Two Faced Lover - Chapter 85

85: Business Trip

The scandal linking Moment to plagiarism accusations against the original novel and labeling Gu Yuwei as a “resource princess” underwent a complete reversal overnight—

Moment’s legal actions resulted in Brand A’s online store being shut down; the author of Beauty as Poison reposted comparison charts proving no plagiarism existed, while the novel that had accused it was exposed for multiple copied passages and locked; the actress who insinuated Gu Yuwei had stolen her role was revealed by the Assassination director to have demanded exorbitant fees.

Marketing accounts unanimously declared this the fastest-clarified entertainment scandal with the most abrupt turnaround. Netizens jokingly dubbed Moment’s PR response time the “Reversal Moment”—a complete polar flip.

Keyboard warriors who’d been typing furiously one second found themselves retreating under blankets the next.

Though the aftermath simmered for days as people dug into Gu Yuwei’s alleged “sugar daddy,” the uproar finally died down when pop diva Duan Jun’s divorce topped trending searches.

Meanwhile, Moment rode the wave of attention to significant growth in visibility.

Gu Miao’s short video account, tagged with Moment’s models, gained twenty thousand followers in those few days—half there just for Bo Mingyan.

The PR team’s clarification post included a design draft signed “Miya,” while Gu Miao’s behind-the-scenes office video captured Bo Mingyan adjusting a sample garment behind a dress form.

In the clip, Bo Mingyan stood with slightly lowered head, red lips pressed together, gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, hair loosely tied at her nape with Fantasy’s pearl hairband—one stray strand framing her jawline.

When team leader Zhou Wenlin called “Miya,” she turned, her smoke-gray eyes behind lenses sweeping indifferently past the camera.

That swaying chain on her glasses had set countless hearts racing through screens.

Gu Miao’s account nearly exploded. Unable to resist, she messaged Meng Xuran: “Honestly, just make Miya your official Moment spokesperson. Traffic would skyrocket. The internet girls are going wild.”

At that moment, Meng Xuran was grocery shopping with Bo Mingyan.

While Bo Mingyan selected towels, Meng Xuran leaned against the cart handle, phone to her ear listening to Gu Miao’s voice message.

Having spent all day on the Twenty-Four Solar Terms project proposal, she hadn’t checked social media. “What are you talking about?”

Gu Miao sent the video.

Lazily reclining against the cart, Meng Xuran tapped play—then straightened abruptly upon seeing Bo Mingyan’s glance at the camera. She rewound repeatedly.

Bo Mingyan returned with two towels: “Which do you prefer?”

One bore cartoon bears, the other kittens.

“The right one.” Meng Xuran barely glanced before refocusing on capturing that perfect frame of Bo Mingyan’s gaze.

“What are you looking at?” Bo Mingyan asked absently.

“At a beauty~” Meng Xuran met her eyes through the lenses, lips curving. “At you~”

Bo Mingyan’s expression wavered between amusement and exasperation, clearly thinking Meng Xuran was teasing.

With a tiny, coquettish stomp, Meng Xuran insisted, “I’m serious.”

Bo Mingyan set the towels down, arching a brow. “You were indeed just looking at me.”

Whether the “beauty” on her phone was also Bo Mingyan remained unclear.

Meng Xuran adored these subtle hints of jealousy—barely detectable but enough to make her pulse quicken: “Manman~ How many could possibly rival you?”

“Doesn’t stop you from appreciating different beauties.”

“Do you smell something?”

Bo Mingyan glanced at the personal care signage.

“Not fragrance,” Meng Xuran’s eyes crinkled like crescent moons. “Vinegar.”

Bo Mingyan’s face remained impassive as she retrieved travel-sized shampoo and body wash, but her crimson ears betrayed her.

Meng Xuran covered her mouth, shoulders shaking with laughter. “So strong~~”

Placing the bottles in the cart, Bo Mingyan leveled a look. “Not jealousy.”

“Then what?”

