She Lost Memory Before the Divorce Chapter 256

Chapter 256: Chapter 0256: Lure the Enemy Deeper Chapter 256: Chapter 0256: Lure the Enemy Deeper Feng Lin's expression remained unchanged as he waited for Huo Tingyang to continue.

“Is your backer the old man?”

That was the most likely possibility; Huo Tingyang couldn't think of anyone else with the capability to hold down Feng Lin and allow him to navigate with such ease between various powers while still managing to keep himself safe.

“Mr. Huo, you're giving me too much credit. I'm just a wage earner. There are no less than eight 'President' titles under the Huo Group, and within the group, I, Feng Lin, am nothing special.

Nowadays, presidents are a dime a dozen. You're the heir to the Huo Group, and you really don't need to waste your time on me.”

If someone else had said these words, Huo Tingyang might have believed them.

But coming from Feng Lin's mouth, he wouldn't believe it if it killed him. He had witnessed Feng Lin's methods at the Huo Group over this period and had seen him act decisively and vigorously, especially regarding some of the national-level major projects the Huo Group held, which he had completed with exceptional competence.

Having reached this point in the conversation, and still managing to subtly throw out hints without wavering, Huo Tingyang found himself truly at a loss, unsure of what to do next.

“If Mr. Feng has any demands, feel free to make them directly. The conversation between smart people should be straightforward.”

Feng Lin remained as unmovable as a mountain.

“Mr. Huo, I will handle all official matters in a professional manner, but as for other matters… I really can't help.”

Huo Tingyang clenched his teeth in frustration, having run out of options, neither threats nor bribes having worked; he could only resort to some underhanded tactics now.

“I've heard that Mr. Feng has been pursuing the top model Liu Ai. Coincidentally, my fiancee's mall is actually looking for a spokesperson…”

Feng Lin looked towards Huo Tingyang indifferently, his expression unreadable with neither joy nor anger.

“Mr. Huo may not be very familiar with the modeling circle, but the one thing Liu Ai isn't lacking is endorsements.”

Though he didn't deny pursuing her, he directly rejected Huo Tingyang's offer.

Huo Tingyang's face darkened.

“Every year, the Sheng Corporation's many sponsorships aren't insignificant, with the new waves pushing forward from behind the old ones. Who can stay on top forever? There always has to be someone to replace them, doesn't there?

With only so many resources to go around, if someone else snatches them away, soon there will be none left.”

Feng Lin smiled faintly.

“If Mr. Huo is so certain of that, you might as well see just how stable Liu Ai's position as the top national model is.”

Having failed to gain any advantage, Huo Tingyang left the private room with a snubbed nose, clearly frustrated and angry.

“Mr. Feng, you'll regret your decision today!”

Feng Lin responded blandly:
“Rest assured, Mr. Huo, the decisions I, Feng Lin, make are never regretted.”

Huo Tingyang left the room with a cold face, while Feng Lin took out his cell phone and opened WeChat, just in time to see the Moments post from Liu Ai in Paris–'These legs are slim thanks to the catwalk, way to go, Student Ai.' Smiling slightly at the edges of his lips, he remembered the girl's long legs as usual and casually liked the post.

Huo Tingyang really thinks too highly of himself. Not to mention whether he has the power to trip up Liu Ai, even if he did, it would only amount to trivial trouble that doesn't show up in the grand scheme of things.

Sigh, when will the Huo Family's struggle come out into the open? He's getting incredibly bored these days, constantly having to find ways to refuse the olive branches extended to him.

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Setting the store issues aside for the time being, Mu Lan focused wholeheartedly on securing the Luo Ning account, yet despite several drafts, the other party showed no intention of approving her work.

It was either one issue or another, wearing Mu Lan down until she had no choice but to agree to one final revision.

Success or failure, she had done her best.

In this last attempt, Luo Ning tried to find faults, but the dress was too beautiful to take her eyes off, and deep down she was annoyed–how could this person become more determined the more setbacks she faced, and without showing any temper.

“Miss Luo, if you're still not satisfied, then I'm afraid you'll have to find a designer who meets your taste,” Mu Lan said.

Luo Ning lifted her gaze to look at her, her face wearing a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

“Does Miss Mu think she gave it her all this time?”

Mu Lan didn't speak, although she could have guessed the outcome long ago, she lived by a principle of having a clear conscience, always trying first before having no regrets, not to explain to others, but to herself.

“It's not just this time that I gave it my all, I give it my all every time.

It's just up to Miss Luo herself to decide which style she likes, but I think every one of my designs is very good.”

If a designer doesn't have that kind of confidence, she might as well pack up her bedding roll and go home to be a freeloader.

“Is that so? It seems that it's my level of appreciation that's inadequate, I am truly sorry, I… didn't like any of them.”

Luo Ning watched Mu Lan steadily, wanting to provoke her into a rage, but clearly, Mu Lan was always very restrained, simply taking the manuscript back indifferently.

“There's nothing to be sorry about, if there's a chance we can collaborate again in the future.

If Miss Luo doesn't have anything else, I'll take my leave now.”

Seeing that Mu Lan was really about to leave, Luo Ning immediately spoke to keep her.

“Wait a moment, Miss Mu. Don't be in such a hurry to leave.

There are some things I would like to verify with Miss Mu.”

Mu Lan looked at Luo Ning, whose smile was brimming, and felt a chill down her spine; she always felt as though Luo Ning was plotting something uncomfortable.

“Please speak, Miss Luo.”

“Miss Mu should know about Pei Zhao's subordinate called Lin Yize, right?”

Mu Lan frowned slightly, unsure of what Luo Ning meant by bringing up this matter.

“Of course, he is my high school senior.”

“Oh, it's really not much, I just heard that Lin's mother seems to have a good relationship with you, even taking you as a goddaughter.

I hear her health hasn't been good lately, and Lin has been quite worried. Ah, when a subordinate can't invest wholeheartedly into their work, Pei Zhao is also worried.

How could I stand by and watch? So, if Miss Mu has time, perhaps you could visit the elderly lady.”

Luo Ning spoke with confidence as if it would be a great sin if she didn't go, but the reality was Mu Lan genuinely couldn't remember ever recognizing Lin Yize's mother as her godmother.

“Alright, I'll consider it. If Miss Luo has…”

“Instead of picking a date, why not just go today? I am planning to visit her as well, let's go together.”

Mu Lan furrowed her brows, looking at Luo Ning, who wore an eager smile, clearly certain Mu Lan wouldn't refuse.

“Sorry, Miss Luo, I…”

“How about this, though I wasn't completely satisfied with your design, if you accompany me to visit the aunt, I can finalize the last dress.”

This move was truly clever, a classic case of initially dampening expectations then presenting a condition, what person who has taken ninety-nine steps would give up on taking the final step?

Left with no choice, Mu Lan agreed.

Luo Ning was truly delighted, feeling that everything was under her control.

Little did she know…

After the two visited Yun Meixian, Mu Lan always felt there was something circling in her mind upon seeing Yun Meixian, but she just couldn't remember what it was.

Seeing her like this, Yun Xi couldn't help but worry.

“Are you alright?”

“I'm fine, it's just that the person seemed too familiar, and there's something in my mind that I just can't seem to recall.”

Chapter end

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