently pushed him out of the kitchen, her tone gentle but insistent:
"Go change your clothes, I'll take care of the rest."
"It's okay, I'll help you clean up."
"Just put the dishes in the dishwasher, and I'll tidy up the rest. It'll be quick."
Seeing her firm attitude, Lu Yiran smiled and didn't insist anymore. He turned around and went back to his apartment next door to change clothes.
When he appeared at Mu Nanyan's door again, he had changed into a well-tailored dark suit with his tie tied meticulously. He exuded the calm and noble aura of a business elite, completely different from his gentle homely appearance just now.
He looked at Mu Nanyan who was wiping her hands, and said in a gentle voice:
"Are you going to the studio today? Should I give you a ride?"
Mu Nanyan shook her head:
"No, I want to stay home and relax today, draw some designs. You can go do your thing."
Lu Yiran heard this, but did not leave immediately.
His deep gaze fell on her, and after a moment of hesitation, he spoke with a hint of tentativeness and expectation:
"How about... you accompany me to the company?"
"ah?"
Mu Nanyan obviously didn't expect this suggestion and was stunned for a moment.
"You go to work, why should I follow you? Wouldn't that disturb your work?"
"I want to stay with you."
Lu Yiran walked forward and naturally took her into his arms, resting his chin lightly on her slender shoulders. His low voice was close to her ears, with a rare, soft and coquettish tone.
"Besides, you can draw designs anywhere. My office is large and quiet, or I can arrange a separate lounge for you. Come with me, okay?"
Feeling the heavy weight on her shoulders and the warm breath beside her ears, Mu Nanyan's heart instantly softened like a pool of spring water.
It was rare and deadly to see Lu Yiran shedding all his cold and hard exterior, revealing only his dependence and coquettishness towards her.
How could she still have the heart to refuse? In the end, she could only sigh with a helpless smile, raised her hands to hug him back, and compromised:
"Okay, okay, there's really nothing I can do about you... I'll go change my clothes."
An hour later, Lu Yiran held Mu Nanyan's hand and walked through the brightly lit hall on the first floor of Dingyao Group.
Wherever he passed, time seemed to be paused.
The employees who were originally walking hurriedly and busy punching in for work all slowed down their pace, their eyes fixed on the two figures leaning on each other as if attracted by a magnet.
The air was filled with a dead silence after extreme shock, which was soon replaced by suppressed whispers.
"Oh my god... Mr. Lu! Mr. Lu is holding hands with a woman?"
"Am I dazzled? Doesn't Mr. Lu hate people getting close to him the most?"
"Look, look! That girl... is so beautiful!"
"Wow! Is this beauty real? She doesn't seem to be wearing any makeup, how come her skin is so good?"
"Her temperament is also amazing, gentle and cool. She's not inferior to Mr. Lu when standing next to him..."
"Whose daughter is this? Or is she a celebrity? I've never seen her before!"
Countless eyes were focused on Mu Nanyan, full of amazement, curiosity and exploration.
She wore no makeup and wore a simple sweater and long skirt, but she had a pure and elegant temperament. In the luxurious and modern corporate environment, she was like a quietly blooming orchid in the valley, which was particularly eye-catching.
She seemed a little uncomfortable with being the center of attention, and subconsciously leaned closer to Lu Yiran, lowering her eyelashes slightly.
Her slightly shy reaction made others feel even more pitiful.
Lu Yiran was keenly aware of her discomfort and the fact that she had instantly become the focus of the whole audience.
Instead of letting go of her hand, he held her fingers even tighter, and in a gesture of absolute protection and assertion of sovereignty, he tilted his head and whispered to her with a gentle look.
Then, he raised his head and glanced around, his gaze regaining its usual calmness and majesty. Although he didn't look harsh, it was enough to instantly stop those overly direct scrutiny and discussions.
Everyone hurriedly looked away, pretending to be busy, but out of the corner of their eyes and in the countless newly established private chat groups, they were all frantically relaying the same explosive news:
Mr. Lu, the ever-so-cold boss, brought a stunning beauty to the company! Their relationship is definitely something special!
Amidst countless hidden curiosities and speculations, Lu Yiran remained calm, protecting Mu Nanyan as if no one was around, and walked into his exclusive elevator.
The elevator door slowly closed, blocking out all the gazes and noise from the outside world.
The storm of speculation within Dingyao Group about the identity of the "president's mysterious girlfriend" has just begun.
The elevator went up smoothly, and the metal wall was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the figures of the two people standing close together.
The silent commotion downstairs just now seemed to still retain its warmth.
Mu Nanyan exhaled lightly, turned her head to look at Lu Yiran who was calm beside her, with a hint of helplessness and annoyance in her tone:
"If I had known the people in your company were so... 'passionate', I wouldn't have come with you."
She frowned slightly, obviously feeling very uncomfortable being the center of attention.
"I really can't handle being stared at by everyone."
She is quiet by nature and even has some social anxiety. The feeling of being scrutinized by countless eyes makes her feel very uncomfortable.
Hearing this, Lu Yiran chuckled, turned around and faced her, naturally holding her shoulders with both hands, looking into her eyes deeply and seriously:
"Nan Yan, you have to get used to it slowly."
His tone was gentle but carried an unquestionable certainty.
"As the future Mrs. Lu, you are destined to stand by my side. There will be no shortage of similar occasions, even grander and more eye-catching ones, in the future."
Mu Nanyan met his gaze and understood.
Of course she understood what it meant to choose to stand shoulder to shoulder with someone like Lu Yiran.
Behind the brilliant brilliance, there must be ubiquitous attention and scrutiny.
She nodded gently, lowered her eyelashes, and began to silently prepare herself in her heart, trying to accept and adapt to this world that she was not familiar with.
Just as she was trying to convince herself, she heard Lu Yiran's low and clear voice from above her head. His fingertips stroked her cheek, his tone full of indulgence and consideration:
"However, rules are fixed, but people are alive. If you don't like those boring banquets and social events, we can cancel them all."
He looked at her eyes raised in surprise, and a faint but serious arc appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"After all, to be honest, I don't really like those occasions. I'd rather spend more time with you and Chenchen than to be hypocritical with a bunch of irrelevant people. Your feelings and wishes always come before those so-called social etiquettes."
His words were like a warm breeze, instantly blowing away the anxiety and pressure that had just gathered in her heart.
He did not ask her to change herself to cater to his world, but pulled her under his wing, giving her the freedom to choose and the utmost respect.
Mu Nanyan looked at him, and the last bit of uneasiness in her heart turned into soft ripples.
It turns out that this is what it feels like to be properly placed and carefully cherished.
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