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Moreover, for all these years, Lan Baobao had maintained a boundary with Mu Jiangfeng, never daring to cross it. Unexpectedly, just before her wedding, Mu Jiangfeng suddenly crossed that line and caught Lan Baobao off guard.
Mu Jiangfeng suddenly grabbed Lan Baobao's hand, pulling her into his embrace, his voice trembling with excitement: "I don't care about anything else; what I care about is you. I like you—no, I love you. I've loved you for a long time, Baby. Come with me! Don't marry Ye Zixun, okay?"
"You... you need to let go. I'm getting married to Ye Zixun next week. I'm his fiancée; I can't go with you!"
Lan Baobao struggled desperately to push him away, but Mu Jiangfeng's grip was like a pair of iron claws, tightening more and more.
Mu Jiangfeng didn't listen to her explanations at all, only shouting in her ear: "No matter who you are going to marry, as long as you don't truly love him, I will take you back. No one in this world loves you more than I do. Baby, believe me!"
His voice was hoarse and choked with emotion; the big man was on the verge of tears while holding a woman. Even if Lan Baobao's heart was hard as stone, she couldn't help but feel moved.
There was a sour pain in her heart along with a deep sense of guilt.
Whether she loved Mu Jiangfeng or not, only she knew. For a long time, Mu Jiangfeng had been both her superior and her friend. The love he offered was something she couldn't bear and didn't want to bear. If it were another man, she would have slapped him without hesitation; but when it came to Mu Jiangfeng, she couldn't bring herself to be that ruthless.
She didn't want to carry the weight of this heavy love for a lifetime. "Mu Jiangfeng, I'm not worthy of your love!"
"Baby, there is no standard to measure love in this world. My love for you comes from the heart. Even if you really marry Ye Zixun, it doesn't mean you belong to him. I am willing to take care of you and your two children; can’t I accept that you've been married before?" Mu Jiangfeng released his grip, his eyes filled with expectation and affection. "Baby, I know this is all too sudden for you, but my feelings for you are sincere. Only I can give you happiness in this world. Please think about it?"
If Lan Baobao said she wasn't moved, that would be a lie; but just moments ago, tears of emotion had filled her eyes, and now her heart was in turmoil.
Whoever liked her had nothing to do with her; being liked by someone unnecessary was just a burden. With Ye Zixun knowing that Mu Jiangfeng wanted to take his fiancée away from him, the blame would ultimately fall on her shoulders again. In the end, she would still be the one unable to find peace.
Seeing that Lan Baobao remained silent for a long time, Mu Jiangfeng felt he had pushed her too hard and smiled faintly: "I was too urgent just now; Baby, you won't blame me, will you?"
"I'm sorry, it's my fault," Xin said, sticking out her tongue. She had never wronged anyone; it was these men who had let her down. Yet, she was the only one who bore the consequences. The world was truly unfair.
"Baby, you don't have to rush to reply to me. I know you're going to marry Ye Zixun. Although your marriage is destined not to last long, I also understand that this situation has caused quite a stir. You must feel reluctant to reject Ye Zixun right now. It's okay; I can wait for you, no matter how long it takes.
I just have one thing I want to ask of you."
"What is it?"
"I hope we can still be friends. I would like to be able to invite you out sometimes. Please don't avoid me, okay?" Mu Jiangfeng's eyes were filled with tears, sincere and earnest.
Lan Baobao forced an awkward smile. The car was locked, and she couldn't get out, so she nodded in agreement: "Sure, we've always been friends. Why would I avoid you? Mu Jiangfeng, I need to head back now; Mumu and Ruo Ruo are at home tonight."
Upon receiving her answer, Mu Jiangfeng seemed relieved and opened the car door. Lan Baobao smiled slightly and quickly went upstairs.
She felt a wave of frustration wash over her, her brows furrowing as she stared blankly out the window at Mu Jiangfeng's car still parked below. Li Xiaoran snickered from the side, "Brother Mu, Ruo Ruo, look at your mommy! She's really got quite the charm—about to get married and already has another suitor! Your Ye Family life is sure to be colorful from now on!"
"You troublemaker of a friend, are you trying to stir things up?"
"Just a friend who loves to create chaos!"
As the sound of the sports car engine roared below, Mu Jiangfeng drove off in her Lamborghini in an instant.
Lan Baobao finally breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Mu Jiangfeng leave.
Mu Jiangfeng is a good person, but if he continues to entangle himself like this, she really doesn't know how to respond to his feelings. Moreover, Ye Zixun is not someone to be trifled with. If he finds out that she has a lot of admirers outside, he won't hesitate to make things difficult for her.
Just thinking about it makes Lan Baobao break out in a cold sweat.
Li Xiaoran, seeing Lan Baobao like this, chuckles mischievously.
