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"Hey, Xiaoran." Lan Baobao's voice was filled with despair, but she still spoke to Li Xiaoran without a hint of crying. If Li Xiaoran found out, it would definitely cause chaos. The situation was already like this, and there was nothing that could be done. Besides, Mu Jiangfeng was just too in love with herself.
Now, business was no longer about feelings; she only hoped that she and Mu Jiangfeng could still be good friends like before. If Li Xiaoran knew how much she had suffered, Mu Jiangfeng would definitely face serious consequences.
"Baby, what's wrong? Your voice sounds a bit off," Li Xiaoran quickly noticed something was wrong with Lan Baobao and sought the most effective way to resolve it.
Although there were other girls who were also friends with Lan Baobao, none of them could match Li Xiaoran's willingness to go to great lengths for her in any situation. This kind of friendship was something Lan Baobao wanted to cherish for a lifetime.
What Li Xiaoran could do for her made her doubt whether she could do the same for Li Xiaoran. But upon reflection, she realized that she had never truly understood Li Xiaoran; she didn't even know about Li Xiaoran's relationship status.
"Xiaoran, I'm fine. I just might have stayed up a bit late watching TV and got too tired," Lan Baobao tried her best to sound convincing.
"Alright then, are you still living in the same place? I'll come find you now," Lan Baobao just wanted to get drunk and forget all these unpleasant feelings.
As the saying goes, getting drunk can relieve a thousand sorrows. What she needed now was a good binge, preferably one from which she would never wake up. She couldn't accept the current situation with Mu Jiangfeng.
The awkward pain was something unimaginable for those who had never experienced it.
"Hey, you girl, maybe you shouldn't. It's late now, and I'm worried. How about I come pick you up?" Even without makeup, Li Xiaoran was stunningly beautiful, her long fingers painted with bright red nail polish gripping her phone, exuding charm yet giving off an aura that made people hesitant to approach. She lay comfortably on her bed.
"What's going on? Don't you want to see me?" Lan Baobao actually really wanted to see Li Xiaoran.
"Of course not! It's just too late," Li Xiaoran genuinely didn't want Lan Baobao to go out at this hour.
"Then I'm heading out now."
"I'll come find you!" Li Xiaoran thought about how she really couldn't do anything about this girl; she clearly wanted to see Lan Baobao.
"Um, I don't know my address right now," Lan Baobao suddenly remembered that this place was actually a bit far from the city center, and she really didn't know what the address was.
"Damn, then what should I do? I don't know either," Mu Jiangfeng had never told Li Xiaoran.
"Then I'll just have to come find you," Lan Baobao was completely awake now.
"No, you can't do that. How about this: you come find me in the morning, and we can go to the café where we met before. For now, you should go to sleep. It's late, and I'm really worried," Li Xiaoran absolutely refused. It was indeed very unsafe at this hour, and Lan Baobao, being so reckless, might just get lost.
"Okay, fine. I'll come find you in the morning," Lan Baobao said as she took out a tissue from her bag. Even though she wasn't crying, tears kept flowing as she listened to Li Xiaoran's voice.
It had been a long time since they had been in touch.
She really couldn't bear not to contact Li Xiaoran; apart from Li Xiaoran, she truly had nothing left. In this city, she had always been alone. At least before meeting these people, if it weren't for having such good friends, life would have no joy.
Now only Li Xiaoran remained. How could she let go?
Moreover, during her long hours of work, sometimes when she worked too late and missed the subway, Li Xiaoran would come to pick her up.
Before she found a job, Li Xiaoran had always been at home without worries, with a father who was a high-ranking official and a mother who was an executive in business. Li Xiaoran had nothing to worry about. Why were all the people she met from such excellent families? Lan Baobao thought but couldn't remember what her own family was like.
She thought she could always have all of them—Ye Zixun, Mu Jiangfeng, Li Xiaoran—and happily move forward until they were too old to walk anymore. But why did everything suddenly become so cruel? Did God no longer love her?
Lan Baobao couldn't even take a step; her legs felt weak as she walked into the living room and sat on the sofa. There was no one around, and suddenly it felt so lonely as if she were the only person left in the world.
Perhaps this was all destined to happen.
Looking back, had she always been slow to realize things? Surely she only found out last, which was the most cruel part. Ye Zixun and Mu Jiao'er had always had a cooperative relationship.
This is all that Lan Baobao knows, and she really thought that Ye Zixun had genuinely fallen for Mu Jiao'er. But who can give Lan Baobao a suitable explanation now?
No one.
