Lu Shao is cunning; Miss Nan has fallen for his tricks again.

Chapter 85 Isabel
After finishing his driving practice and returning home, Lu Zhiyan sat on the sofa in the living room, holding his phone and hesitating for a long time before finally dialing Shu Youli's number.

Shu Youli looked at the incoming call with a smile in his eyes.

"Mr. Lu, have you made up your mind?" Shu Youli asked in a light tone with a hint of sarcasm.

Lu Zhiyan was speechless, then gritted his teeth and said, "What are you so smug about? If A Ning hadn't spoken up, do you think I would have helped you?"

When Nanxu was mentioned, Shu Youli's smile froze instantly.

He was gambling; he thought he had no chance of winning.

But when he received the call, he thought it was his "favor" that attracted Lu Zhiyan more, not realizing that Nan Xu had already given prior notice.

"Really? Then I really should thank her."

Lu Zhiyan was too lazy to say anything more and simply hung up the phone.

Saying more is pointless and will only make you angry.

Nanjiang, Song Residence

Song Jingtang turned on the bedroom light, kicked off his high heels, and casually tossed his coat onto the sofa.

Two days have passed, and there is still no news from Cui Tinglan.

She was getting anxious; Ye Lan had already checked, but couldn't find anything.

Song Jingtang collapsed weakly onto the sofa. Song Jingyun, who had just returned from the company, passed by Song Jingtang's bedroom.

The bedroom door was ajar, and Song Jingdang was casually sprawled on the sofa. Without realizing it, Song Jingyun walked into Song Jingdang's bedroom.

Hearing footsteps, Song Jingtang got up and turned around to find Song Jingyun, then lay back down.

"Sister, is there something you need?" Song Jingtang asked in a calm tone.

Seeing Song Jingtang's listless eyes and lack of energy, Song Jingyun asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did you encounter any problems at work? You don't look well."

Song Jingtang forced a smile and said, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Seeing that Song Jingtang was unwilling to talk, Song Jingyun didn't press him further. She turned and left Song Jingtang's room, considerately closing the door behind her.

Back in her room, Song Jingyun was really worried, so she dialed her assistant Luna's number.

The call was quickly answered, and a gentle voice came through the phone, "Mr. Song, what can I do for you?"

"Check if Jing Tang encountered any problems at work today, and tell me if there's anything else unusual."

"Yes, Mr. Song."

After saying that, Song Jingyun hung up the phone.

After washing up, Song Jingyun picked up her phone and looked at financial news for a while before receiving a message from Luna.

Song Jingyun quickly skimmed through it without any problems.

So what exactly is the reason?

Luna then sent another voice message, which Song Jingyun opened.

“President Song, I saw in the surveillance footage from the back door of the Violin Association that a man entered and exited Miss Er’s office twice in one day two days ago. He entered through the back door, and he was wearing a mask and hat, so I couldn’t see his face.”

Song Jingyun lowered her eyes. A man? The back door?
Is it something they're trying to hide? Or is there some other kind of relationship between them?

No matter what, we can't let Song Jingtang be unhappy.

"See if there are any other surveillance cameras that can capture his face. If so, check the man's identity."

"Okay, when will you receive it?" Luna asked cautiously.

After all, it was after get off work hours, and Song Jingyun wasn't someone who didn't care about his subordinates.

Besides, she's not in a hurry to have him. If it really is that man, then let him have a couple more good days, since he won't have any good days left after that.

If not, then so be it.

"Tomorrow."

Huo Xingchuan was busy all day, dealing with Cui Tinglan's matter and then handling company affairs.

It's one thing to be heartbroken, but at least others have time to heal their old wounds. He, on the other hand, not only doesn't have time, but also has endless work to deal with.

He's got nothing to lose, so he just keeps working! He's been so tired these past few days that he's feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Looking at the night already shrouded in darkness and the twinkling stars outside the window.

Huo Xingchuan left his office and sent a message to Lin Hai, asking him to free up an afternoon the next day.

At Madam Huo's request, he is to meet with Song Jingtang tomorrow for a date to cultivate their relationship.

Previously, Huo Xingchuan rejected everything because of Cui Tinglan's presence, taking into account Cui Tinglan's feelings.

Mrs. Huo also felt it was awkward to face people, so she didn't force the issue. Now that Mrs. Huo knew about Cui Tinglan's explicit photos trending on social media and that the two had broken up, Mrs. Huo couldn't wait to start matchmaking between Huo Xingchuan and Song Jingtang.

Even if Huo Xingchuan didn't want to, he had no reason to refuse.

Huo Xingchuan had no choice but to accept his fate. After so many years of wandering, it was time to settle down.

A small town somewhere in Stockholm, Sweden

Cui Dinglan wore a white long dress with a black long trench coat over it, which accentuated her perfectly curvaceous figure.

She was orphaned at a young age and was fortunate enough to be adopted by a wealthy British man. Three years ago, the couple had their own child, and Cui Tinglan wisely left.

Although her adoptive parents didn't tell her to leave, she didn't want to take over their place.

She left with only a little over £60,000 and was studying in Sweden at the time.

Leaving her privileged life, the contrast left her feeling lost. After more than twenty years of living the life of a rich young lady, she found it very difficult to adjust to the mundane realities of life outside.

Fortunately, she completed her studies in Sweden six months later, and it was there that she met Huo Xingchuan.

At first, she was indeed after Huo Xingchuan's money. She was obsessed with luxury goods, sports cars, and a life of extravagance.

She needed money to satisfy her desires, and that's when Huo Xingchuan happened to appear.

They quickly fell in love.

Thinking of all this, Cui Tinglan looked at the distant lake, and a tear slid down her cheek.

Her tears were quickly wiped away, and Cui Tinglan didn't even know what she was being sentimental about.

Didn't you approach them with a specific purpose in the first place?

She walked aimlessly along the road, and then, without realizing it, she stopped.

A British couple stood before me. The woman was holding the hand of a girl with delicate features and bright blue eyes, who looked like a fine porcelain doll.

Cui Tinglan froze on the spot; the people in front of her were her adoptive parents in England.

The woman looked at Cui Tinglan in front of her and shed tears. She then pulled the girl forward.

"Isabel, where have you been for the past three years?" The woman was emotional, tears streaming down her face, and her words were incoherent.

Cui Tinglan is of Chinese descent. Her adoptive parents felt that they should not forget their own country's traditions, so they taught themselves Mandarin.

My daily conversations with Cui Tinglan are conducted in a mix of Mandarin and English.

Cui Tinglan also shed tears, wiped them away, her eyes red-rimmed, and casually blurted out a lie, "I'm traveling around the world."

She dared not tell them what had happened in China. They would be angry for her and might do something bad.

"Then how could you not contact us? Do you know how worried we were about you?"

The woman released the little girl and stretched out her arms to hug Cui Tinglan tightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." After hesitating for a moment, Cui Tinglan still called out "Mom."

Hearing Cui Tinglan call her "Mom," she burst into tears.

Just then, the man approached, his eyes brimming with tears as he looked at the two embracing. He patted their shoulders and comforted them, "Alright, stop crying. Let Isabel meet her little sister."

Upon hearing this, the two separated after embracing.

The little girl stared at them with her deep blue eyes, puzzled.

“Isabella, this is your sister. Call her sister.” The woman picked up the girl and excitedly introduced her to Cui Tinglan.

The girl obediently called out, "Sister."

(End of this chapter)