Hustle and Bustle

"Chen family, do you know? The one whose wife started their fortune by selling seafood. Then, when the man found out that even though my family was well-off, but I was disliked by my shitty father, and that my family was controlled by my wicked stepmother and stepsister, he swiftly took a chance with that woman."

Wen Xiangyang told the tale as if it was a joke, but Mu Lingqian could still detect a hint of coldness and disgust in her tone and smile.

Mu Lingqian raised his eyebrows at this, "Did you come looking for me in this bar because of their betrayal?"

"I'm not that despairing yet." Wen Xiangyang shook her head, "They don't deserve me doing that, I …"

What really upset her was her biological father, planning to marry her off to a man in his sixties. She deliberately destroyed herself, curious to see if her lousy father would be upset, if she had any place in his heart after all.

Looking back, it seems somewhat ridiculous now.

"Never mind, it's all in the past." Wen Xiangyang said with a smile, "Handsome, your mission is simply to pose as my boyfriend the day after tomorrow. We will surely blindside that loathsome couple."

A childish notion, yet one full of innocence.

Mu Lingqian had no comment on this.

Just like that, someone took away his target and then discarded it after the pursuit?

"Master, turn left here." Wen Xiangyang had just finished her sentence when Mu Lingqian's phone rang.

Mu Lingqian took out his phone, glanced at it, and hung up without answering.

But not three seconds later, the phone rang again.

By the third time, Wen Xiangyang couldn't help but say, "If you have something to do, you should leave first. I'll treat you to dinner another time."

He was Mousse's top player; surely, there were many people proposing meetings, especially as it was nearly dark out. She couldn't hold him back from doing business.

Mu Lingqian frowned as his phone rang for the fourth time. Upon seeing the number displayed for the fourth time, he finally answered it, saying in an exceedingly cold voice, "I'll be right there."

"Master, pull over. You should drop him off first, and then I can catch a cab."

Wen Xiangyang looked at Mu Lingqian, who seemed to have urgent matters at hand.

She glanced at him and took out her phone. "What's your phone number? We should exchange numbers so it will be easier to get in touch the day after tomorrow."

Mu Lingqian glanced at Wen Xiangyang and recited his phone number.

Wen Xiangyang input the number and dialed it. Hearing Mu Lingqian's phone ring, she waved her own phone, "This is my number, you can contact me if anything comes up."

The driver pulled over, and Wen Xiangyang got out, waved at Mu Lingqian, and quickly boarded another taxi.

Mu Lingqian withdrew his gaze from Wen Xiangyang and said coldly, "To Muten Building."

Not long after Wen Xiangyang got into the car, she received a phone call from Yan Xin.

"Xiangyang, how did it go? Was he suitable? He's a friend of a friend's friend's friend of mine. Though a distant connection, his family is far more affluent than the Chen family and he is well-known in high society."

"Xiao Xin, I've already found the right person." Wen Xiangyang knew that Yan Xin was desperate to find someone, hence the trash she brought over. She laughed and said, "The day after tomorrow, I might need to bother you to prepare a nice car for me."

Mu Lingqian certainly didn't have a nice car.

"You've found someone? That's great!" Yan Xin's excited voice came over the phone, "Leave the car to me. I'm off work tomorrow, Saturday. I'll find the car and bring it over to your house."