Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

Because of this kiss, Gu Chenye's gloomy mood for days suddenly brightened up a lot.

The next day, he asked Xie Fangze, who brought him documents to sign, "When was the show held by your wife?"

"..." Xie Fangze was stunned for a moment and hurriedly gave a time. Fortunately, he was well prepared and had found out all the major movements of his wife in the past year in advance.

"Has the invitation been delivered?"

Xie Fangze swallowed calmly, wanting to sneer and mock, considering your relationship with his wife, they would never invite you over a street dog, but he only dared to feel happy in his mind, and still looked businesslike, "It was probably delivered. The front desk brought a large stack up yesterday, and I didn't have time to sort it out."

He had just sorted out that pile this morning, and it was now neatly placed in the trash can.

"Postpone all your plans for that day, book a restaurant, and hold a celebration dinner for her in the evening."

"Ok."

On the day of the show, Sheng Rugu was outside welcoming guests while Yan Ji was in the backstage watching the models changing clothes. After repeatedly confirming that everything was foolproof, she took the time to go to the front.

There was still half an hour before the show started, but not many people came. Yan Ji looked at this scene and felt a little depressed.

Sheng Rugu was standing in the corner, with her back to her, talking on the phone. Although her face could not be seen, it was clear from the way she paced back and forth and gestured from time to time that she was extremely angry at the moment.

She walked towards her.

"Xiao Ji," Zhou Shuyue called her from behind. She wanted to say something to her before the show started, but she saw that her face was not right: "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"It's okay." Yan Ji was not used to crying, and Zhou Shuyue was not a suitable person to cry to. She avoided the other party's concerned gaze: "There is still half an hour, you sit down first..."

After Sheng Rugu finished her call, she turned around and saw Yan Ji. She suppressed her emotions and walked over to him: "Why did you come out? Is there something going on backstage?"

"No." Yan Ji looked around the empty hall: "What's wrong?"

"..." Sheng Rugu let out a breath, trying to suppress the anger in his heart: "There was a little incident..."

Being stared at steadily by Yan Ji, her voice gradually weakened: "Those people have something to do and can't come. It's okay, at worst we can do it next time..."

She couldn't continue, but was afraid that Yan Ji would worry, so she quickly lowered her head to hide her red eyes. God knows how much thought she put into this show.

"Give me a copy of the list."

Sheng Rugu had always been in charge of the guests' affairs, and she didn't participate much.

"Okay," Sheng Rugu thought she was going to call them, and without thinking, he handed the list to her: "If it's inconvenient, don't call. Your relationship with Mr. Thigh is not that good. What if he finds out that you are borrowing...his...power..."

She spoke slower and slower because Yan Ji only glanced at the list and then left, with no intention of dialing.

"I'm going to run some errands. Please take a look at the backstage."

"What's the matter? The fashion show is about to start," Sheng Rugu followed and walked a few steps, but Yan Ji walked faster and faster, and she soon fell far behind.

Looking at the woman's straight and neat back, she inexplicably had an ominous premonition in her heart, and couldn't help but call her name, wanting to call her back: "Yan Ji..."

After leaving the venue, Yan Ji directly called Mu Yunyao: "Where are you?"

She just took a quick look and found that those who were not on the list all had connections with the Mu family. One or two of them were just coincidences, but as for none of them coming, she knew without thinking that Mu Yunyao must have done something behind her back.

"If I remember correctly, today should be the day of your fashion show. You still have time to call me. You seem to be quite free." The woman's flamboyant and provocative voice came over the phone, full of sarcasm and complacency: "Is it very quiet? Are there more security guards than guests? I heard that in order to ensure safety, you even hired a professional security team. Hahahaha, can't there be eight security guards watching one guest? Oh, are you going to see a fashion show or to jail? Jail can't be that miserable."

"Mu Yunyao, where are you?" Yan Ji got into the car, turned on the hands-free mode of his cell phone and threw it on the dashboard.

"Yan Ji, as long as I am here, your store will never be able to operate in Kyoto. I have already told the people in the circle that if they go to your store to order a dress, even if they walk by there, it will be considered as a grievance against my Mu family."

"Ah."

"why are you laughing?"

Yan Ji didn't say anything, just hung up the phone, then started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

……

Mu family.

Mu Yunyao looked at the live video of the show sent by her people and snorted complacently. She wanted to crush her to death, which was as easy as crushing an ant. She wanted to compete with her, but she didn't even consider her own identity.

She was in a good mood, and even the anger she felt when Yan Ji hung up the phone had dissipated. She hummed a tune, applied a facial mask, and made a cup of hot cocoa. Whenever she thought about how much that woman hated her to death, yet couldn't do anything to her, she felt so happy.

But this pleasure did not last long. Soon the doorbell rang downstairs, and the nanny's whispered questioning came. She didn't take it seriously at first, but the next second, she heard Yan Ji's voice.

Mu Yunyao suddenly sat up from the sofa, thinking that she had heard it wrong. She opened the door and saw Yan Ji standing at the door downstairs.

She had dressed up deliberately today. Just standing there, she was so bright that people couldn't take their eyes off her. The sunlight outside was not as bright as her.

Mu Yunyao crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at Yan Ji downstairs with a victorious attitude: "Are you here to beg me?"

"..."

Yan Ji didn't say anything, just looked at her calmly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Mu Yunyao smacked her lips. "Tell me, if your partner knew that the show was so deserted and it was all because of you, would he immediately break up with you and go his separate ways?"

Yan Ji is sentimental, and it can be seen from her series of crazy behaviors after Xu Mengran's death that she just wants to hurt her the most.

"Mu Yunyao, let's talk? There's no need to involve others in our grudges."

"..."

She instantly became alert. This woman was as cunning as a honeycomb coal. God knew what tricks she would come up with to frame her.

Yan Ji: "Or you don't dare?"

Mu Yunyao's thoughts were touched upon, and she sneered with bluffing: "Why shouldn't I be afraid? This is the Mu family, and everyone here is my people. If you dare to touch me, whatever I do will be self-defense, and Gu Chenye can't protect you."

There is a surveillance camera in the living room downstairs, so she is not afraid of Yan Ji using those dirty tricks. Last time he was just young and hot-tempered, and she fooled him.

She came down from upstairs, her chin slightly raised, her eyelids slightly drooped, and she was proud and arrogant: "I am not the kind of person who is intolerant. If you kneel down and beg me, and agree to divorce Chen Ye, I will immediately call those people and ask them to watch your show. I can also forgive you for framing me."

Yan Ji waited until she finished speaking before saying, "There are other ways."