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The next day, at the villa in the middle of the mountain.

Since it was the 70th birthday of the old mistress of the Jian family, the celebrants had arrived early.

When Jane Wenmo's car arrived, the mountainside of the villa was filled with cars. The narrow road was just enough for the cars to squeeze through.

Mu An looked at the luxurious cars on both sides and couldn't help but feel his heart rise.

"This …" This was too exaggerated.

"Hmm?"

Mu An replied with a single word. Jane Wenmo was originally resting with his eyes closed, but he was successfully attracted by her.

"I think I should head back …"

The corner of Mu An's mouth twitched. No matter how she looked at it, this place didn't match up.

With so many rich people around, it would be better to just forget about having a fake little girl like her.

Why are you asking for trouble?

"Jane Mu An." Jane Wenmo suddenly called out her name. Mu An subconsciously shrunk his neck as he said, "I've already taken a step back and allowed you to stay by the side to rest. Don't step too far away from me."

Jane Wenmo said with a dangerous look in his eyes.

Mu An's body shuddered. "I was just saying it through my mouth. It's not like I really have to go back."

Really.

What was he angry about?

The car slowly drove through the door of Jane's house. It didn't head straight for the main entrance, but towards the side hall.

Jane Wenmo got off the car and glanced at Mu An. After a moment of hesitation, he extended a hand to Mu An. "Follow me."

"Didn't you just say that it would be fine if someone else could take me there?"

"Follow me first."

"No."

Mu An subconsciously shrunk into the car while Jane Wenmo patiently said, "I'll say it one last time. Are you coming out by yourself, or should I carry you in?"

"I... I'll come out myself. "

Mu An said without any temper. Couldn't she just surrender?

In the hall, the madame was chatting with a few old friends. The servant whispered into her ear, and the old lady smiled at her old friends. "Please take a seat. I have something to take care of."

"Go ahead."

"We can take care of ourselves. Go ahead."

"…"

They smiled and said to the madame. The madame got up and glanced at the servant, muttering, "He's back soon, and it's become so mysterious. What's there to be ashamed of?"

"That …" Aunt Meng hesitated for a moment before she smiled and said, "You will know if you go and take a look."

In the side hall.

As soon as the madame and Aunt Meng entered, Mu An stood up anxiously. He was so nervous that he didn't know what to say when he saw the madame. It was just like the first time he saw Ye Zichen's mother. She was already prepared for a cordial greeting, but before she could come up with the excuse, she was already sentenced to death.

She didn't have a chance.

Mu An looked at the madame, who was sizing her up with a pair of sharp eyes.

Looking at her pure white dress, she looked like a little bird that was attached to a human. However, the scar on her face was quite sudden.

At this moment, Mu An looked at her with eyes full of cowardice.

On the other hand, Jane Wenmo smiled at them and said, "Yo, Lady Jane is becoming more and more beautiful. I haven't seen you for a few days, but you've become much younger."

"Stop flattering me. Don't think that just because you say that, I can let go of your marriage. I've said before that I won't allow her to enter the door."

The madame's face was expressionless, and Mu An's words were stuck in her mouth.

She knew that no one would like her like this.

Not to mention that she was a fake princess to begin with, just her current scarred face made anyone who saw it loathe her.

"Sorry, I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Mu An hurriedly apologized, trying his best to maintain the smile on his face to not appear too embarrassed. He then politely nodded his head, bypassed Jian Wenmo and walked out. However, when he passed by Jane Wenmo, his large hand quickly grabbed her wrist.

"Mu An."

"I said I wouldn't."

Mu An shook his hand vigorously.

She had known it would be like this.

She couldn't afford to take on such a wealthy family.

So wouldn't it be okay if she left?

He left quickly. Unexpectedly, the old mistress suddenly spoke up, "Since you know I won't accept it, why do you think you're smart enough to get away with it first?" Or do you think I can let you in just because you're married? "

"I didn't."

Mu An stood there unmoving. When the sunlight shone on her face, the sparkling and translucent light in his eyes made him feel an incomparable amount of pity.

However, at this moment, she was in a sorry state.

She didn't think she had any sense of beauty.

"No?" Do you think I would believe you? "

The old mistress asked sarcastically.

Mu An shook the hand by his side and suddenly smiled.

"Believe it or not, that's your problem. "I have never thought of getting close to anyone. I also know that people like me are unable to enter the eyes of people like you. I apologize for disturbing your good mood."

She didn't climb high, but she didn't feel low in the dust.

She was an ordinary person, but not a sinner.

There was no need to be humble.

Taking a step forward, Mu An left without even looking back.

Behind him, Jane Wenmo's gaze turned colder. Looking at his grandmother, he couldn't help but frown.

"What are you doing?"

Jane Wenmo could not help but clench his teeth, the sound almost squeezed out from the gaps between his teeth.

The old mistress was stunned. "I …"

"Are you satisfied now that the person has left?"

Jane Wenmo could not help but raise his hand to support his forehead as he said exasperatedly, "Your joke is too much."

"How did you know I was joking, I …"

"Stop talking, before I get angry."

After he finished speaking, Jian Wenmo quickly chased after him.

The Countess couldn't help but turn to look at the back view of Jian Wenmo as he chased after her. She couldn't help but turn to look at the servant, Aunt Meng. "Didn't you say she was a strong girl? Why was he unable to endure it with just a few words? Is this a disease of the princess? "

"…" Aunt Meng shook her head helplessly. "Think about the information you've read. The young mistress was in love with the young master of the Ye family for three years. Why didn't she get together with him?"

"How would I know? I'm not a fortune-teller."

The old mistress felt a little wronged as well.

Originally, it was a good day, but in the end, his grandson had said something back to him.

"Madam Ye is too proud and arrogant. She must be well-matched in order to find a daughter-in-law, so …"

"…"

The side hall suddenly became frighteningly quiet.

Looking at the empty door, the old mistress' heart sank.

Outside, Mu An dashed out, ignoring the gazes of others as he did so.

She was already in a sorry state. She only wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

In any case, she would never appear in such an occasion again, so she didn't care whether others looked at her or not.

She was just a clown, performing a farce, making these 'noble' people laugh loudly, and then no one would remember her.

However, just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped by a person in front of him. Mu An didn't even raise his head as he said in a low voice, "Make way."

That person turned his shoulder to the side, but just as Mu An took a step forward, he felt his back leg being forcefully tripped, and his body was thrown forward uncontrollably.