but the key is that Lin Jinran can't say it out loud!On one side was the case details she desperately wanted to know, and on the other was a request she couldn't bring herself to utter.Lin Jinran fell...Lin Jinran, who had finished her makeup and hairstyle, was completely unaware that Ji Yun Ting had called.

Leaving the dressing room, she saw the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing the suit she had made for him. He looked so tall and elegant.

Her evening gown tonight was a black floor-length dress. Seeing the dress hanging on the rack, Lin Jindi's sharp eyes noticed that the pattern on the dress was exactly the same as the pattern she had designed for Fu Mo'han's suit!

With a light touch, not only the pattern but also the fabric is the same.

The difference is that the design and tailoring of the maxi dress are clearly the work of a master.

It's countless times more luxurious than what she designed for Fu Mo Han!

If it was just a coincidence, Lin Jinran wouldn't believe it at all! It's too much of a coincidence!

"Madam, is there anything you need" a makeup artist's voice inquired from beside her.

Lin Jinran shook her head, smiling softly, "It's nothing."

The makeup artist took off the long gown and removed it from the hanger, handing it to Lin Jinyan. “Please change into it, Miss Lin, Mr. Fu is already waiting for you.”

"Good." Lin Jinran took it and walked to the changing room beside him, leaning against his arm.

Five minutes later, Lin Jinran emerged from the dressing room in a black, floor-length formal gown that fit her like a glove. She wore matching black high heels and walked gracefully out.

Fu Mo-han stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, and his peripheral vision just caught sight of a slender figure walking out. He instinctively turned his head to look, and the beautiful woman came into his sight.

She had a delicate face and light makeup. Her hair ornaments were simple, with one strand playfully drooping by her ear. She wore a black, minimalist long dress that made her stand out gracefully.

As beautiful as a lotus emerging from water!

Lin Jin-yan, standing in place, saw the man's gaze fall on her. Her fingers unconsciously squeezed her skirt and bit her lower lip lightly, "I've changed."

Fu Mo Han retracted his gaze, strode forward with long legs, and walked to Lin Jin Ran's face, "Let's go."

Lin Jinran lifted her skirt and followed Fu Mo'han out of the design shop, getting into a Rolls Royce headed for the banquet.

Inside the carriage, there was utter silence.

Lin Jinran glanced sideways, her legs crossed, and sat with an elegant and handsome posture. She pursed her lips and asked, "Is this evening gown..."

"Yes." Before she could finish her question, Fu Mochen spoke in a deep voice.

Lin Jinran looked at Fu Mo寒 in astonishment.

“Patterns, fabric, made into an evening gown according to your design.”

So these suit and evening gown are a couple's set

Out of the blue, this sentence popped into his mind. Lin Jinran's face flushed slightly, and he hurriedly turned towards the window.

Unbeknownst to her, her pretty face was reflected in the car window. He saw it clearly, his deep eyes becoming even more unfathomable.

The banquet was held at a grand hotel. After a thirty-minute drive, we arrived at the hotel entrance where the doorman respectfully opened the car door.

Fu Mo'han got out of the car first, waiting until Lin Jinran also got out.

His long fingers domineeringly pulled Lin Jin's fair fingers, interlocking ten fingers, and leading her into the hotel together.

Lin Jinran stared blankly at the two hands clasped together, the warmth of one man's palm still flowing into the other seemingly endlessly.

My heart felt like a warm current flowed through it, both comforting and strangely different. But it wasn't unpleasant, rather a hint of joy.

The banquet doors were pulled open by the doormen standing on either side. Fu Mo Han, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him, took Lin Jin Ran's hand and strode into the banquet hall.

At this time, in the banquet hall, men and women in formal attire stood in small groups, chatting merrily.

Two people walked into the hall hand in hand, countless eyes turned to them, with shock, astonishment, surprise, amazement, and even flustered avoidance.

Fu Mo Han glanced around the hall, a variety of expressions on everyone's faces. A disdainful coldness curled his thin lips.

This banquet has quite a lot of attendees.persuade Mu Shaochen, he shook his head, "Jinran, don't refuse my help."He still did not agree.Lin Jinran's heart sank, a hint of displeasure flitted across her delicate face. "Shaocheng, it's impossi...