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He had always wanted to see Lan Baobao, but she was already someone else's wife, and it wasn't easy to meet her.
However, Mu Jiangfeng's heart always carried the shadow of Lan Baobao, swaying back and forth.
Day after day, Mu Jiangfeng was almost driven mad by this longing.
If he didn't see Lan Baobao soon, he was sure he would go crazy from his own torment. So today, no matter who tried to stop him, Mu Jiangfeng was determined to see Lan Baobao.
"Boss Mu, you should let someone else handle this job. I think Liang would be a good choice; he has followed up on this contract before. He is much smarter than I am, and if you give this to me, it will probably end up a mess!"
Mu Jiangfeng did not expect Lan Baobao to refuse so straightforwardly.
Suddenly, it felt as if he heard the sound of his heart breaking into pieces.
"If you're not very interested in the work, I won't force you."
"How about this? We are old friends, and it's been a long time since we met. You can always be my friend. Would you do me the favor of going out for a meal? Just as friends?"
Seeing that his request to meet under the guise of work had failed, Mu Jiangfeng still refused to give up and tried to use their friendship as an excuse; surely that would be harder to refuse.
But Lan Baobao had her own difficulties.
It wasn't that she didn't want to go out and meet Mu Jiangfeng; after all, they had been friends for a long time, and he had invited her repeatedly. It would be too disrespectful not to go!
However, Lan Baobao really couldn't afford to refuse.
She couldn't even step out of the Ye Family's front door right now, let alone talk about going out to eat. Moreover, if Mu Jiangfeng found out she was meeting with him, she couldn't imagine what Ye Zixun would think.
It was even more impossible for her to bring Mu Jiangfeng home for dinner.
Inviting a decent-looking man over for dinner in the middle of the night was just asking for trouble!
"I'm really sorry, Mu Jiangfeng, even though I really want to go out and have dinner with you, it's just not convenient for me to go out these days. Let's do it another time," Lan Baobao could only politely refuse.
However, on the other end, Mu Jiangfeng couldn't help but frown after hearing her words.
What did she mean by "not convenient"? That must be an excuse. But... Lan Baobao shouldn't be that kind of person; she wouldn't dislike him to that extent. Why would she refuse so decisively?
As Mu Jiangfeng thought about it, he suddenly realized!
He knew very well what kind of man Ye Zixun was. He also understood that the reason Lan Baobao wasn't coming to work at the company had a lot to do with Ye Zixun.
It was definitely because he didn't want Lan Baobao to be seen outside, to avoid any gossip, and kept her locked up at home. Otherwise, she would have come to work. This also cut off her connections with others.
Now, he didn't know what Ye Zixun had done to her that made Lan Baobao even afraid to go out for a late-night snack!
"Baby, tell me honestly, is it Ye Zixun who's not letting you out?" Mu Jiangfeng hit the nail on the head, though he didn't expect that Ye Zixun's control wasn't just verbal but had already taken action.
Caught off guard by Mu Jiangfeng's insight, Lan Baobao didn't know how to respond. She wasn't good at lying, especially in such serious matters.
For a moment, Lan Baobao couldn't find a better reason to give Mu Jiangfeng, feeling anxious and unsure of what to say!
Seeing Lan Baobao silent on the other end, Mu Jiangfeng had already roughly understood the situation, so he said calmly, "Baby, I understand. Since you can't come out today, just take a good rest."
His voice sounded a bit disappointed.
However, Lan Baobao didn't have time to think too much about it. After all, even if Mu Jiangfeng was disappointed, she couldn't ease the atmosphere for him.
After hanging up the phone, Mu Jiangfeng clenched his fists tightly together, making a cracking sound, and anger surged within him.
In terms of their relationship, he was just Lan Baobao's former boss and could now only be considered an ordinary friend, while Ye Zixun was her husband. Logically speaking, he shouldn't interfere in the matters between Lan Baobao and Ye Zixun.
However, Ye Zixun's treatment of Lan Baobao made Mu Jiangfeng quite dissatisfied.
After all, wasn't it because of a certain incident years ago that led to Lan Baobao giving birth to two children? He took advantage of that connection to monopolize her.
If that incident hadn't happened five years ago, Lan Baobao would have long been his wife by now.
Damn Ye Zixun, how could he keep Lan Baobao locked at home and not let her come out? It was truly infuriating!
Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable!
No matter what, he felt he had to do something for Lan Baobao.
At this moment, Ye Zixun's thoughts unknowingly drifted far away because of Lan Baobao. His desk was piled high with work that needed to be done today, but clearly, his mind was not on it.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Ye Zixun turned to look at the caller ID on his phone and couldn't help but frown.
