A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire
Chapter 164: Don’t Move

Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Don’t Move

Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, then found it amusing; it should just be a coincidence.

Qin Xi was right, there was a vast difference in their identities and status; how could he possibly be interested in her? At most, it was just for fun.

Looking at the screen full of "husband" comments, Mu Yan thought he was soon going to earn the title of "National Husband."

She scrolled to Zhou Lifen’s Weibo and saw a flood of ridicule, everyone mocking her for overestimating herself.

Jiang Jingheng had spoken, so Zhou Lifen naturally wouldn’t dare to respond in any way.

She might not be afraid of offending netizens, but she was definitely afraid of offending Jiang Jingheng.

At this moment, she was barely able to keep her head down and behave.

At noon, Mu Yan received a call from Song Cheng’an, unrelated to work.

"Didn’t Ning Xiao’er help you a lot this time? He wants to meet you in person, and of course, along with a group of friends we play well with."

Mu Yan knew this request wasn’t unreasonable and asked, "Is there anything I need to be aware of?"

Ning Ze had helped her, and she definitely needed to thank him, and of course, there was someone else she needed to thank.

"Don’t be nervous, they’re all our people, everyone will be in contact frequently in the future." Song Cheng’an raised an eyebrow, "Besides, with your husband there, no one would dare to bully you."

Mu Yan frowned slightly, was Jiang Jingheng going too?

Song Cheng’an sent Mu Yan back to the Jinxiu Court Villa and then drove away.

Mu Yan entered the house; the living room was empty, a bit desolate.

Yu Ma came out of the room and said, "Young Madam, you’re back."

"Mm," Mu Yan nodded, changed her shoes, and entered the room.

"Assistant Lian just sent this over and asked me to give it to you." Yu Ma picked up a box from the coffee table and handed it to Mu Yan.

Mu Yan took it, sat on the sofa, placed the box on her lap, and opened it. Inside was a white dress, intricately crafted.

She put the box aside and picked up her phone to call Jiang Jingheng.

The call was quickly answered on the other end.

"Are you home?" His voice was low, revealing no trace of emotion.

Mu Yan lowered her gaze and said, "Mm, just arrived. Brother Song said he would take me to meet your friends tonight, my identity..."

"Do you like the dress?" He interrupted her.

Mu Yan glanced at the dress in the box and replied, "I quite like it."

"Wear this dress tonight, I’ll come back to pick you up after work. I’m in a meeting now, talk to you later."

Before Mu Yan could speak, the call had already ended.

Mu Yan looked at the phone, her brow slightly furrowed. What she wanted to ask was in what capacity she would be appearing tonight.

As the actress Mu Yan, or as his wife, Jiang Jingheng?

She looked at the dress in the box, the difference between it and the clothes she was wearing was essentially the same as the difference between her and Jiang Jingheng.

In the afternoon, Mu Yan stayed in her room reading scripts, and by the time it was almost five, she started to do her makeup and prepare.

Hearing the sound of the car engine turning off downstairs, Mu Yan took her bag and went downstairs.

Jiang Jingheng walked in and saw Mu Yan in a white gown descending from upstairs.

Her hair cascaded smoothly to one side, the off-the-shoulder neckline perfectly displayed her delicate collarbones, and the dimples appeared on her face while her clear eyes gazed at him.

At this moment, she seemed like the princess from a fairy tale, slowly walking towards her prince.

"You’re back." Mu Yan approached Jiang Jingheng and smiled at him.

Jiang Jingheng came back to his senses, hiding the amazement in his eyes, and nodded, "Mm, are you ready?"

"Mm, we can go." Mu Yan nodded.

Jiang Jingheng’s gaze lingered on Mu Yan’s fair shoulder for a moment before he suddenly approached, pulling up her neckline.

Mu Yan was startled by his action, "What are you doing!"

She reached out to stop him, but he suddenly growled softly.

"Don’t move!"