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The day before her birthday, he had sent Long Er to deliver the so-called formal attire. When she opened it, she saw that Long Er's dazzling eyes were overflowing with violet light. This caused her face to instantly turn pale.

She had once sworn that she would never wear this color again in her entire life, never wear this color that carried all the youthful love of her youth. She never wanted to think about that man she called Prince Violet again.

But now, he presented her with such a dress. She staggered a few steps, then fell onto the small sofa in the living room. The violet color in her eyes was enough to cause her a splitting headache.

The matters regarding that person from all those years ago slowly struggled their way out from the depths of her heart. She only felt as if her heart was being gouged out by a sharp knife, dripping with blood and mangled into a bloody mess.

In the blink of an eye, she had been married for almost a year, and he had already been married for almost three years. As it turned out, that was life, that was time, and that was fate.

After some time had passed, the unbearable pain in her heart gradually numbed. Only then did she pick up her phone and dialed the number of the person who gave her the dress. There was still a suffocating silence, so she spoke first.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gu. Can I trouble you to change your colour in the dress?"

She didn't know why she was so calm. Perhaps it was his indifference that gave her a calm atmosphere. She heard him ask lightly,

"You don't like this color?"

How could she not like it? This was the color that she loved the most. This mysterious and somewhat depressed colour that was both cool and proud. At this moment, she could only pucker her lips as she replied in a disapproving manner.

"En!"

"I think this color suits you!"

He was silent for a long time before he tossed her this sentence.

Cold and proud, proud and aloof, was she not suitable for her?

She stubbornly followed up on his words,

"Sometimes, the ones that suit me might not be the ones I like the most, and the ones I like the most might not necessarily suit me. As long as it's not this color, I accept all other colors!"

She could wear it even if it was a tacky bright red, except for this color.

In the bright tea house.

With a cold expression, Gu Mo Cheng, who was holding the phone in his hand, glanced at the red and swollen eyes of the slender girl sitting in front of him, and slowly opened his mouth.

"There are some people that you have to forget, even if you don't!"

Thinking of the man he met a few times in his mind, always wearing violet clothes on different occasions, looking like an elegant prince, the sneer on his face couldn't help but become colder. So … It was because of this that he did not like this color!

When Mu Yurou heard him, he let out a cold snort.

"So you have to wear this dress... Even if you don't want to, you still have to! "

A dangerous tone, a domineering order, and a hostility that could not be refused.

Mu Yurou's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, but she still made her final struggle.

"This dress doesn't match the color of my hair!"

"Then dye your hair black!"

With another sentence that left no room for negotiation, he hung up the phone.

She was alone on the sofa, hugging herself tightly with her knees bent. At this moment, there was no one who could give her any comfort, no one who could allow her to lean on. Only she could rely on herself.

Shortly after he hung up, someone knocked on the door of her little apartment, and she knew the woman who had been there the last time he had forced her to do her hair.

She stood at the entrance with a smile as she looked at Mu Wenwen.

"Gu Tai, I've been assigned by Second Young Master to give you a hairstyle!"

Mu Wenwen didn't say anything and just turned around to let her in. With a blank expression, he sat on the small sofa. Seeing her like this, the beauty tidied up her tools while saying,

"Gu Tai, don't worry. Second Young Master has already instructed me to only dye your hair once in a while. It's just to match your dress!"

Hearing that, Mu Rong Yi couldn't believe what she was hearing. A trace of light flashed through her originally dull eyes. It seemed that she was concerned about her and wanted to know if what she said was true or not.

That beautiful woman nodded seriously. The heart that Mu Yurou had been holding in for so long was finally at ease. She couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. If he tried to force her to wear a formal dress to make her hair, then she would really hate him to the bone!

The next morning, Long Er came in his car to pick her up. It was the end of March, and the spring weather was still chilly. It seemed like there were a few snowflakes flying in the sky.

The dress he had delivered yesterday was accompanied by shoes and jewelry, and a valuable black fur coat. She wasn't sure if she should thank him for his care or hate his ruthlessness.

Now that she was wearing that outfit, coupled with her fluffy tied long hair, she looked very mature and sexy, with a myriad of styles. Her swaying body and graceful posture made her look like a violet fairy walking in the wind.

She still wore the coquettish and cold makeup she wore on the day of her wedding. It was impossible to see her true appearance, and her thick black eyeliner and enticing, frenzied smog only served to further accentuate her originally indifferent gaze, making it even more severe to the point that no one dared to look directly at her.

A gust of cold wind brought her coat tight around her and she ducked into the car. Her already cold body froze, and she didn't expect him to be there.

He wore a uniform of the same color as her dress, a violet tie that made him look refined, wise, and mature, and the way he looked at her was full of undisguised amazement.

After getting in the car, she leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. She hadn't slept last night and had always been thinking about what had happened between him and Lin Wencheng.

No one spoke along the way as the speeding car stopped in front of the main entrance of the Chengshi Hotel. Mu Yunhai was now rich enough to hold a birthday celebration.

However, after hearing that the fourth young master of Cheng Shi had given half a price to Mu Yunhai for the sake of Gu Mo City, just as Mu Ran was about to open the car door and alight, he saw that he had already walked in front of her door. He politely opened it for her and extended his hand towards her with a gentle smile.

Her lips curled up into a smile as she looked at him with eyes full of ridicule. Wasn't this just playing a fool? She could!

Whenever a reporter caught a picture of her, she would cast a cold glance at it. The hustle and bustle of the reporters were somewhat frightened by her sharp gaze, and they also started to be very careful when taking the photos, trying their best to not shoot her in the front.

The others had already arrived, and their match was considered the last. As soon as he entered the hotel's lobby, he walked towards the group of people that could be called family members. The first line of sight that Mu Ran felt came from Mu Xiyan.

Jealousy, envy, and hate. She could feel these three most popular emotions from Mu Xiyan's gaze. Mu Ran did not retreat but turned his head to face her in a provocative manner. Mu Xiyan's overweening arrogance immediately weakened.

The other line of sight came from Lin Wen Cheng. Astonishing, pleasant surprise, scorching heat, heartache, pity … all the emotions that he should have shown to his lover, he focused on her.

However, she didn't have the courage to meet the attentive gaze of Mu Xiyan. The man beside her seemed to have seen through her sore spot and deliberately tortured her, hugging her as he walked towards Mu Lingfeng and Lin Wencheng.

Mo Ran instinctively dragged his body backwards, refusing to approach the two men. However, he didn't allow her to reject him. He tightly held onto her slender waist, and almost pushed her forward by the waist.

"Director Mu, are you feeling better?"

The woman in Gu Mo Cheng's embrace greeted Mu Ling Feng politely, and a polite smile appeared in her eyes as she looked at Lin Wen Cheng.

Seeing that he had already begun to greet her, she could only muster up the courage to force out a smile as she looked at those two. Luoluo greeted them,

"Second Sis, Second Brother-in-law!"

However, he suddenly realized that Lin Wen Cheng and Mu Ling Feng had changed into a black suit for the first time. Lin Wen Cheng was in a black suit, while Mu Ling Feng was in a black evening dress. He didn't look purple at all.

She couldn't help but secretly let out a breath of relief as she heard Mu Lingfeng's voice by her ear.

"Fourth Sister's dress color is really nice, is it Second Sister's eyes?"

She embarrassedly smiled as she didn't say it out loud. However, the man suddenly leaned over and pecked her lightly on the side of her face before saying with a smile,

"Our family's dye is the most suitable for this color. Cold and aloof, proud and independent, don't you think so, Prosecutor Lin?"