“Just…” Bo Mingyan deliberated. “Thinking it’s unfair you get to enjoy the view alone.”

Meng Xuran’s laughter died.

The princess was notoriously possessive—free to admire other women herself but bristling whenever Bo Mingyan did. Not that she truly minded; she just loved teasing. During their usual banter, Bo Mingyan occasionally turned this back on her.

Now Meng Xuran narrowed fox-like eyes. “What beauties do you want to see, hm?”

She gestured down her own curves with faux modesty. “Isn’t the one at home enough? Who could possibly compare to me, your partner, hm?”

No one surpassed Meng Xuran’s audacity. Bo Mingyan chuckled deeply. “Me, apparently. Weren’t you just looking at me?”

“…” Deflated, Meng Xuran shoved her phone forward. “Look all you want.”

Bo Mingyan took it just as Gu Miao sent screenshot comments:

“ILovePrettyJiejie: AAAAAH so cool so gorgeous sister please face-fck me!! Don’t limit your dating pool!!”

“StickTogether: SOS too beautiful, that dress form is literally me now!”

“BrokeAF: If I request this designer, can I get her contact? Personal service?”

This last comment had spawned a thread where some earnestly explained the process while the OP bragged about placing then canceling orders. Reactions ranged from admiration for the “hack” to disgust at the entitlement.

Distracted, Bo Mingyan nearly walked into a shelf. Meng Xuran yanked her back, amused. “Stunned by your own beauty?”

“No… well, partly.”

Scanning the comments, Meng Xuran’s initial confusion gave way to outrage at the last one. “How shameless!”

Then came her proud mutter: “So cool, so pretty—all mine~”

Bo Mingyan coughed.

“Are you laughing at me?”

Gu Miao called before she could answer. Bo Mingyan gestured ahead. “I’ll browse snacks.”

Making her escape.

Meng Xuran called after her, “I want White Rabbit candy—red bean flavor~”

Hearing smug laughter, Bo Mingyan quickened her pace.

Pushing the cart while chatting, Meng Xuran gloated: “Why would I be jealous? They can look but not touch. I can touch and hold~”

Gu Miao teased, “Ava says your Solar Terms project means a month abroad. Long-distance sucks, huh?”

“Twenty-six days,” Meng Xuran corrected petulantly.

“What’s the difference?”

“Five whole days!”

“Ah yes, counting each day apart like dog years,” Gu Miao mocked. “Ava mentioned Miya’s haute couture queue is packed—requires personal measurements too~”

Recognizing the provocation, Meng Xuran threatened to assign Ava extra tasks until Gu Miao backtracked hastily.

Meanwhile, Bo Mingyan returned with snacks—all Meng Xuran’s favorites.

During a sleepless night weeks prior, Meng Xuran had vented about travel inconveniences: midnight cravings with no delivery options, subpar hotel toiletries that left her hair unclean, even allergic reactions to towels.

Where Fu Junxue and Gu Miao dismissed her as “high-maintenance,” Bo Mingyan had quietly noted every complaint.

The fully stocked cart was proof—filling Meng Xuran’s heart to bursting.

“Anything else?” Bo Mingyan checked her list.

“No, this is perfect.”

At checkout, when Bo Mingyan reached for her phone, Meng Xuran intercepted with her own screen:

[Hurry up, I want to kiss you—swollen-lips kind of kissing.]

Bo Mingyan’s abrupt “Okay” sounded like agreement. The cashier, flustered by her blush, turned pink herself.

All the way to the parking lot, Meng Xuran teased: “Our Manman’s charm is contagious~”

Until Bo Mingyan strode ahead, leaving her wheezing with laughter.

In the car, as Meng Xuran buckled up, Bo Mingyan pinned her hand. “No revenge!” she warned.

Instead, Bo Mingyan leaned close, lips brushing her ear: “Didn’t you want to kiss me?”

“The swollen kind.”

“Help me remove my glasses.”

Who could refuse?

