Transmigrating into a book, the fake daughter is spoiled by the group every day

After ordering, everyone started chatting. The warm and elegant lighting in the restaurant added a relaxed atmosphere to the gathering.

Lu Minghui winked at Luo Xiangming, and Luo Xiangming understood what he meant, but he knew that getting straight to the point might seem abrupt, so he decided to start with a light topic.

"Mr. Jiang, you've already achieved such brilliant success in the industry at such a young age. I'm truly enviable. I wonder if you have someone you like besides your busy work?"

"Lao Luo, from what you said, it seems you want to introduce a daughter to President Jiang. You just got a daughter back home." Lu Minghui took over the topic naturally and teased.

Hearing his father's words, Lu Jinan's face changed.

"Thank you all for your concern. Work has been my main focus lately, and I haven't had much time to think about relationships yet. However, I believe that when destiny arrives, things will naturally fall into place."

"Mr. Jiang is so ambitious. He is in charge of such a big project at such a young age." Luo Xiangming said with a smile, and the topic gradually turned to the project.

"Yes, we can all see President Jiang's ability." Others echoed.

Jiang Yuxuan smiled slightly: "Thank you for your praise. You are all my predecessors. I should learn a lot from you."

"Speaking of this project, could Mr. Jiang reveal some inside information?" Lu Minghui said.

Jiang Yuxuan nodded: "Speaking of this project, Jiang's initial plan is to invest 100 billion."

"100 billion, this is not a small amount."

"That's right, one family alone definitely can't finish it all."

"Both Luo and Lu are among the top groups in Hai City and are very powerful. However, the specific subsequent bidding will depend on you." Jiang Yuxuan said to Luo Xiangming.

After hearing Jiang Yuxuan's words, everyone present understood what was going on.

Soon, delicious dishes were served one after another.

After getting the answers they wanted, they started chatting.

Outside the box, Luo Ning'er and Song Yun had almost finished their meal.

"Mom, I'm going to the bathroom first." Luo Ning'er walked towards the bathroom.

After Luo Ning'er solved her personal problem, she took the opportunity to tidy up her makeup. Suddenly, her arm accidentally touched an exquisite vase placed next to her.

The vase swayed slightly, as if even the air was trembling. Then, with a "clang", it finally couldn't keep its balance and fell to one side.

Luo Ning'er screamed and subconsciously tried to hold the vase, but it was too late.

Just when she was about to fall due to losing her balance, a strong and firm hand quickly reached out and pulled her back to her original position steadily.

Luo Ning'er was still in shock. When she looked up, she saw a strange man standing in front of her.

"Are you okay?" The man's voice was low and magnetic, making people feel inexplicably at ease.

Luo Ning'er then realized that the powder bottle in her hand had tilted in her panic, and the white powder inside fell like snowflakes onto the man's clothes, forming a striking white mark. Her face instantly flushed like a ripe apple, and she was filled with regret and embarrassment.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to." Luo Ning'er's voice was filled with anxiety and apology as she apologized repeatedly to the man. She was frantic, trying to find something to help him clean the powder off his body.

Seeing this, the man quickly waved his hand to signal her not to worry, and said in a relaxed tone: "It's okay, it's just a small matter. But you, are you not hurt?"

Luo Ning'er shook her head, her face full of guilt: "I'm fine, I'm so sorry. I'll compensate you for the price of your clothes." She was full of self-blame and felt that she should take responsibility.

The man smiled and shook his head, and replied gently: "No, it's not much money."

Luo Ning'er frowned and insisted, "No, this is my fault. I must compensate you. Otherwise, I can wash it for you and then return it to you after washing?" She hoped to make up for her mistake in this way.

The man's expression changed slightly, as if he was moved by Luo Ning'er's serious attitude. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and agreed to the proposal: "Okay, thank you for your help."

"Then let's add each other's contact information. I'll contact you when I'm done washing."

The man took out his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Luo Ning'er.

Luo Ning'er also took out her mobile phone and added a WeChat friend. "Wait a moment, I'll be there soon." After saying that, she turned around and ran back to her seat.

"An An, what's wrong?" Song Yun saw her daughter running over in a hurry, taking a bag and leaving immediately, and couldn't help feeling confused.

Luo Ning'er replied breathlessly, "Mom, I'll tell you later." She took the bag and quickly returned to the man.

"Hello, this is the clothes I just bought for my brother. Your body shapes are similar, so you can change into this one first." Luo Ning'er said breathlessly.

Looking at the bag in Luo Ning'er's hand, the man naturally took it and changed into new clothes, then handed his dirty clothes to Luo Ning'er.

As he handed it over, the man said, "Jiang Yufeng"

"What?" Luo Ning'er didn't hear clearly and didn't quite understand what he meant.

"I mean my name is Jiang Yufeng." The man repeated.

"Oh!" Luo Ning'er suddenly realized, "Hello, my name is Luo Ning'er. I will contact you after I finish washing the clothes."

The man nodded and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Luo Ning'er didn't want to keep her mother waiting any longer, so she said goodbye to him and left.

Looking at the girl's departing back, Jiang Yufeng's face was gentle.

Luo Ning'er returned to her seat and could finally take a breath. She put the bag of dirty clothes aside, picked up the juice on the table and took a big sip.

"Slow down, what happened? Why are you so anxious?" Song Yun asked with concern.

"There was an accident just now. I accidentally soiled someone's clothes. So I asked my brother to change his clothes, washed his clothes and returned them to him." Luo Ning'er raised the bag and gestured to Song Yun.

Song Yun took the bag and said, "What clothes are these?"

After opening the bag, Song Yun couldn't tell what brand it was.

"Mom, do you know what brand of clothes this is? I don't know what brand of clothes this is, nor do I know its value, so I said I would wash it for him and return it to him."

"It doesn't look like a brand name. It looks like it's handmade, but not like the common ones." Song Yun carefully observed the texture and details of the clothes, frowned slightly, and seemed to be lost in thought.

After a while, she shook her head slightly, indicating that she was not sure about the specific brand and value of the dress.