The other ladies didn't respond, and Feng Ran did the same, pretending to examine the dress in SA's hand.
She had a bad day with Mrs. Gu this morning and needed something to cool down.
No one spoke up for her, so Mo Ruyue could only stiffly get up, walk in front of them, and show them the dress she was wearing.
Mrs. Song touched her waist and asked the person next to her, "Is this waist too thin for me?"
The other person replied: You're not thin; you actually have a better figure than her.
Mrs. Song said, "Turn around so I can take a look."
Mo Ruyue lowered her head and slowly turned around.
"Let me lift up the skirt and take a look; it feels a bit too short."
"mom!"
A bright shout rang out from the third-floor clothing section. Meng Jiuyi ran down the stairs in three quick steps, first grabbing a cheongsam from the hanging area and presenting it to Mrs. Song.
“Mrs. Song, this cheongsam is a bright color and suits you better. My mother hasn’t fully recovered since giving birth to my brother, so her waistline probably doesn’t fit you. Shall I try it on for you?”
She had only just gotten involved with Gu Jiapan, so why would Mrs. Song be foolish enough to humiliate her?
"No need, child, quickly call your mother over to sit down."
"I won't sit anymore. My mom's legs aren't good either. How can she stand sitting and standing all the time?"
Mrs. Song laughed awkwardly. Meng Jiuyi turned to Feng Lan and said, "Auntie, I saw that there are wedding dresses on display in the ready-to-wear section on the second floor. Why don't you go and take a look? I hope you and Uncle can achieve your wish soon."
Everyone knows that back then, Feng Lan used her unborn child to coerce her into marrying into the Tan family. The old lady was unhappy and refused to hold a wedding. This has been a source of resentment for her all these years, and Meng Jiuyi just happened to stab her in the back.
Feng Lan was furious: "You—"
Just as he was about to lash out, Meng Jiuyi had already pulled Mo Ruyue downstairs.
As they passed through the stairs, a blast of hot air hit them. Mo Ruyue was being held by the hand and called her name several times.
Meng Jiuyi's voice was tense: "Don't speak!"
"What's wrong, Xiao Jiu?"
Mo Ruyue reached out to pull her away, but when Meng Jiuyi turned around, her eyes were already red. She questioned, "Don't you know Feng Lan has ill intentions? Why did you come out with them?"
"I noticed she insisted on having me come along this time, and she was very polite to me, so I thought—"
"What do you think! What do you think! Do you think that just sitting there and having afternoon tea makes you the same as them?"
Mo Ruyue was taken aback, and her face slowly turned pale and distressed.
Meng Jiuyi realized what she had said, bit her lip, and felt a strong sense of self-loathing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I misspoke." She hugged Mo Ruyue.
"Mom is fine, really, Mom didn't take it to heart. I know you were worried about me."
Mo Ruyue kept comforting her, then lowered her head to look at her expression.
After the mother and daughter reconciled, Meng Jiuyi's phone rang. He had rushed out of the luxury store and forgot to say goodbye to Tan Ni.
She apologized on the phone, saying that something else had taken her up.
Just after I hung up the phone, Tan Sheng sent me another message.
"How about we skip dinner and have afternoon tea instead, Meng Jiuyi? I don't think I look that scary, do I?"
This person is so annoying!
The phone screen faintly reflected Meng Jiuyi's slightly furrowed brows and impatience. Just as one might love someone because of their love for them, one might also hate them because of their love for them. At this moment, he felt that as Feng Lan's son, he was just as annoying as his mother.
You can't understand human language, can you?
She was about to send the rejection message when her fingers paused.
Hatred breeds evil and makes people overlook the fact that it was his mother who was behind it all, and that Tan Sheng was innocent.
As if possessed, Meng Jiuyi deleted that sentence and replied.
【OK. 】
**
This morning, Songhe Medical was in an uproar.
All the executives, dressed in suits, stood at attention on the rooftop helipad of the Songhe Building, and everyone wondered which important person it was.
It's no wonder they were puzzled. As a typical old-money family, the Xu family had shifted most of its businesses to Europe and handed them over to professional managers. The helipad that was originally used for the Xu family's private helicopters had been vacant for many years.
Its reactivation now is bound to cause a sensation.
Those who had a word of it quietly revealed that the group's heir was visiting.
The administrative secretary pushed open the door to the executive director's office, and Tan Yuchen slowly walked in, jokingly saying.
"Chairman Xu is really making a big show of things; the red carpet is practically rolled out all the way to my house."
Xu Yanzhi sat at his desk, pinched the bridge of his nose, and smiled helplessly.
Why are you here?
The table was piled high with data tables, and the senior executives were on high alert, not wanting to give the young master the impression of being incompetent. So they all had the core departments give their second-quarter financial reports, along with the senior executives' performance reports.
Accustomed to a balanced approach, Xu Yanzhi was finding it somewhat overwhelming. His furrowed brows during breaks made the reporter afraid to even breathe.
The entire conference room fell silent, everyone wondering what they had said to displease him, until they heard him smile faintly and say, "Please continue," which felt like a great relief.
The presentation lasted from morning to afternoon, and in just half a day, the documents that needed to be reviewed had piled up on the table.
"I've brought you a congratulatory gift for your new position."
Tan Yuchen gripped the back of his chair, turned around, and sat down casually. "I wish our Chairman Xu a year of great success and rapid advancement."
He spoke with great conviction, but no further action was taken for a long time.
Xu Yanzhi raised an eyebrow slightly, "You came all this way to give me a message?"
Tan Yuchen laughed heartily.
"Of course not, open it and take a look."
He pushed a document over, which contained information on the bankruptcy and restructuring of Xindao Steel. Some of Xu's heavy industries were still in Kyushu, and the company urgently needed to acquire steel companies to increase production. Tan's father had long intended to take them over.
Xu Yanzhi said ambiguously, "Aren't you afraid your uncle will say you're siding with outsiders?"
“My family has been divided since my grandfather’s generation, so how is he my uncle?”
Tan Yuchen got up and walked to the window. Looking down from the sixty-plus-story building, the view was indeed extraordinary. He smiled innocently, "Besides, a close friend is worse than a distant relative. Of course, I support my brother more in this battle for steel."
The intense sunlight streaming through the window blurred the man's figure into nothingness, which made Xu Yanzhi disbelieve this explanation.
"What are you trying to do by taking advantage of this chaos?"
Tan Yuchen only smiled and remained silent, even when being scrutinized by his gaze, he was open and unashamed.
They were all intelligent people, Xu Yanzhi looked at him intently.
"You want to take back the camp's vehicles?"
"Yes." Tan Yuchen put away his frivolous demeanor and made no attempt to conceal his ambition.
Daying Auto was originally part of the Bairui Group. It grew into a multi-industry empire during the generation of Tan Yuchen's maternal grandfather. However, the automotive business was lost during the succession war decades ago, and Daying Auto has now been separated from the Bairui Group.
Xu Yanzhi said, "Three generations have passed, and that's not an easy thing to do."
Tan Yuchen turned to look at him, the corners of his mouth curving into an innate arrogance.
Whether I can take it back or not depends on my skills.
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