Daily Life of a Villain’s Mother

Ch.317 Telling the Truth (2)

Dai Jinshan glanced at Ye Fan in the rearview mirror, but he didn't ask anything. Even so, he could guess that things were resolved between the two of them from the look on He Han's face just now.

If they were to meet frequently in the future as public figures, it would be up to him and Guan Rui to handle the consequences again.

The car soon drove away from Dior's office and headed towards the designer's studio.

A private banquet was hosted by Dior that night. Many of their senior customers were invited, as well as their VIP ambassadors. The fact that they invited Ye Fan meant that they were hoping to work deeper with her in the future.

This was an excellent opportunity that she could not let go of. Even if Ye Fan had to go return to the show tomorrow, she had to attend this party.

The team had already prepared a dress for Ye Fan, and they also matched it with a low-profile makeup look. This was a private party, so there was no need to overdress her and steal the limelight from the clients.

In the evening, cars filled the front of a large villa. They were all the VIP guests invited by Dior.

Ye Fan walked into the villa and found her seat under the guidance of the waiter.

The party was going to be held in the villa's reception room. The luxury of the villa could be seen in the seemingly simple design of the villa, and the class was reflected in every part of the place.

Ye Fan had to go home and see Dudu in the evening, and she had to record the "Superstar Project" tomorrow, so she didn't drink any alcohol.

A glass of punch with low alcohol content was laid down in front of her. She was resting her head on her hand, looking carelessly ahead.

Ye Fan did not expect to meet a certain person at the party that day.

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Evening.

The lights had become dim, and darkness gradually enveloped the sky. Darkness was approaching.

Jian Lan was sitting in her room, putting on her makeup and preparing for Dior's party tonight.

She was one of Dior's VIP high-fashion clients and ordered many custom clothes for them. So, she was also invited to Dior's private party.

Even at home, she was alone in her room. Jian Lan was sitting straight with one hand resting on the table.

She had extremely good manners.

Jian Lan's features were naturally beautiful. After so many years, Jian Lan was no longer young, and the years have left a trace on her appearance.

As time went past, her age finally settled into a beautiful and unique charm.

Jian Lan finished dressing up and doing her makeup. She raised her hand, bringing her earring up and hooking it into her ear.

The earrings were a clear white and made of a precious material. Their worth could be seen at a glance.

At this moment, the butler's voice rang at the door. "Madam, are you ready? The driver is waiting for you downstairs."

Jian Lan took one last in the mirror. Gently stroking her hair, she answered, "Alright."

Silence returned outside the door.

Jian Lan stood up and grabbed her coat, putting it around her. She opened the door and went out, going downstairs and walking out of the mansion.

It was getting darker and darker outside, and the cold winter breeze blew over to her.

Jian Lan got into the car and headed for the villa.

The entrance of the villa was already full of cars, adding a bit of bustle to the dark night.

Jian Lan walked into the villa which was brightly lit as if it were daytime.

This was a private party hosted by Dior, so the guests naturally all have status. There were celebrities and stars, all wearing high-class clothes and talking to each other.

Jian Lan had a composed personality and did not like socializing. However, she had to learn how to socialize for the sake of work and family. As time went on, she got used to these scenes.

A few madams she was familiar with came over to talk to her. She put on a decent smile and chatted with them. While Jian Lan was talking, her eyes were on a person in the front.

Jian Lan's eyes stilled.

A person was standing there not far away with her back to her. Only her fair white neck was exposed.

But that inexplicable sense of familiarity struck her again.