She Lost Memory Before the Divorce

Chapter 238: Chapter 0238: CEO Huo’s Clingy Pursuit of His Wife

Chapter 238: Chapter 0238: CEO Huo’s Clingy Pursuit of His Wife

“””

“Our relationship has always been a gentleman’s agreement, Mu Lan. It seems to me that it was you who misunderstood me just now.

I’m not sure how Tingxiao explained things to you, but I never intended to hurt you, not in the past, and certainly not in the future.”

Pei Zhao spoke earnestly, yet Mu Lan was not swayed by this sincerity.

In the seven years of her marriage, she had grown accustomed to maintaining a distance from the opposite sex, unlike her days in school when she still had some male friends.

“The matter between you and Huo Tingxiao… I think it should be resolved by the two of you.

If you think you can use me to strike at him, then you’re mistaken.”

Mu Lan was very direct, not beating around the bush. Pei Zhao, looking at her candid face as she said these words, suddenly felt like sullied mud, considering using a woman for his own vengeful purposes. Her clear eyes appeared to see right through him.

“I have no such thoughts.”

Pei Zhao wore a smile, his lies coming as easily as if plucking them from thin air; his facade was too heavy.

Yun Xi didn’t want Mu Lan to waste time with such a person.

“Mu Lan, I’m a little hungry.”

This clumsy excuse almost made Pei Zhao laugh out loud.

And Lin Yize never missed an opportunity to insert himself into the conversation.

“Then why not dine together? We…”

A dagger-like glare from Yun Xi interrupted Lin Yize mid-sentence.

“I have no interest in eating with you.”

Pei Zhao did laugh out loud.

“Hahahaha… Where on earth did Yunzhan find such a treasure like you?”

Mu Lan wondered if it was her own misperception, but Pei Zhao seemed to be particularly interested in Yun Xi.

To avoid some conflicts, it was best to leave first.

“Mr. Pei, we won’t bother you any longer.”

Watching the two of them leave, Pei Zhao couldn’t suppress a trace of amusement in his eyes.

“It seems Huo Tingxiao’s influence on her is still significant. She regained her memory and just a trip to Paris seems to have rekindled something.

Tian Zuo, find out everything that happened to them in Paris, I want to know every detail.”

“Yes, Mr. Pei.”

Looking up at Lin Yize’s eyes, brimming with reluctance, Pei Zhao couldn’t help but chuckle.

“If you keep dawdling like this, you’ll never get her back.

I thought of using gratitude to bring him over to my side… but it turns out this girl is quite clear-headed.”

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Lin Yize pursed his lips.

“Mr. Pei…”

Pei Zhao’s gaze darkened as he looked at Lin Yize, now with a hint of disdain.

“To achieve great things, one must make sacrifices and gains. Think it over for yourself.”

——–

Mu Lan posted a job advertisement on Weibo for a design assistant, planner, salesperson, graphic artist…

Initially, there was no response, like throwing a stone into the ocean, until… Liu Ai reposted the tweet.

Everyone started guessing who was behind it.

Huo Tingxiao was not initially interested in social media but installed it for Mu Lan.

After he noticed the interaction between Liu Ai and Mu Lan, as her number one fan, he immediately thought about getting He Yan to arrange for those big-name fashion bloggers to repost it.

“””

This marketing tactic was common, a promotional microblog could cost tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, and after all, marketing accounts operated on profit, money was king.

But they were afraid of the plan backfiring, so they simply gave a little push to get Liu Ai on the trending search, as it was not strange for a supermodel like her to be there.

In just two days, Mu Lan’s inbox was flooded. Sitting in her studio, she carefully sifted through and chose a recent graduate, a young girl named Tang Xin, as her assistant. Sweet as her name suggested, her smile was especially cute during the interview, and Mu Lan felt a good vibe from her and was very satisfied.

As the studio started to take shape, Huo Tingxiao found himself coming home on time only to discover that Mu Lan often returned late. This had been the case for a week, and he felt somewhat unaccustomed to it.

“Mr. Huo, Madam has a fashion industry cocktail party to attend tonight.”

Huo Tingxiao looked up, some emotion swirling in his dark eyes.

She didn’t seem to want him to come with her, which left a sour taste in his heart.

“Address.”

“Peninsula No.1.”

Huo Tingxiao was now torn about whether to go to this cocktail party or not.

He Yan, being a great Chinese assistant, hinted with a smile:

“You won the Fashionable Gentleman award from C Magazine last year, and this event’s organizer is also their editor-in-chief.”

“Did they send me an invitation?”

“Of course.”

He Yan thought to himself, if you want to go, there is an invitation for you.

Huo Tingxiao immediately picked out a custom-made suit, making himself look very handsome.

Meanwhile, Mu Lan, who had no idea that she would encounter Huo Tingxiao tonight, styled herself with a meticulous low ponytail, looking very professional. The outfit she donned was her own design, featuring asymmetrical cuts, paired with strapless jumpsuits, and silver strappy sandals that were the icing on the cake.

Her handbag was matched with a Filin vintage green paperclip.

The assistant Tang Xin seemed to be attending such an event for the first time, her eyes wide open with both nerves and excitement, whispering into Mu Lan’s ear.

“President Mu, there are so many influential figures here.”

Mu Lan glanced around and recognized quite a few faces, all thanks to Liu Ai who had taken time out from Fashion Week to brush up her knowledge.

After entering, she first picked up a glass of champagne and didn’t rush to socialize; instead, she observed cautiously until she saw a middle-aged woman dressed in a champagne-colored gown nearby— it was the editor-in-chief of C Magazine.

“Hello, Editor Min, I’m Mu Lan.”

The woman gave her a look, her gaze then casually sweeping over the little assistant behind Mu Lan.

“Oh, you know me?”

“Your reputation precedes you.”

Although the woman had some years on her, she was well-maintained and refined by time, emanating an air of enchanting elegance.

“That sounds a bit like flattery. I heard you won the silver award at the design competition and accepted an exclusive interview with the French Edition V Magazine, even with Sara personally working on your piece. Impressive for someone so young,” she spoke neutrally, making it hard to discern her emotions, but Mu Lan knew that although C Magazine was one of China’s top domestic magazines, it was different from V Magazine and E Magazine—C Magazine was a homegrown local publication with a thirty-year history and the efforts of many in the Chinese fashion industry, a pioneer among fashion trend magazines.

“You flatter me.”

“Where’s the flattery? I heard you turned down an interview with Zhang Yu; the rumor has created quite a stir in the circle. I’m curious why you would pass up such a good opportunity…”

Tang Xin looked at Mu Lan with some concern, wondering how to respond to such a pointed question.

She had expected Mu Lan to be quite embarrassed, but was surprised to see her respond with composure.

“Every collaboration is an opportunity, let’s just say the right moment hasn’t come yet between Editor Zhang and myself.”

Her reply was watertight and beyond reproach, neither belittling others nor diminishing her own worth.

A hint of admiration flashed in Min Qi’s eyes.

A commotion suddenly arose at the entrance of the banquet hall, and as Mu Lan looked over, she saw the person who had arrived and was slightly surprised.

Huo Tingxiao? Why was he here?