Chapter 390: The One Wearing a Suit in the Bitter Cold

Several people had finished eating when Lin Ning happened to walk in, wearing a black waist-cinched coat, her hair unusually tied in a high ponytail, making her look strikingly beautiful.

Behind her followed an equally pretty girl, someone Mu Youyu had seen before—Lin Ning's friend Ye Yin.

After Lin Ning politely greeted all the brothers, she then flung herself at her best friend and hugged her tightly, 'Youbao, I've missed you to death!'

Mu Youyu was pushed back a step by the hug, smiling as she returned the embrace, 'Ningning, I miss you too.'

After releasing the embrace, Lin Ning sized her up from head to toe, lightly tapping her cheek with her fingertip, and whispered, 'You've lost weight; you must not have eaten well abroad. From now on, I'll make sure you get fed back up.'

I haven't lost weight.

Lin Ning didn't believe her, saying, 'If I say you've lost weight, then you have.'

Mu Youyu didn't want to say more; Ye Yin ahead smiled and waved at her.

Lin Ning spoke up to introduce: 'Afraid you might forget, let me reintroduce—my best friend, the princess of Y Guo and M Guo, got it?'

Refuting her in front of everyone would damage her image, so Ye Yin couldn't be bothered to argue, 'Understood.'

Only then did Lin Ning feel satisfied; turning to Mu Youyu, her tone dropped noticeably: 'Treasure, this is Ye Yin—you two already added each other as friends, and we still have a little group chat, right?'

'I remember, I remember.' How could Mu Youyu forget? She had just sent a message yesterday.

'Then that's good.'

Lin Ning's gaze fell on Jiang Liangjin; she rare­ly gave him a smile, 'Long time no see.'

Jiang Liangjin's eyes were cold and aloof; he gave a faint 'hmm'.

Song Yan paused in the act of putting on his mask, unwilling to show weakness, 'I can also pay for my sister.'

Mu Xi and Mu Xin had no time to deal with immature people.

Rather than spending her best friend's brother's money, Lin Ning would rather have Jiang Liangjin foot the bill.

Chasing after Youbao always requires some effort, doesn't it? She's creating a chance for him to perform.

Lu Yuchu gestured to Song Yan, 'Stop arguing, go over there and don't make too much of a scene.'

Only then did Song Yan reluctantly put his mask back on, revealing slightly upturned, bright eyes, 'Got it, keep it low-key.'

Ye Yin's gaze lingered on his face for a second, then swept over Lu Yuchu beside him, a flash of light passing through her eyes.

She doesn't chase celebrities, but who doesn't love looking at handsome guys? Especially when two appear together, the visual impact doubles!

Xiao Yu is so happy.

Song Yan returned a polite smile.

Only then did Mu Xin speak up to warn her sister: 'When you go out, stay safe; I have to go to the company today—call me anytime if anything comes up.'

Mu Xi added, 'After you're done playing, you don't need to come back here—go straight to the Mu Family residence; it's already been prepared.'

Got it, big brother.

Lin Ning took Mu Youyu's hand, eagerly began to lay out today's plan: 'First we'll check in, then hit the mall for shopping, watch a movie this afternoon, and see how the evening goes—what do you think?'

Mu Youyu had no objection: 'Sure, wherever you want to go.'

Lin Ning walked toward the door, pleased, her eyes sweeping over the group following them.

Jiang Liangjin walked beside Mu Youyu, while Song Yan and Song Lujing had already risen and trailed slowly behind the two.

Song Yan? How long has it been since we walked together?

Lin Ning fell silent for two seconds, then suddenly felt that today's heads-turning rate would be a bit high.

Come to think of it, if we change perspective, my best friend could also be considered a public figure now, right?

Once the idea settled, Lin Ning instantly felt at ease and continued walking out; Mu Youyu then noticed something odd, 'Senior Ye, aren't you coming?'

Lin Ning obviously didn't want to discuss it further, 'No, I don't know him.'

That's quite unusual.

