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Yang Yuan felt flattered by Murong Lian's praise, though he tried hard to conceal his pride. He adjusted his posture to a more refined one and said, "Miss Murong's words are indeed as legendary as they say; just a few compliments from you could rival an army. With such praise, I feel a bit embarrassed—truly humbled."
"Young Master Yang, you are mistaken," Murong Lian replied with a slight smile.
"Oh?" Yang Yuan responded, curious. "Where did I go wrong?"
"What I just said was not flattery. I merely spoke the truth about the contributions you have made to Ultimate Electronics Company in this city. Young Master Yang, you are young and talented; I believe you will achieve great things in the future," Murong Lian stated.
"Haha..." Yang Yuan laughed heartily, shaking his head. "Alright, if you keep going, I might actually become proud. Let's talk about something serious."
Murong Lian had already guessed this but pretended to be surprised. "Did Young Master Yang come today for something other than making friends?"
"Yes, I flew to Nanhua City for two reasons: first, to admire Miss Murong's beauty; second, I bring the sincerity of Ultimate Electronics Company and hope to collaborate with Starry Rhythm Advertising Company. What do you think, Miss Murong?" Yang Yuan said with a smile, gently swirling the 1982 red wine in his glass before taking a sip.
Murong Lian looked at Yang Yuan and thought for a moment before responding with a smile, "Are you joking, Young Master Yang? Recently, news has spread about commercial espionage at Starry Melody. Not only were advertising ideas stolen, but many important client documents were also compromised. Now Ultimate Electronics Company wants to collaborate with us—aren't you afraid of leaking trade secrets?"
Yang Yuan maintained his smile and replied, "We at Ultimate Electronics Company have great confidence in Starry Rhythm Advertising Company. I believe Miss Murong has the capability to root out the commercial spies. In that case, Starry Melody will rise from the ashes and regain its former brilliance. This is a trust investment from us; we want to build a good relationship with Starry Melody. What do you think, Miss Murong?"
"No one would turn down money. Since you're not afraid, why would I refuse such an opportunity?" Murong Lian raised her glass in a toast to Yang Yuan and said, "Then let's toast to our successful collaboration!"
Yang Yuan laughed heartily and raised his glass in return. Both of them sipped their drinks while harboring their own thoughts.
"Let's not talk about business today; since we've met, let's drink until we're satisfied!" Murong Lian put down her glass and smiled.
"Right, no business talk—just life," Yang Yuan replied with a slight smile. "Miss Murong, I think I heard you mention something about an actor from an island nation bothering you. What’s that all about?"
Mentioning Mo Ming soured Murong Lian's mood entirely; she shook her head in frustration and said, "Don't bring it up! Just thinking about it makes me angry. Let's talk about something else; I don't want to discuss this matter anymore. Come on, let’s drink!"
Seeing Murong Lian's expression, Yang Yuan knew better than to press further on that topic. He shifted the conversation casually while pouring more wine for her. He had ulterior motives in mind but seemed confident that Murong Lian wouldn't notice; without hesitation, she drank whatever he offered her.
Sitting not far away, Mo Ming had keen ears. Although the bar was noisy, he could still hear their conversation. He wasn't particularly interested, so he ordered two bottles of whiskey and began to drink while enjoying the beautiful women around him. The sight was truly captivating; a voluptuous woman was dancing on stage, stirring many men's desires.
Mo Ming took a sip of whiskey and glanced at Murong Lian, noticing that she was already drunk. Her graceful figure swayed awkwardly, and occasionally her slender arm would hook around Yang Yuan's neck. With her pouting red lips and dreamy eyes, she was irresistible to Yang Yuan, a refined young man.
"Miss Murong, you've had too much to drink. Let me take you home," Yang Yuan said with a sly smile as he helped the tipsy Murong Lian to her feet and prepared to leave. Lala, understanding Yang Yuan's intentions, did not intervene despite being Murong Lian's friend.
Though she was Murong Lian's friend, she had already been won over by Yang Yuan; in her eyes, friendship was not as valuable as money.
"I'm not drunk... I want more! Young Master Yang... why are there two of you? Hehe..." Murong Lian wobbled unsteadily, starting to act silly from the alcohol. Yang Yuan steadied her and said with a laugh, "Miss Murong, let's drink another day; you're already drunk."
Seeing this, Mo Ming took another sip of whiskey and quickly walked over to Yang Yuan. He wrapped his arms around Murong Lian and smiled at Yang Yuan, saying, "I'm sorry, but she's drunk. There's no need for Young Master Yang to trouble himself; I'll take her home."
"Who are you?" Yang Yuan frowned as he sized up this young man who had interrupted his plans. Anger simmered within him, but he held it back.
Murong Lian looked up at Mo Ming with hazy eyes and pointed at his face in confusion. "Why are you... here? Are you following me?"
Murong Lian was indeed drunk; otherwise, how could she lie in his arms without any resistance upon seeing Mo Ming?
"I was worried something might happen to you, so I followed," Mo Ming said gently, like a lover. "Alright, you're drunk now; let's go home." Throughout the exchange, Mo Ming completely ignored Yang Yuan as if he were invisible and turned to leave with Murong Lian.
Yang Yuan couldn't let this unexpected intruder take away the beauty he had almost secured so easily. He reached out and grabbed Mo Ming's shoulder to stop him.
