Having said that, she spread her hands and shrugged her shoulders.
She felt as if she had grown angel wings on her back, how noble of her.
If you're talking about a mistress interfering, that would be Yu Yesang. Her relationship with Lan Mu dates back to the womb. In ancient times, Yu Yesang could only ever aspire to be a concubine if she wished to enter their household.
Wen Jing was so irritated by Yan Zao's response that she nearly exploded, but Yan Zao kept holding her hand tightly, digging her nails into the palm to signal her to stay quiet and not act rashly.
The reporter challenged Yan Zao's words, "So you mean there's no affection between you at all?"
Yan Zao said with a smile, "I don't know whether he has feelings for me, but I have absolutely none for him."
Her lips curved, her stance graceful.
Every pore on her body seemed to declare her disdain for Lan Mu.
"The mistress sure is haughty."
"Just a total green tea b*tch."
"Damn mistress, you're not even worthy of our Sangsang's little toe."
Somehow a few of Lan Mu and Yu Yesang's couple fans had slipped into the group of reporters and started hurling insults directly at Yan Zao.
In their eyes, Yan Zao was playing innocent despite having scored a win, and deep down must be exceedingly pleased with herself.
After all, he was their god Lan.
Yan Zao grabbed Wen Jing, who was about to pounce on those girls, and lifted her chin slightly as she said to the girls, "Young ladies, to be human, I advise you to be kind."
"Oh, a mistress preaching about kindness?"
Finally losing control, Wen Jing broke free from Yan Zao's hold and charged fiercely at one of the girls, shouting, "To hell with being a mistress. Go back and ask your master who the real mistress is."
Yan Zao hurried over to hold her back, "Wen Jing, let's go."
"Miss Yan, could you say a few more words to us?"
The reporters followed Yan Zao, carrying their equipment and chasing after her. Yan Zao was all smiles on the surface but not in her heart, "I'm now Mr. Lan Mu's wife, and my appearance fee is quite steep. How about 100,000 yuan an hour? How many hours would you like to talk?"
The entire time, she maintained her elegance, which, in contrast with those Lan Yu CP fans, made it seem as though the once-declining grandeur of the Yan family was being revived in her.
In the past, the Yan family was also a well-known and wealthy household in Suzhou. Were it not for their fall from grace, Yan Zao would be a proper Jiangnan lady of high society.
She emphasized the words "Mrs. Lan Mu" loudly, her voice oozing pride that even she hadn't noticed herself.
It was only after she'd finished speaking that she realized.
She... had really married Lan Mu.
For a moment, Yan Zao felt a daze, and a touch of tenderness flitted across her lips like a dragonfly skimming water.
A reporter's camera captured this instant.
Watching the video of herself, she felt a bit guilty.
"You know, how did the reporters find out about Zaozao's whereabouts?"
Wen Jing was still puzzled. How had the reporters found out that Yan Zao was visiting her place? They could understand being ambushed at the Yan or Lan family doorstep, but why were they waiting outside her own home?
Of course, Yan Zao had no idea either; if she had, she wouldn't have come. No matter how splendidly she had retorted, it still felt as if someone had stuffed her heart full of excrement.
"Zaozao, your mother is coming over in a bit."
Yan Zao responded with an emotionless "Oh", her reaction quite apathetic.
Ningyue, who knew about the issues between Yan Zao and her parents, was worried she would get upset and hurriedly explained, "She called me this morning, and I told her you were coming over to have dinner with Jingjing today, and she wanted to see you."
She observed Yan Zao's reaction, which was still indifferent. Ningyue sighed and spoke earnestly, "You haven't contacted her over the past three years abroad; she actually misses you a lot."