The moment Mu Wan’s plane landed, she turned on her phone only to be bombarded by dozens of WeChat notifications.

Kuang Ye teased, “Boss Mu, you seem to have a very busy schedule.”

Mu Wan was just as confused. “Why is Li Yue sending me so many messages? Did something happen at Jian Jia?”

— [Little Boss, someone’s looking for you. It’s a girl, and she’s crying so miserably.]
— [Little Boss, she says her name is Yuan Weiwei. Do you know her?]
— [Little Boss, I think she just broke up, and it seems to have something to do with you. What’s going on?]
— [Ahhh, Wan wan, come and deal with this person quickly! I can’t handle her anymore. She’s asking me about you and Kuang Ye, every little detail. I told her about one of your sweet interactions, and she just started howling and crying again.]
— [After crying, she got hungry and directly ordered high-end delivery in my office. King crab, Australian lobster, and foie gras as big as my fist. I’m about to cry from jealousy.]
— [She invited me to eat with her, but my self-awareness as a lowly office worker made me hold back.]
— [After finishing her meal, she asked me to talk about you two again. Is she trying to steal your boyfriend? Ahhhh, now she’s crying again. What kind of bastard is Kuang Shuyu?]
— [Wan wan, she’s not leaving. She said she’s going to wait for you at the company entrance. I just saw her book a luxury car. AHHHH!]

Mu Wan: “…”
What on earth?

She had given Yuan Weiwei the recording to prevent her from being deceived any further by Kuang Shuyu and to stir up a little trouble for him in the process. How had it turned into this? And now Yuan Weiwei was bothering her employees?

Mu Wan immediately called Li Yue. Li Yue picked up within a second, her voice sounding tearful and exhausted. “Wan wan, thank God you’re finally calling.”

Mu Wan asked, “Is Yuan Weiwei still there? Hand her the phone!”

Li Yue passed the phone to Yuan Weiwei, and as soon as Mu Wan heard her voice, she got straight to the point. “Miss Yuan, what do you want? Our relationship isn’t close enough for you to come to my company and stir up trouble, is it?”

Yuan Weiwei’s voice quivered. “Mu Wan, you’re so cold. I’ve been betrayed by my fiancé, and you don’t even comfort me.”

Mu Wan rolled her eyes. “What’s there to comfort? You’ve finally seen his true face and managed to cut your losses in time. That’s worth setting off fireworks to celebrate. Don’t tell me you still can’t let him go. If that’s the case, leave my company immediately, and I’ll wish you and Kuang Shuyu a happy marriage and two kids in a year.”

Yuan Weiwei’s voice softened, “I don’t…”

Mu Wan snapped, “Good. And you call me cold? After the way you tried to embarrass me at that banquet, I’m already being generous by talking to you. Don’t harass my employees anymore and go settle the score with Kuang Shuyu.”

Yuan Weiwei hesitated. “I…”

Mu Wan asked pointedly, “Do you still love him?”

Yuan Weiwei shook her head vigorously but then realized Mu Wan couldn’t see her. She glanced at Li Yue, and only after Li Yue tactfully turned around did she awkwardly speak up.

“You don’t know this, but back then, I had to act a little dramatic to get my dad to agree to my engagement with Kuang Shuyu. Now, asking him to call it off… I don’t have the courage.”

“So?”

“So can you come with me? My dad cares about appearances, and if someone else is there, he’ll at least hold back his temper a little.”

“… Yuan Weiwei, don’t you have other friends?”

“I do, but I bragged to all of them about how wonderful Kuang Shuyu was to me. I can’t bear the embarrassment now.”

She had spent so much time flaunting Kuang Shuyu’s affection and care to everyone. Now admitting that he secretly thought she was foolish and was only using her? Her pride simply couldn’t take it.

Seeing that Mu Wan remained silent, Yuan Weiwei grew anxious. “Mu Wan, this matter involves you too. You sent me that recording—you can’t just abandon me now.”

Mu Wan replied coldly, “Are you trying to guilt-trip me?”

Hearing the chill in her tone, Yuan Weiwei quickly denied it. Suddenly, her sharp eyes caught sight of a business card on Li Yue’s desk, and an idea hit her.

“Mu Wan, you know my family owns a lot of high-end restaurants, right? If you agree to help me, I’ll outsource all the music work for our restaurants near S City to your company.”

Most high-end restaurants have standard features: fresh flowers, fine wine, and music. The flowers and wine are straightforward, but the music is often used to create an elegant atmosphere. These restaurants typically have live piano or violin performances in a central area, and some guests can even request specific pieces for musicians to play.

For instance, in TV dramas, when a male lead proposes, there’s always a violinist playing in the background. These musicians are usually hired directly by the restaurant.

Mu Wan’s eyes widened. “!!”

This was a massive business opportunity—stable and sustainable. Unlike corporate annual events, which only happen once a year and aren’t guaranteed to recur, this deal would bring continuous income.

Mu Wan asked cautiously, “Can you really make that decision?”

Yuan Weiwei responded confidently, “Of course. I was the one who begged my dad to let Kuang Shuyu handle his past projects.”

Mu Wan raised an eyebrow. “Then why are you so afraid of your dad getting angry?”

Yuan Weiwei muttered sheepishly, “The deeper the love, the harsher the criticism.”

Mu Wan: “…”

She thought it over. Standing as a “background figure” for half a day to secure such a large, long-term contract for her company was an obvious win. It would be foolish to refuse. But she didn’t agree immediately. Instead, she said to Yuan Weiwei, “Agree to two conditions, and I’ll go with you.”

Yuan Weiwei perked up. “Name them.”