"Stop right there! Who do you think you are to take Miss Murong home?"
At that moment, Lala rushed over and looked at Yang Yuan, asking, "Young Master Yang, what's going on? What happened?"
"I don't know where this guy came from; he keeps insisting on taking Miss Murong home," Yang Yuan replied.
Lala looked at Mo Ming, dressed in cheap clothes, and asked, "Who are you? I've never seen you before."
Mo Ming turned around and introduced himself solemnly, saying, "Sorry for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Mo Ming. I just flew back from Island Nation today, and Murong Lian, she is my wife. Do you have any other questions?"
"What? You are Sister Lian's husband? How come I've never heard her mention you?" Lala said, her eyes wide in disbelief.
"It's normal that you haven't heard of me. After all, both Lian Lian and I are people of status. We didn't want our marriage to be a topic of gossip, so we haven't mentioned it to anyone. However, I often hear her talk about you. You're Lala, right?" Mo Ming smiled.
Lala exclaimed in surprise, "She really talks about me often in front of you?"
"Yes, she says you two are very close friends, best buddies," Mo Ming said, observing Lala's trusting expression and secretly chuckling to himself. He had only just met Murong Lian today; how could he have heard her mention Lala? Women were indeed easy to deceive.
After sizing up Mo Ming, Yang Yuan still seemed skeptical and said, "Why should I believe you? If you say she's your wife, what proof do you have that you're Miss Murong's husband?"
"Of course I have proof; Murong Lian is the evidence," Mo Ming replied as he gently shook the person in his arms and asked, "Lian'er, tell him if I'm your legal partner. If so, just nod your head; if not, shake your head. Understood?"
Awakened by the shaking, the alcohol-induced sleepy Murong Lian was still dazed and couldn't clearly hear what Mo Ming was saying. She foolishly nodded her head and then fell back into a stupor. Satisfied, Mo Ming looked at Yang Yuan and said, "Alright, now you should believe me, right? It's getting late; Lian'er is drunk. I need to take her home quickly. Let's drink another time. Goodbye, Lala."
Before leaving, Mo Ming made sure to give Lala some information about the situation. Believing that Mo Ming was indeed Murong Lian's husband, she waved goodbye with a smile and said, "Okay, please take care of Sister Lian. Goodbye."
Although Yang Yuan still had some doubts after seeing Murong Lian nodding earlier, he did not stop Mo Ming from leaving. However, he suddenly felt a sense of hostility towards him. Shortly after Mo Ming left, Yang Yuan made a phone call. "Find out about a person named Mo Ming. I want to know his details."
Meanwhile, after paying the bar tab and helping Murong Lian out of the bar, just as Mo Ming was about to drive away, he found several police officers standing by his car with breathalyzers in hand. They were testing anyone who attempted to drive. It didn't matter that he had already consumed two bottles of whiskey; even if he hadn't been drinking, he wouldn't dare drive without a license!
Frustrated, Mo Ming hailed a taxi. Once inside the car, the driver asked, "Where to?"
"I don't know!" Mo Ming was taken aback and suddenly remembered that Murong Wei hadn't given him the address of their house. He tried saying, "Driver, do you know Murong Wei?"
"Of course I know! Who doesn't know the famous person from Nanhua City? Just look at the advertisement board in front; isn't that him?" The driver nodded and pointed to the billboard ahead.
"That's right, Driver! I'm actually going to his house!" Mo Ming said happily.
"Are you kidding me? Are you sent by a monkey to mess with me?" The driver replied with a frown. "I could go to Mu Xi's house too. Are you out of your mind? Are you getting in or not? If not, get out quickly. I haven't had a single fare tonight, and you're hindering my business!"
Mo Ming's words did sound a bit foolish. The homes of those celebrities in Nanhua City are all secrets. How could Murong Wei, a king in the business world with enemies everywhere, possibly reveal his address? Even the paparazzi don't know; how could the driver know? The driver was clearly just playing along with Mo Ming's joke.
"I really need a ride. Don't worry, let me ask her for the address first. I'll give you double the fare later, okay?"
"That's what you said. Just don't trick me later; otherwise, you'll regret it." The driver calmed down upon hearing about the double fare.
Mo Ming shook Murong Lian for a while, but there was no response. He gently patted her smooth little face, and only then did she show some signs of waking up. As she opened her eyes, she wrapped her jade-like arm around Mo Ming's neck and leaned in close, her breath smelling of alcohol as she pressed her fiery lips toward his mouth. Mo Ming quickly raised his hand to block her and said, "Sister, can you wake up a bit? Where do you live?"
Murong Lian sat up straight, pouted her lips, and looked at Mo Ming with dazed eyes. She giggled and said, "Young Master Yang... let's keep drinking!" With that, Murong Lian fell back asleep.
Seeing this scene, the driver asked, "Looking at her like this, don't expect to get anything out of her. How about I take you to the nearest hotel instead?"
Mo Ming didn't respond immediately; he checked his phone and realized he seemed to have forgotten it. Then he took out Murong Lian's wallet, opened it, and pulled out her phone only to find that it was dead at this moment. It seemed he couldn't contact Murong Wei after all. Mo Ming sighed and said, "Alright then, just take me to the nearest hotel."
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