Jiang Nuan looked up, only to meet a pair of dark, deep, and unrestrained black eyes. The man exuded an aura that warned others to stay away.
She took a step back, filled with wariness.
The man, however, immediately stepped forward.
Jiang Nuan: "..." Was her initial feeling wrong?
The man before her was cold, his deep gaze as still as ancient water.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Jiang Nuan took another step back.
Mu Jiuchen: "..." Uncle?!
Did he look that old?
Xiao Fan, upon hearing the word "Uncle," nearly let out a shriek like a marmot.
Their Ninth Master was indeed 28 years old this year, a golden bachelor.
But how had he become an uncle?
Wait, this girl looked familiar!
Damn it, Jiang Nuan!
Mu Jiuchen asked in a low voice, "Do I look very old?"
Jiang Nuan blinked her beautiful eyes. Was this uncle perhaps ill?
"No, Uncle, you just look a bit mature," Jiang Nuan said, then quickly walked away.
Mu Jiuchen's well-defined body leaned slightly to the side. He watched Jiang Nuan's retreating figure and hooked the corner of his lips with a hint of cunning. He had finally found her.
And she had come to him.
"Xiao Fan, what's the difference between old and mature?"
Xiao Fan froze. How could he dare answer this life-threatening question?
"Ninth Master, the meeting is about to start," he said, changing the subject.
Mu Jiuchen's lips curved slightly. "Follow that girl. If you lose her again this time, you can go home and eat yourself."
"Yes, yes, Ninth Master," Xiao Fan immediately turned and waved to two bodyguards.
"Follow closely."
The bodyguards nodded, turned, and quickly followed.
Who was Mu Jiuchen? He was the commercial overlord of Jin City, the commercial empire of the Mu Group built by his own hands.
Known as Ninth Master!
In Jin City, he was a god-like existence. The women who wanted to marry him could circle the entire city three times.
Ninth Master, who had always been pure and detached, was actually infatuated with one woman for six years. Xiao Fan's heart churned like stormy waves.
The main hall was in an uproar. Shen Yao's crying could be heard, amplified. She searched frantically for Jiang Nuan like a mad dog.
Mu Jiuchen glanced indifferently at the scene and said, "After this woman enters, she is not to come out again."
Xiao Fan was shocked. "Ninth Master, you mean..."
Mu Jiuchen: "You talk too much!"
Xiao Fan quickly slapped himself twice. "Yes, yes, I talk too much. I'll slap myself!"
"Look, isn't that Ninth Master?" A reporter spotted Mu Jiuchen, but unfortunately, Mu Jiuchen had already entered the elevator.
Jiang Nuan returned to her car and opened her tablet. Shen Yao's frantic video appeared before her.
She curved her lips into a faint, cold smile.
Today was June 19th. Six years ago today, she had been in unbearable pain.
Today was also her grandmother's death anniversary.
This morning, she had gone to the cemetery and, looking at her grandmother's tombstone, vowed that she would make Shen Yao pay with blood.
"Grandmother, and Jiang Qing, they will all reap what they sow."
Six years had passed, and every time she thought of her grandmother's death, she felt unbearable pain, tears streaming down her face.
She buried her face in the steering wheel, hiding all her emotions.
Although she was the daughter of the Jiang family, she had been raised by everyone since childhood, living in dilapidated attics. She never understood why her parents treated her that way, cherishing Jiang Qing like a treasure. Sudan Novel Network
It wasn't until today, six years ago, that she finally understood.
She was not the daughter of the Jiang family.
Jiang Nuan's phone suddenly rang. Only then did she slowly straighten up.
She glanced at the phone number, wiped away her tears, and checked herself in the rearview mirror. Her bright eyes were red from crying.
Jiang Nuan rarely saw herself looking so pitiful.
As the phone rang for the second time, she smiled with her eyes curved and answered the call.