She Lost Memory Before the Divorce-Chapter 243 - 0 Caring More and More About Him

Chapter 243: Chapter 0243: Caring More and More About Him

Chapter 243: Chapter 0243: Caring More and More About Him

“Mm, the other party said they have time at noon today,”

Today… Mu Lan thought for a moment.

“OK, book a restaurant and then inform the other party,”

Seeing that the group of people had no intention of dispersing, Mu Lan raised her eyebrows.

“Everyone, there are five minutes left before work starts; those who forgot to clock in…”

Before she finished speaking, several scatterbrains had already gone to clock in.

All morning, after Mu Lan finalized the new draft, the rest of her time was spent daydreaming, thinking about Huo Tingxiao gently drying her hair for her yesterday and asking her when she would become his person…

What was she thinking about, becoming his person…?

It was just some nonsense he had casually spouted; why was she taking it seriously?

With a sigh, Mu Lan felt she had been a bit off lately, growing more curious and caring about the changes in Huo Tingxiao. She didn’t know whether this was a good sign or a new trap.

After all… she had faced quite a few losses in the past; to blindly trust again would be difficult.

“Knock knock knock”…

The knock on the door interrupted Mu Lan’s thoughts as Tang Xin entered with a beaming smile.

“Manager Mu, it’s time.”

Mu Lan glanced at her watch, got up, left the office, and departed the company with Yun Xi.

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With the boss gone, the gossip squad took advantage of lunch break to start their chatter.

“Tang Xin, was there anything fun to share from yesterday?”

“I saw the boss’s Mr. Right, and they are just perfect for each other, a match made in heaven. Super compatible, I tell you,”

Completely oblivious to how she had been sold out, Mu Lan sneezed in the car, and Yun Xi glanced up at the rearview mirror.

“Caught a cold?”

Mu Lan rubbed her nose.

“Seems like I’m slightly under the weather, but it’s nothing serious,”

Yun Xi silently adjusted the temperature inside the car.

The restaurant Tang Xin had booked was in the city center, and whether by coincidence or not, it wasn’t far from Huo Tingxiao’s company, and it was a French restaurant he frequented.

The table was set by the window with a pleasant view. Mu Lan arrived a bit earlier than the other party. The waiter had just poured her a glass of lemon water when the agent sauntered in.

“Manager Mu?”

Mu Lan looked up; the person was a very young man and seemed to be about her age.

“Hello, Mu Lan,”

She stood up, extended her hand politely, and the man also gently shook the tips of her fingers with the elegance of a gentleman.

“Hello, Cheng Fang,”

Cheng Fang sat down, looking at Mu Lan with a trace of surprise.

“I didn’t expect Manager Mu to be so young.”

Mu Lan maintained a polite, faint smile on her face.

After both had ordered their meals, Mu Lan got straight to the point.

“Manager Cheng is too kind. The fabric we want to customize this time, I wonder if your factory can produce it,”

Cheng Fang raised an eyebrow; did she not want the excess stock he had on hand?

“I currently have a batch of high-end custom fabrics, originally exclusively for Dior and Versace, which should suit your studio’s needs quite well,”

Mu Lan’s gaze dropped as she took a sip of water.

“I have seen the samples you previously sent over, and there is still a gap from what I am looking for. Therefore, I am hoping to discuss customization,”

Cheng Fang paused. Customizing fabrics would multiply the costs.

“Are you sure? I can find a factory for you, but customizing fabrics increases costs significantly. You should know that fabrics like those in my possession are quite expensive in the market. There was this tycoon from Hong Kong who wanted this batch of surplus for interior soft furnishings, and I haven’t given an answer yet.”

Interior soft furnishings… using this batch of fabric for curtains? Definitely a tycoon’s move.

“I’m sure, so I would appreciate it if you could contact the factory in Europe for me,”

Cheng Fang had never met someone so young with such formidable determination before.

Admiration unknowingly flashed in his eyes.

“Alright, Ms. Mu, rest assured, I will find a factory that will produce the fabric of your dreams to your satisfaction,” he said.

“I hope our collaboration will be a pleasant one.”

After the lunch ended and she bid Cheng Fang farewell, Mu Lan caught sight of Huo Tingxiao’s car parked not far off at the street corner. In a short while, she saw him step out of the car, followed by a young and beautiful girl in a skirt, dressed very delicately.

Mu Lan could tell that Huo Tingxiao treated the girl with great tenderness, and she couldn’t help but furrow her brows slightly as she speculated about the other’s identity.

Seemingly catching onto Mu Lan’s thoughts, Yun Xi spoke indifferently:

“It’s Miss Jing.”

Mu Lan was startled.

“What?”

“The person with Mr. Huo is Miss Jing.”

Although Yun Xi’s tone of voice was as calm as ever, concealing his emotions, Mu Lan couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something indescribable about it, maybe she was just being sensitive.

“Oh, is that so…”

Mu Lan turned around feeling somewhat guilty, although she herself didn’t understand what she should feel guilty about; perhaps it was just that brief, unexplained moment of concern from earlier.

——–

Jing Rong had suddenly returned and went straight to look for Huo Tingxiao for no other reason than Yunzhan, the lad, had disappeared and was completely unreachable.

“Mr. Huo, when can I see Brother Yunzhan?” she asked.

Looking at the table full of dishes in front of her, she didn’t want to touch any of it.

Huo Tingxiao cursed Yunzhan countless times in his mind, but remembering that the latter had sacrificed his own reputation for his sake once upon a time, he felt somewhat in the wrong and obviously couldn’t betray him.

“Yunzhan has been very busy lately, and I can’t get in touch with him either,” he said.

Jing Rong hung her head low, looking pitiful.

“Ever since I told him I couldn’t find the power behind Pei Zhao, he’s ignored me. Hmph, that heartless man!”

“…”

Huo Tingxiao frowned. Was Yunzhan even human? To not even spare the underage?

“You two…”

Jing Rong frowned, her gaze tinged with a hint of disdain.

“It’s just an example to say he’s heartless, we didn’t actually do anything wrong.

Mr. Huo, don’t you go online usually?”

Huo Tingxiao didn’t quite know what to say; his life revolved around work and more work, and he wasn’t familiar with these trendy terms.

“Well… I manage.”

Jing Rong sighed.

“Then, don’t you have a generation gap with your wife? I’ve heard Brother Yunzhan say you’re quite a few years apart; a generation gap every three years, hmm, that means you and your wife have effectively two generation gaps.

No wonder the seven-year itch came on so fiercely.”

Huo Tingxiao frowned, looking at Jing Rong dispassionately, he spoke blandly.

“You and Yunzhan are eleven years apart, which should make you two generations apart.”

Jing Rong’s eyes widened, not expecting Huo Tingxiao to have such a sharp tongue, and she couldn’t help but feel her eyes moisten immediately.

“So, you also think we can’t be together, right?”

Huo Tingxiao felt a headache coming on.

“Matters of the heart are not for outsiders to meddle in. Jing Rong, Yunzhan is not a good match for you; he is from a completely different world, and I think it’s better you don’t waste your time on him.”

Jing Rong was dumbfounded, not expecting Huo Tingxiao to be so frank.

Her large, expressive eyes spun round, and a sly smile crossed her face.

“Well… maybe I should set my sights on a different target then.”