You don't agree to have a baby, and you're anxious and angry about the divorce

She had a simple hairstyle, with delicate light makeup like boiled water, a simple low ponytail, small pearl earrings, and some hair left around her ears. She looked a little more mature than usual, and had a sense of dignity and elegance.

Qu Man looked left and right and was very satisfied: "It's very beautiful."

Mu Yuan looked at herself in the mirror. The changes were not that big, but her temperament had inexplicably improved by several levels.

They say clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse, and it seems to be true.

But I can remember the clothes I wore inside.

Mu Yuan felt somewhat frightened.

"Would it be too conspicuous to go like this? After all, he and I are in a secret marriage."

"It's okay. Just say you're just friends when you go there now." Qu Man straightened her collar and said gently, "People nowadays are all snobs. If you dress up a little better, have a better temperament, and hold your ground well, no one will dare to say anything to you."

Mu Yuan once again felt her mother's love and warmth from Qu Man. She smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Mom. I understand."

The servant brought the insulated lunch box over, and Qu Man took it and handed it to her: "Your grandmother specially prepared two portions for you. She was afraid that you would be hungry. You can eat with him in the company, and it's a good opportunity to chat or something."

Although the old lady is dignified and a bit strong, overall the family gets along pretty well.

Anyway, it's much better than Mu Changyong and the others.

At least he wouldn't make things difficult for her for no reason, and he would take good care of her most of the time.

If the family backgrounds match, such a husband's family can be considered very good.

However, Mu Yuan knew her own limitations. She had never thought that she would stay in the Li family in the future, so divorce was inevitable.

In the end, she just wanted to get the compensation agreed upon in the agreement.

For her, it was enough.

……

Afterwards, the driver of the old house took Mu Yuan to the downstairs of Li Chengye’s venture capital company.

The driver instructed: "Second Young Master's company is from the tenth to the sixteenth floor, and his office is on the sixteenth floor."

Mu Yuan nodded and said thank you politely.

After getting off the car, Mu Yuan went straight to the security manager that Qu Man had told her about before she came. The other party politely swiped the card for her, and Mu Yuan directly pressed the 16th floor.

It's not lunch time yet, and Mu Yuan is the only one in the elevator.

Just as the elevator door was about to close, an arm suddenly stretched out and stopped it.

Mu Yuan looked up, his pupils flickering slightly.

Because it was a face that was both strange and familiar.

——Song Zhaochuan.

When the other person saw her, he raised his eyebrows slightly and was a little surprised, but he did not greet her and just walked in alone.

Mu Yuan was not familiar with him, so he had no intention of saying hello. He just watched the elevator rise quietly.

Song Zhaochuan glanced at her sideways, his eyes examining her.

The woman was wearing a simple light blue windbreaker dress that reached just above her ankles. She was wearing beige high heels, revealing a small section of her fair calves, and she looked charming.

Further up, there is a waist-tightening design that perfectly outlines the curve of the upper body.

With a neat low ponytail, the earrings enhance the elegance of her face, making her look particularly outstanding.

Song Zhaochuan narrowed his eyebrows slightly. Although this kind of stuff is not worth 300 million, it is indeed worth 30 million.

After all, she is only twenty years old, which is the most beautiful age.

"Come to see Chenye?"

Mu Yuan originally thought that this man would not speak, but unexpectedly he suddenly spoke.

The voice was gentle and polite, without being too abrupt, but Mu Yuan still felt an uncomfortable sense of being stared at from his tone.

After all, when Li Chengye asked her to go to the IFC Club for the first time, the man next to her said several words of contempt and disdain to her.

Mu Yuan did not respond. She lowered her head and continued to quietly look at the jumping elevator numbers. She was neither humble nor arrogant, but quiet and gentle.

Song Zhaochuan curled his lips and smiled: "There's no need to pretend not to know each other. We met once at the Guojin Club and also at the last dinner."

Mu Yuan had no extra expression and nodded slightly at him: "Hello, Mr. Song."

It was just a perfunctory greeting.

Song Zhaochuan laughed out loud: "No wonder Chengye doesn't like you, you are a bit stupid."

"Are you here to give him a loving lunch?" The man looked at what she was holding and asked again.

"It's not about being loving or not, I'm just simply delivering an afternoon meal." Mu Yuan said.

Song Zhaochuan raised his lips slightly and asked back, "You are just delivering lunch, but you are dressed so exquisitely? It seems that you have put a lot of effort into pleasing him. If I were him, I would have fallen at the feet of this beautiful woman a long time ago."

Mu Yuan frowned slightly: "Does Mr. Song always speak so frivolously?"

Song Zhaochuan frowned slightly, and suddenly took a step towards Mu Yuan. He lowered his voice and spoke close to her ear:

"Chen Ye doesn't take you seriously at all, and you yourself are not necessarily honest. He doesn't care about you, so why should I be polite to you?"

"Brother, stand over there, and Song will stand over there. You are a woman with deep thoughts and frivolous behavior, so don't blame others for treating you frivolously."

The man had a light perfume sprayed on his body, and when he got closer, the perfume all penetrated into Mu Yuan's nose. The enclosed space suddenly felt a bit more ambiguous.

Mu Yuan's eyes were startled for a moment, and she looked sideways, her gaze immediately met Song Zhaochuan's gray eyes, which seemed to be smiling but were actually full of calculation.

Seeing her looking at him, the man's hypocritical smile slowly widened: "But among the green tea scheming women I have seen, you are still a relatively unique one."

Just then, the sixteenth floor arrived.

Song Zhaochuan moved a step to the side and the elevator door opened.

Li Chengye was standing outside the elevator. When the man saw Mu Yuan and Song Zhaochuan appear at the same time, his eyes couldn't help but darken.

Song Zhaochuan walked out first and greeted Li Chengye: "You knew I was coming and came to pick me up in person. Mr. Li is so polite now."

But Li Chengye didn't look at him. His eyes were fixed on Mu Yuan. He said in a cold voice, "Who asked you to come?"