Ai Tutu charged into Mu Nujiao's room with an angry pout, the phone clutched in her hand still glowing.
Displayed on it was Zhou Shuming's latest social media post.
It was a meticulously composed banquet photo that had "accidentally" captured Mu Nujiao's profile, accompanied by an especially ambiguous caption.
"Jiaojiao! Look at that Zhou Shuming guy. He's at it again!"
Ai Tutu slammed the phone onto the table in front of Mu Nujiao, her voice urgent and sharp.
"He actually told someone in the comments, 'With Miss Mu's talent and beauty, if she could become our Zhou Family's daughter-in-law, it would surely be a match made in heaven.'"
"Bah! Who's a match made in heaven with him? He's got a donkey's face and actually thinks he's somebody!"
Mu Nujiao had been contemplating her cultivation plans when she looked up at Ai Tutu's words, a trace of helplessness flashing through her eyes.
She put down her book and said softly,
"Tutu, there's no need to get angry over baseless rumors."
"It's not baseless rumors!"
Ai Tutu plopped down across from her, her beautiful eyes filled with indignation.
"I had my old man look into it. The Zhou Family has been dealing frequently with your Mu Family over several resource projects lately. Zhou Shuming clearly has his eye on your talent and the power of the family behind you. He wants to use marriage to prop up their Zhou Family's slightly declining enterprise! He makes it sound so wonderful, talking about admiring and respecting you, but it's really all scheming! His ulterior motives are written all over his face. Does he really think nobody can see through him?"
Mu Nujiao listened quietly.
How could she not know Zhou Shuming's intentions? In her eyes, however, he was nothing more than an insignificant clown.