Lin Mubai’s expression had already turned extremely unpleasant as soon as her words fell.
The person being stared at seemed completely unaware, continuing to gaze at the woman’s face on the sofa, as if searching for something.
At this moment, An Nan suddenly opened her eyes and made eye contact with her. Miss Lan was also composed, with no intention of avoiding eye contact, frankly continuing to look at the other person. At the same time, a ripple of admiration, even astonishment, appeared in her previously dismissive heart.
The moment this woman opened her eyes, her originally ordinary face suddenly became dazzling, so captivating that no one wanted to look away from her. Googlᴇ search novel{f}ire.net
Opening her eyes to find a stranger staring at her, An Nan was first taken aback, then offered a faint smile. She stood up from the sofa and proactively greeted, "Hello, I’m An Nan."
In her view, anyone standing here must be a friend of these people, and the woman in front of her left a nice impression, which is why she initiated the greeting.
If you were to compare, An Nan was no less self-willed than Miss Lan.
There’s a saying that ’friendship is not about how long you’ve known someone, but whether you can understand each other.’
This statement perfectly captured the connection between Lan Xinru and An Nan. In the next moment, under the astonished gaze of everyone around, the two equally charming women tightly shook hands: "Hello, I’m Lan Xinru."
These two remarkably graceful women had an exceptional tacit understanding. Neither of them bothered with pleasantries like ’pleased to meet you’ because such hollow words were unnecessary between them.
Lan Xinru and An Nan stood there chatting so engrossedly that they completely forgot about the group of gossiping men around them eager to know the truth.
Han Xiayang nudged Lin Mubai beside him, looking utterly perplexed: "What’s going on? Just a moment ago, wasn’t Miss Lan still saying your wife was like cow dung and unworthy of your flower?"
Han Xiayang deliberately raised his voice, speaking intentionally for someone to hear.
Lan Xinru’s mouth twitched instantly, glaring fiercely at Han Xiayang, then turned her anxious gaze to An Nan before her, only to see An Nan dismissively wave her hand: "It’s fine, I won’t mind. Xia Yang was just stating the truth, after all."
Just as An Nan finished speaking, she was interrupted by a righteously assertive voice: "An Nan, you are the best. In my heart, you always have been, and no one can compare to you."
Little Jia You’s voice was clear and resonant, with unwavering determination in his eyes.
"Jiayou," An Nan softly called his name, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
At this moment, Little Jia You had already stood up from the sofa and leapt into her embrace: "An Nan, from now on, don’t ever say that about yourself. I don’t like hearing it."
"Okay, I understand." As mother and son, she naturally understood his feelings and thoughts. What began as mere teasing turned serious without her realizing it.
This little guy always believed he had delayed her all these years and blamed himself for her never marrying. She thought that as he grew older, his mindset might change, but surprisingly, he still held the same belief. It seemed she needed to be more mindful of her words in the future.