"Baby, your romantic fortune is really impressive," Li Xiaoran continues to smirk.
"Aunt Xiaoran, being too schadenfreude is not a good behavior," Mu Mu says with a serious expression. Ruo Ruo also blinks her big, watery eyes at the laughing Li Xiaoran, who looks quite unrefined.
Li Xiaoran quickly suppresses her laughter, patting Lan Baobao's shoulder in solidarity before running back to her room to sleep. She wouldn't be foolish enough to offend the cunning Mumu.
She'll have to take advantage of this kid more in the future.
"Mumu, Ruo Ruo. You two are truly Mommy's good babies," Lan Baobao says, feeling deeply moved by her little ones standing up for her. Having these two adorable babies in her life is such a blessing.
Mumu rolls her eyes at Lan Baobao; her mother is just too naive and not very bright. If this continues, how will she avoid getting into trouble with Dad?
"Mommy, Ruo Ruo and I are going to sleep now. You should go to bed early too; don’t stay up too late," Mumu emphasizes that Lan Baobao should not stay up late.
Lan Baobao feels a bit guilty; honestly, she knows she will definitely have trouble sleeping tonight. Her brother Mu is just too perceptive; he knows everything. Compared to him, she feels more like an idiot as an adult.
However, she knows she can't let Mumu find out her true thoughts; otherwise, he would laugh at her mercilessly.
"Okay, you two hurry up and go to sleep. I'll be going to bed soon," Lan Baobao assured Mumu and Ruo Ruo while raising three fingers.
After exchanging goodnight kisses, Mumu took her sister back to their room to sleep.
Lan Baobao stayed alone in the living room, slowly sipping a cup of coffee. Her mind was in turmoil; she had never imagined that her boss, Mu Jiangfeng, would actually like her. Although Brother Mu and Ruo Ruo had discussed this topic countless times, she had always treated it as mere gossip, just listening without much thought. But now, the gossip had turned into reality.
Then there was Ye Zixun and that gentle Gu Feng. These complicated matters left Lan Baobao feeling exceptionally exhausted. She couldn't even begin to imagine what things would be like ten years from now.
Before she knew it, it was already eleven o'clock, and Lan Baobao still had no intention of sleeping.
Looking out the window with a sigh, she wondered if everything would have been perfect if she hadn't suddenly returned to her new home five years ago.
The night was deepening, and at that moment, Ye Zixun was entangled with Mu Jiao'er in a hotel. The thought that Lan Baobao had left with Mu Jiangfeng earlier that evening ignited his anger.
Underneath him, Mu Jiao'er looked at the handsome Ye Zixun and felt a flicker of malice as she remembered that this man was already engaged and about to marry.
What was so great about that useless Lan Baobao? In terms of looks and intelligence, she couldn't compare to Mu Jiao'er at all. Was it just because she had given birth to two of Ye Zixun's children? Mu Jiao'er could do that too; why should everything go to her?
Unwillingness boiled within her! Since the title had already been claimed by that despicable Lan Baobao, she would pull Ye Zixun's heart over in bed so that he could never leave her.
Ye Zixun closed his eyes and imagined the person beneath him as Lan Baobao...
Lan Baobao, you are something else! Just wait until I catch you; I'll show you how to deal with you. And Mu Jiangfeng, just wait! My things will not go easily to you even if they are destroyed!
After spending some time in the bathroom, he emerged wrapped in a white towel, water still dripping from his body.
The cold noodles reflected a certain chill and situation under the moonlight.
Mu Jiao'er had been with Ye Zixun for quite a while, but she had never seen him with such a murderous look on his face. Her soft body lay on the bed as she playfully rubbed her hair and called out, "President Ye, you don't look very happy. Did I not serve you well tonight?"
Ye Zixun did not respond. He tossed two blue pills to Mu Jiao'er. She knew exactly what they meant; it was Ye Zixun's rule that any woman who had been with him had to take this before she could leave.
Under Ye Zixun's watchful gaze, Mu Jiao'er obediently swallowed the pills, opened her mouth for him to check, and then closed it again. Mu Jiao'er felt immense resentment; why did Lan Baobao not have to take the pills while she had to?
She was unwilling! But she could not defy Ye Zixun's orders; the consequences of angering him were quite severe.
Watching Mu Jiao'er swallow the pills eased Ye Zixun's mind. For some reason, he felt a bit guilty.
It seemed he had promised Mumu that he wouldn't go looking for women, and now he felt like he was breaking that promise. It felt bittersweet and uncomfortable to go back on his word to his son.
Then he thought again; it was Lan Baobao who had gone off with another man first, so he was merely reciprocating.
Ye Zixun got up, pulled out a stack of cash from a bag he carried, tossed it onto the bed, and left the hotel without looking back.
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