When Mu Yiran arrived at the restaurant, her tattooed arms stood guard at the table like a doorman.
"Uncle Lin, what are you preparing? The young master won't eat it, and neither will I."
"Then don't eat it." Uncle Lin placed the breakfast items on the table one by one.
"This is for the lady. She just returned to the country and isn't used to this kind of food."
"The fake wife is quite convincingly calling herself 'madam'..."
“I can eat it.” Mu Yiran’s voice startled the tattooed man with the muscular body.
"Good morning, my dear wife..."
Mu Yiran rarely saw someone with an awkward expression while wearing a full-sleeve tattoo, so she found it quite strange.
Good morning, Arm Bro.
The tattooed man asked in confusion, "What...bro?"
It was clearly the first time someone had called him that.
Why does it sound so catchy?
Oops, I accidentally blurted it out.
Mu Yiran nervously scratched her head and said, "Yeah, you are indeed older than me."
She took her seat first and started drinking her porridge without noticing anything amiss. When she looked up and saw that the two people opposite her hadn't moved, she asked, "Why aren't you eating?"
Uncle Lin: "Wait for the young master to arrive."
"?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Yiran's mouth twisted into a crooked shape. "He's spoiled by us. He's the one who's dawdling and wants to eat first."
With his tattooed arm, he held the tiny porcelain bowl in one hand and gulped down the porridge, glancing at Mu Yiran, who was heavily made up today.
Compared to yesterday's clean and bright appearance, Cheng Ran's attire today is completely different.
But... it's not like you can't watch it.
No... this is Cheng Ran's true nature; yesterday's was just an act!
Damn... I was almost bribed just now because of that one "brother".
The tattooed arm slapped himself on the forehead.
Damn it, wake up!
The master said that Cheng Ran is also a skilled actress, and a very adept one at it; it's hard to say when she might betray the Shi family.
He had to keep a close eye on Cheng Ran, and at the same time, he couldn't let this woman lead his young master astray.
The doorbell rang, and the maid went to open the door.
"Where's Mr. Cheng? Mr. Cheng~"
Mu Yiran, who was drinking soup, suddenly felt nauseous.
Li Bu Huo, dressed in a silver suit, walked into the restaurant. "Mr. Cheng, are you done? We should go now."
Mu Yiran had already finished eating, and seeing her get up, the tattooed man on his arm followed suit, saying, "I'll take Madam to the company."
Mu Yiran: "Okay,"
Li Bu Huo: "No need to trouble yourself."
"?"
Mu Yiran raised an eyebrow at Li Buhuo, who was still saying, "We won't take up this gentleman's time, we have a driver."
It's unclear whether Li Bu Huo was also wary of the Shi family, but his tone towards the man with the tattooed arm was far from polite.
The atmosphere became tense for a moment.
Just then, the sound of stomping came from the corridor.
The boy, wearing a beige sweater and with his hair still damp, walked into the restaurant, saying, "I want to go wherever you go."
Shi Youxi bypassed the seat that Uncle Lin had pulled out for him and went straight to sit down next to Mu Yiran.
"Auntie, where are you going? I want to come along too."
Mu Yiran looked at him with a puzzled expression and said, "You washed your hair? Why wash your hair so early in the morning? It's not even dry yet..."
Upon hearing this, Shi Youxi ran his fingers through his scalp and smoothed it down; he didn't want to...
Without using this method to calm himself down, all he could think about was the image of a woman's rosy lips pressed against his back.
When he was little, if his older sister helped him apply medicine, he would at most blush and his heart would race, but he would never feel like this now…
I'm so incredibly agitated.
Water droplets dripped from the tips of the hair and into the boy's collar. Mu Yiran couldn't bear to watch and pulled out a tissue.
"Wipe it off, why don't you blow it dry?"
Shi Youxi didn't answer. He turned his head and brought his fluffy head close to Mu Yiran's face. "We're going to be late."
Mu Yiran could only wipe away the water droplets on his right side. After she finished wiping, the boy turned his left cheek back to hers.
Tattooed arm, Li Buhuo: ...Isn't it fake? Is it necessary to act so realistically at home?
"Mr. Cheng, we're almost late too."
Mu Yiran: "Okay, let's go."
