C8 What Kind of Trick Was He Playing?

"Grandma, this is a gift for you!"

Lu Jinhan presented an exquisite box to her.

The old lady's face was clouded with anger. She barely glanced at it before instructing the butler to take the box away.

Lu Jinhan possessed a face that could provoke envy in the gods. His features were chiseled and striking.

With his noble brow, haughty jawline, composed gaze, and an aura of aristocracy, he commanded attention.

His entrance drew the eyes of all present.

The socialites sighed among themselves, lamenting that such an exceptional man had chosen to marry the lowly Su Rann, who had managed to ensnare him into marriage.

If only they had known, they would have acted sooner.

Su Rann raised her eyes. Was this her husband, Lu Jinhan?

In his gaze, she detected a flicker of disdain.

She briefly met his eyes before lowering her head to sign the contract with a flourish.

Lu Jinhan's eyes flickered with surprise before he resumed his icy demeanor.

This woman appeared to be somewhat different!

"Since Boss Chen specifically requested you to lead this project, you'll start at the company tomorrow," the old lady announced at the family meeting that evening, addressing Su Rann.

"You have no experience with the company, so you'll have to start from the bottom!"

The old lady's eyes brimmed with scorn.

To everyone else, today's events were merely a stroke of luck for her!

She had no real talent!

Initially, Lin Manyin was nervous when the old mistress suggested Su Rann join the company.

But when she heard that Su Rann was to start as a junior employee, Manyin's lips curled into a smile.

"Grandma, I'll make sure to guide my sister-in-law well at the company!"

A fierce determination glinted in Lin Manyin's eyes.

They had plenty of time ahead, and Su Rann's future at the company would be under her influence!

"Fine," she responded coolly, then turned and headed for her room.

She would need to maintain this identity a while longer, at least until she found the key.

"Jinhan, this woman is really losing her manners. Grandma hasn't even left, and she's already walking out. What kind of behavior is that?!"

Huang Jiamin's comment was clearly intended for the old lady's ears.

With a sharp "snap!" the old mistress flung the documents from her hands and rose to leave.

When Lu Jinhan entered the room, Su Rann was seated, seemingly deep in thought. The sound of the creaking door snapped her to attention, her gaze sharp as an eagle's, every fiber of her being on high alert.

"Why are you here?"

Accustomed to solitude, Su Rann hadn't anticipated Lu Jinhan's presence. The first thing she noticed was a flicker of distaste in his eyes, but she remained unfazed.

"This is my room!" Lu Jinhan declared, discarding his suit jacket, a chill emanating from his gaze.

"Su Rann, what exactly are you up to today?" He advanced toward her, having witnessed her every move at the banquet. She was acting unlike the Su Rann he once knew.

"Even a cornered rabbit will bite," she responded coolly, her eyes betraying an emotion that Lu Jinhan couldn't decipher.

Turning away, she began to gather her belongings. Eagle Eye had informed her this room was hers, yet failed to mention it was shared with this man.

Facing his inscrutable eyes, Su Rann inquired, "Is there another room available?" Her voice was icy, her demeanor resigned.

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