Even Li Xiaoran cannot appear in front of her immediately. After all, this society is cruel; not everyone is a prince or a princess, not everyone has a crowd revolving around them, and not everyone is the center of the world. Without oneself, the entire world will still function as usual.
In fact, we are all beings of the universe.
Those who can place themselves at the center of the world are the ones who truly love themselves.
At this moment, Mu Jiao'er has already walked over.
She wears a dress with a low neckline, attracting countless men's gazes with her cleavage. Her bangs casually fall across her forehead, and her hair is still loosely scattered, giving off an air of messy yet lazy beauty. Her eyes are more enchanting than peach blossoms, seemingly always smiling; her skin is as white as snow, and her red lips curve slightly upward—indeed, she is a great beauty.
At this time, Mu Jiangfeng has had quite a bit to drink.
In Mu Jiangfeng's heart, he probably knows he will never be able to let go of Lan Baobao. However, he has truly made up his mind to give Lan Baobao the right to choose for herself because he really cannot hold onto her heart. Why bother? Everyone would feel uncomfortable; in the end, no one would be happy. Letting go now might allow someone else to find happiness.
Then at this moment, Mu Jiao'er walks over seductively—she really is captivating and graceful.
Seeing Mu Jiangfeng inebriated brings a sense of satisfaction to Mu Jiao'er. At this point, if Mu Jiangfeng drinks a little more, he will have no choice but to let her manipulate him.
Mu Jiao'er approaches Mu Jiangfeng and says, "Mu Jiangfeng, since you have made this decision, I have no choice. It seems I must prepare to leave Ye Zixun. Sigh, why is my fate so miserable? It looks like we are quite sympathetic towards each other's plight." Mu Jiao'er's words are indeed heartfelt.
"Is that really how you think?" At this moment, Mu Jiangfeng is truly drunk and cannot distinguish whether Mu Jiao'er's words are sincere or insincere.
But regardless of anything else, it no longer matters.
However, Mu Jiangfeng had no idea that Mu Jiao'er was harboring malicious intentions and was unaware of how unfavorable the upcoming events would be for him.
Even if he knew, it was likely that Mu Jiangfeng wouldn't be able to do anything in his current state.
He was truly drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
Everyone knows about drowning sorrows in alcohol, but who remembers the situation upon waking up? It’s still heart-wrenching, and one still has to face various realities.
Avoidance ultimately solves nothing. This applies to everyone.
At this moment, Mu Jiangfeng was completely intoxicated and out of his senses.
Mu Jiao'er knew that now was her opportunity.
She threw a bill to a waiter dressed in white and said, "Go upstairs and book a room, then come back to take this gentleman up." Mu Jiao'er's eyes were filled with malice.
This was Mu Jiao'er's scheme.
The waiter quickly ran to book a room and then came downstairs to fetch Mu Jiangfeng.
What a fortuitous opportunity, it felt like divine assistance.
Mu Jiao'er felt that this was the way to ensure she could be with Ye Zixun.
In truth, being with Ye Zixun wasn't solely about love for Mu Jiao'er; she understood how significant Ye Group was. She couldn't let Lan Baobao take that position. Even though the old man of the Ye Family only recognized Lan Baobao as his daughter-in-law, as long as she figured out how to arrange the divorce agreement between Ye Zixun and Lan Baobao, then married Ye Zixun herself, it would be only natural for her to have a child for the Ye Family. At that point, everything would be easier.
Once she had a child, Grandpa Ye wouldn't be able to dislike her anymore. Moreover, she had never had a proper meeting with Grandpa Ye.
So no matter what, the impression can't be bad, right? I haven't even seen the noodles, so of course I don't really understand. As long as I act a bit more obedient, maybe Grandpa Ye will like me even more than he likes Lan Baobao.
Mu Jiao'er has her plans all figured out.
But reality is never as simple as it seems.
It never is.
Moreover, how could the schemes of a wicked woman like Mu Jiao'er possibly help him? It won't. Heaven does not assist tyrants.
At this moment, Mu Jiao'er looked at Mu Jiangfeng lying on the bed, unconscious, with a slight smile on her lips.
Just then, Mu Jiao'er's phone rang, startling her. She took it out to check and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest; it was Ye Zixun. Really, even though Ye Zixun and Mu Jiao'er are together now, he rarely calls her. Besides, it's the middle of the night.
Mu Jiao'er felt a bit nervous.
"Ye Zixun." Mu Jiao'er answered the phone and called out in an ambiguous tone.
"Mu Jiao'er, you’re still not asleep?" Ye Zixun's voice was warm and caring. Since Mu Jiao'er is now his girlfriend, he needed to play his part convincingly; this way, his goals would be easier to achieve and everything would be more likely to succeed.
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