She had just stood up when her wrist was grabbed, and Shi Youxi stared at her expectantly, "I want to go too."
"I'm going to work, you're going to school, why are you following me?"
"Then the auntie will take me to school."
Mu Yiran: "? You need me to deliver it?"
"Besides, you're not a primary school student who needs to be driven around."
Shi Youxi's thumb caressed her delicate skin. "That's how we show we have a good relationship, isn't it?"
He glanced at Li Bu Huo, whose complexion wasn't good, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and stood up. "Anyway, I don't want to eat breakfast, let's go now."
That won't do.
Mu Yiran pressed him back down: "No, Uncle Lin prepared so much, you eat it, and I'll take you to school after you finish."
Li Bu Huo stepped forward and said, "Mr. Cheng, we're already late."
Mu Yiran waved her hand dismissively: "Yeah, we're already late anyway, so it doesn't matter if we're a little late."
Seeing her determination, Li Buhuo reluctantly shut up. He turned his gaze and saw the boy's fleeting smile, which was both boastful and smug.
Li Bu Huo looked over again and saw that the boy was already obediently eating the food that Mu Yi Ran had put on his plate.
Something's not right.
Mr. Cheng has been acting strangely since yesterday.
Could it be that she has really fallen for Shi Yan?
What's the use of liking someone? A fake marriage won't even get you a single share of the Shi family's stock. They were clearly so ambitious for a directorship at Cheng's before, what happened to them now...?
And it's only been a short time, has Cheng Ran already gotten tired of him?
no.
He didn't stay by Cheng Ran's side for the tens of thousands of yuan a month.
I need to find an opportunity to probe Cheng Ran's thoughts.
…
In the end, it was still the tattooed man who drove Cheng Ran's car.
The school wasn't far from the villa, and they arrived quickly. Various luxury cars were gathered at the school gate, and at this moment, Mu Yiran finally realized that Shi Youxi was right.
Every student here comes from a prominent family in the capital. These people see him sending Shi Youxi to school.
Without needing to spread the word, the news of the harmonious relationship between the only son of the Shi family and his stepmother spread far and wide.
The car stopped, and Shi Youxi put on a coat, the same dark blue as Mu Yiran's.
Mu Yiran casually flipped down his folded collar.
"Does it look good?" The boy stood at the car door, bending slightly as he was being adjusted.
Mu Yiran smiled and said, "Of course, you have fair skin and are handsome, so you look good in anything."
Compared to the past, he now wears clothes of all colors, and every piece looks pleasing to the eye on him.
"I wore it because I thought you would like it, Auntie."
Seeing the woman's stunned expression, Shi Youxi closed the car door with satisfaction.
He watched the car slowly drive away, took out his phone, and saw a small tracking dot moving forward on it.
Cheng's Group is one of the top internet companies in China. Cheng Ran has just returned to China, and her current position is the website's publicity and public relations manager.
She was an hour late; the morning meeting had already ended.
Mu Yiran didn't need to rush to Cheng Yuan to get scolded. She had done some last-minute preparation last night, but real combat was still different.
If he were to accidentally slip up, it would be easy for Cheng Ran and her family to notice something amiss.
We'll avoid each other if we can.
She had high hopes for the future, but the other party came knocking on her door.
Suddenly, Mu Yiran remembered something and turned to Li Buhuo, saying, "I forgot the documents for the morning meeting in the car. Could you go and get them for me?"
Li Bu Huo: "But the morning meeting is already over."
"Cheng Yuan wants to see it."
Li Bu Huo didn't ask any more questions and ran into the elevator to go downstairs.
Mu Yiran walked past each workstation with a cold expression.
The staff thought she was there to catch slackers, but Mu Yiran simply couldn't find her office.
Fortunately, Cheng Ran's office door was large, and Mu Yiran saw it after only a few steps. She quickly walked over and pushed open the door.
Cheng Yuan, who had just said he wanted to avoid them, was sitting on the sofa, with a middle-aged woman with short hair sitting opposite him.
She is Cheng Ran's current wife, who recently passed away, and also Cheng Ran's nominal mother.
Su Tian slowly put down her teacup and looked at Mu Yiran, who was standing dumbfounded at the door. "You're more than an hour late. You must have it easy being a manager."
"..."
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