Mu Youyu turned to Ye Yin beside her; Ye Yin pointed at Lin Ning and made a little heartbroken gesture, which Mu Youyu understood, prompting her to mute herself.

After arriving and parking, Lin Ning led everyone to a cozy check-in spot and they sat down.

Most of the people in this shop are from the C Shi circle—either rich or noble, following local news; seeing a few of them now, they couldn't help but click their tongues.

'It's Miss Mu and Young Master Jiang; they've finally returned home—it's too dangerous abroad.'

'Ah, as long as they came back safely, that's good—how dare people from M Guo bully our countrymen; they're utterly despicable!'

'That person's build resembles Song Yan.'

'No need to say more; whoever's following Miss Mu and Young Master Jiang is most likely him.'

……

Having reserved in advance, the desserts and drinks were soon served.

Jiang Liangjin naturally picked up the utensils and arranged Mu Youyu's plate for her, making it easy for her to take photos.

Song Lujing played with his phone, occasionally glancing at his sister to make sure she stayed within his field of view.

Song Yan leaned back on the sofa, eyes closed to rest; even with his mask on, he drew frequent glances from the women in the shop.

Ye Yin sat beside Lin Ning, her peripheral vision unintentionally sweeping toward the door, where she caught sight of a figure entering and then standing motionless.

'What's up with that person?' Ye Yin lowered her voice, nudging Lin Ning's elbow, 'He's been staring at us this whole time—could he be a kidnapper?'

Lin Ning followed her gaze and also noticed the young man standing at the doorway, blocking the path, with thin-framed glasses on his nose, a refined appearance, his pupils fixed on their table, his whole aura strange.

He looked somewhat familiar but not enough; she didn't think much of it, 'There are bodyguards around—just ignore unrelated people.'

Mu Youyu was posing for a photo with Jiang Liangjin, unaware of the newcomer.

On the contrary, Song Lujing's eyes landed on him first, his brows furrowing in distaste.

'What's wrong?' Song Yan noticed his oddness and followed his gaze.

A respectable-looking man stood there, his bodyguard holding several high-end brand shopping bags, obviously also out for leisure.

He scanned the shop; when his gaze reached the window-side table, he instinctively wanted to turn and leave, but his feet refused to obey, rooting him to the spot.

Song Lujing narrowed his eyes, 'That isn't the … from those few days over New Year at the Jiang Family residence…'

Song Yan lifted his eyelids, recognizing this person as a distant relative of the Jiang family who had argued with Chu Ge and Xiao Xi before; the atmosphere grew a bit cooler.

Jiang Liangjin seemed to sense something, turning his head in the opposite direction; his gaze darkened as he took in the newcomer.

Mu Youyu finally sensed that the atmosphere was off, turned and looked over, saying, "Hey, didn't we see that person at the Jiang family's during New Year?"

In her memory, this person was the one who wore a suit in the bitter cold, later scolded by the second older brother.

Jiang Liangjin turned around, saying, "Don't bother with him."

Lin Ning, puzzled, asked, "Who is that? Do you know him?"

Mu Youyu honestly shook her head, saying, "I've seen him before at Grandfather Ye Ye's place, but A Jin said he doesn't know him."

Lin Ning was full of questions; his look toward Jiang Yan changed instantly—he had seen him before, yet Jiang Liangjin said he didn't know him.

At the doorway, Jiang Yan stood rooted, neither able to advance nor retreat.

He had come out today hoping to run into a few people from his circle here, to maintain connections—who would have thought he'd meet them here?

What made it worse was that Mu Youyu merely glanced at him for a second before looking away!

Driven by the obsession in his heart, Jiang Yan gritted his teeth, and, as if possessed, lifted his foot, ignoring the strange looks around, step by step walking toward that table.

Song Lujing muttered softly, "Hey, this kid really dares to come over."

The corner of Song Yan's mouth beneath his mask curled into a cold arc, while Jiang Liangjin's expression gave away no emotion.