Fengshi also helped Lin Jinran carry her luggage into the room and introduced each room one by one. There was a master bedroom, a guest room, and two living rooms. She would live in the master bedroom...Fu Mo's cold and stern face wore a smile. "I hope Mr. Mu doesn't mind that I, as a lowly servant, stole the spotlight at the banquet to express my love for my wife."

"How is that possible, Mr. Fu is serious." Mu Shaocheng replied with a smile, showing no anger at all, as if he didn't react to Fu Mo's intentional kiss just now.

"Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu are truly a loving couple." someone flattered nearby.

If it were another day, Fu Mo'han wouldn't have bothered. Today, however, he kept a smirk on his lips and responded, "Thanks for the compliment. I came to Mu Shao's banquet today for two reasons: first, to introduce my wife to the world; second, to crush the rumors and prevent them from slandering our marriage as being a mere facade."

"How could this be Even though Mr. Fu and his wife are so loving, there are still rumors about them. It's really despicable."

"Yes, yes, Young Master Fu wouldn't marry the young mistress if he didn't love her."

Everyone looked at each other and spoke in unison, all testifying to how much Fu Mo Han loved Lin Jin Ran.

Lin Jinran listened, a cold smile on her face. She finally understood Fu Mo'han's intentions for bringing her here.

Show affection!

All these couple outfits, whether they're suits or evening gowns for anniversaries, and all the talk about being deeply in love is just a show of affection! It's all a performance.

Fu Mo'han really acts the whole part!

From start to finish, Mu Shaochen's lips were curled into a smile, his heart cold and hard as stone.

He didn't even bother to respond to the flattery of the people around him, nor did he pay attention to Fu Mo's performance.

From beginning to end, I believed that Lin Jinran was not happy!

Fu Mo Han curled his lip, a cold gaze sweeping over Mu Shao Chen's suit. "Mu Shao, this suit of yours, I seem to have seen it somewhere before"

Sneaking a glance at the absent-minded woman beside him, he playfully squeezed her hand and said in a low voice, "Honey, look at Mr. Mu's suit. Doesn't it resemble the one-third of the design you gave me that I threw away"

The pain coming from his hand, Lin Jinran turned to Fu Mo寒, pursed his lips, and happened to meet Fu Mo寒's dark eyes.

To onlookers, it seemed like a tender gaze between them. Only Lin Jinfan knew the truth was otherwise.

She dodged and looked at Mu Shaocheng's suit.

As soon as he walked over, Lin Jinran noticed Mu Shaocheng's new suit. He felt familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

Upon Fu Mo Han's reminder, she suddenly realized. The tailoring and design were indeed very similar to what she had designed for Fu Mo Han, the one that was taken away by Fu Mo Han and never returned, along with one of the other three sets!

Could it be that Mu Shaochen's designer has a psychic connection with her and thought of the same thing!

Coincidence, or...

Lin Jinran glanced at Fu Mo'han intentionally, faintly denying, "Not quite the same, the pattern is much better than mine."

Fu Mo Han smiled enigmatically, "That's right, the three sets you designed, I've already thrown them away. How could they possibly be worn by Mu Shao"

Mu Shaochen's smile froze at the corner of his lips, almost unable to maintain it.

"Mr. Mu, you have a phone call." Sanglan came over promptly, her attention shifting to her.

"Excuse me, I'll be going first." Mu Shaocheng maintained a smile and cast a deep glance at Lin Jinran before turning around and leaving in large strides.

Sanglan glanced at Lin Jinran with a meaningful look, and followed Mu Shaocheng's footsteps together.

Lin Jinran walked in the direction Mu Shaochen left, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. She feared that this parting might be their last.

Once, she didn't want to meet Mu Shaochen, afraid of embarrassment and even more afraid of not knowing what to say.

Today, at our first meeting, I found that she could face me calmly.

His finger suddenly throbbed with pain, Fu Mo Han's cold voice echoed in his ear, "Don't want to let go"ou. 。"I think, sir, he would be very happy to see you. I'll arrange for a car to take you there right away." 。The steward smiled slightly without hesitation. 。"Good 。Lin Jinran withdrew his hand, got...