Flushed from ears to collarbone, Meng Xuran complied. The cool chain against her wrist seemed to sizzle.

That evening, while packing, Bo Mingyan methodically organized: “Painkillers, cold medicine, ginger tea here.”

“Your period starts in four days—no cold drinks.”

“Heating pad for soreness.”

Perched beside the suitcase, Meng Xuran sighed after each instruction.

Bo Mingyan zipped the luggage. “Keep sighing and you’ll turn into a little old lady.”

“Will you still love me then?” Standing, Meng Xuran stumbled onto the bay window seat. “Ow!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Pins and needles.” She curled her legs, wincing. “Both legs—ah!”

Bo Mingyan massaged them patiently. “I told you to sit properly.”

Meng Xuran mimed a mushroom cap. “Wanted to be near you. Twenty-six days apart… I regret the Solar Terms project.”

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“More like absence makes the heart go wander,” Meng Xuran grumbled, pinching Bo Mingyan’s cheek.

A strategic press to her thigh made her recoil.

“You never answered—will you love old-lady me?”

“You’ll find out when the time comes.”

“Hmph.” After a pause, Meng Xuran whispered, “Will you miss me?”

“What do you think?” Bo Mingyan met her eyes. “I’m only human.”

Meng Xuran ducked her head. “You seem saintly sometimes.”

“You must rarely win prizes.”

“How’d you know?”

“Your intuition’s terrible.”

Tucking Meng Xuran’s hair behind her ear, Bo Mingyan murmured, “Every corner of home carries your presence. How could I not miss you?”

The tenderness made Meng Xuran’s ears, heart, and throat itch. To her, Bo Mingyan was an endless love song—always surprising her with unexpected crescendos.

And she alone got to hear it.

Seizing Bo Mingyan’s neck, Meng Xuran kissed her fiercely.

The curtains fluttered as fingers traced the peony tattoo on Bo Mingyan’s back, flames licking up from its petals.

“Manman, so beautiful…” Meng Xuran breathed at her ear. “Who does this beauty belong to? Hm?”

Dazed, Bo Mingyan turned to see love pooling in Meng Xuran’s eyes, her pale wrist.

Eyelashes trembling, Bo Mingyan buried her face in her arms. “Meng Jiaojiao.”

Yours.

Once, childhood shadows made Bo Mingyan fear intimacy—until Meng Xuran rewrote those instincts. She adored Meng Xuran’s moment of surrender: peach-blossom eyes misting like dew-kissed petals, tears deepening that beauty mark until it branded her retinas.

How they ended up tangled on the bay window, Meng Xuran barely recalled—only Bo Mingyan’s hoarse whisper: “Shouldn’t we be leaving your scent instead?”

The next morning, Bo Mingyan drove Meng Xuran to the airport. Yawning, voice raspy from overuse, Meng Xuran still managed demands:

“Reply to my messages no matter how busy.”

“Daily video calls.”

“No flirting with coworkers or clients—I have spies!”

“Who? Gu Miao?”

“The entire company.”

Colleague Lu Shan’s jaw dropped at their exchange. Dog food really fills you up, she thought.

Finally at security, Meng Xuran urged, “Go home and clean up.”

Bo Mingyan: “…”

Lu Shan’s mind short-circuited. Am I misunderstanding?!

Step by step, Meng Xuran kept glancing back until Bo Mingyan checked her watch. At the last moment, she shoved her luggage at Lu Shan and sprinted over—leaping into Bo Mingyan’s arms.

“Miss me!” she ordered, kissing her fiercely.

Bo Mingyan smiled. “Understood, ancestor.”

During her trip, Meng Xuran flooded Bo Mingyan with sights, fabrics, and flirty photos—often with bedroom talk that left Bo Mingyan frustratedly threatening:

“Planning to stay abroad? Or never leave bed upon return?”

Meng Xuran immediately behaved.

Though apart, their constant contact added new dimensions to their relationship—making time pass faster than expected.

Until the day before Meng Xuran’s return, when disaster struck again.