"Jiao Er? Is there something you need?" Ye Zixun forced himself to answer the phone, his tone sounding quite gentle, like a refined gentleman.
But inside, he truly felt like spitting blood.
What kind of woman deserved such a gentle tone from him?
However, how could Ye Zixun's charm be easily rejected by women? Wasn't Mu Jiao'er still completely immersed in the beautiful dream that Ye Zixun had woven for her?
"Zi Xun. It's almost time to get off work. Aren't you supposed to accompany me for a late-night snack? I've been waiting for you all this time! You can't just ditch me and leave me all alone!"
Mu Jiao'er deliberately spoke in a cutesy voice, thinking it would make the man like her more, unaware that what Ye Zixun found most annoying at the moment was her overly sweet tone.
Every time he heard Mu Jiao'er speak like that, all Ye Zixun could think about was either wanting to spit blood or commit murder.
He truly admired his own patience for managing to endure until now without killing Mu Jiao'er!
"Oh, if you hadn't reminded me, I almost forgot. Alright, where are you? Wait for me; I'll come pick you up," Ye Zixun asked in the same gentle tone.
"No need! I can't bear to trouble you with driving all the way here. I'm already downstairs at your office; I'll just come up to find you," Mu Jiao'er said playfully as she got out of the car and walked toward the building.
Every time she entered and exited with the president, the receptionist at the front desk had long recognized Mu Jiao'er and naturally wouldn't block her path. In the eyes of those new employees, she must be the real First Lady.
Ye Zixun felt a wave of disgust wash over him.
Did this shameless woman really think of herself as the mistress of the Ye Family? Just coming over without any notice, as if this building belonged to her family!
Endure!
Ye Zixun's eyes emitted a cold, bloodthirsty light. At this moment, anyone who approached him should be wary of their own life.
"Do as you please," Ye Zixun replied in a low voice before hanging up the phone.
Dealing with both sides while having to live in a deliberately ambiguous relationship with a woman he despised made Ye Zixun let out a long sigh. He wondered when this situation would finally come to an end.
There were very few people on duty at night, and at this hour, besides Assistant Lin, there was almost no one else in the company.
With no one to stop her, Mu Jiao'er quickly arrived at Ye Zixun's office. The moment the door to the office was pushed open, she revealed a satisfied smile and said, "Your outfit today is nice, very beautiful, just to my taste."
Mu Jiao'er was indeed a beauty, with a devilish figure and tall stature. No matter what she wore, she exuded an extraordinary charm. However, a person's charm is not only reflected in their appearance but is more importantly manifested from within.
As soon as Ye Zixun saw Mu Jiao'er, he felt as if he were facing a special machine, and he was merely an ATM.
"You just know how to flatter me. I know you like me dressed like this, so I deliberately dressed up tonight. Are you satisfied?" Mu Jiao'er stepped forward and linked her arm with Ye Zixun's.
Ye Zixun smiled subtly, his cold gaze not allowing Mu Jiao'er to see through him. He quickly concealed his feelings and said, "Not bad; this way you are worthy of being my lover."
"You are truly wicked! Stop talking so much; let's go. Eating late-night snacks will make you gain weight. I'm risking my life to accompany you!"
Who asked you to accompany me!
Ye Zixun cursed inwardly but maintained his composure, allowing Mu Jiao'er to link her arm with his as they wandered around the company.
Two people were walking downstairs together.
Just coming down from the Ye family Building, Ye Zixun was preparing to get his car when he was blocked by a man charging up with great momentum.
Naturally, this person was Mu Jiangfeng.
Seeing Ye Zixun coming down the building with a woman in an intimate manner, Mu Jiangfeng, who had originally planned to speak calmly, could no longer contain his anger and rushed forward.
"Ye Zixun, you bastard! Are you being too much?" Before Ye Zixun could fully react to the situation, Mu Jiangfeng had already stepped forward and grabbed his shirt tightly.
Ye Zixun, however, was no stranger to the business world and maintained a calm demeanor in the face of adversity. He was nothing like the woman beside him, Mu Jiao'er, who was already covering her mouth and shouting in a spoiled manner. If it weren't for the current situation, she might have already thrown herself into his arms.
"Mu Jiangfeng?" Ye Zixun recognized the troublemaker and did not resist.
With Mu Jiangfeng coming at him so aggressively, Ye Zixun knew without thinking that it was about one thing. In this world, there was probably only one person who could connect Mu Jiangfeng and himself, and only she could provoke such a strong reaction from him.
Ye Zixun merely cast a playful glance at him and asked in a tone of extreme disdain, "So, Young Master Mu, what brings you here?"
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