The CEO’s Substitute Wife Is A Genius
Chapter 202: Could it be that Jiang Man has some hidden identity?

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: Could it be that Jiang Man has some hidden identity?

"Little ancestor, surprise?"

Caesar spread his arms, wanting to give Jiang Man a big hug.

Who knew that before he even touched Jiang Man’s clothes, a tall figure blocked between the two of them.

The man wore a light gray suit, left open, with a white shirt inside.

The suit was a flowing design, shimmering under the natural light.

If one did not look closely at the face, one might think he was some handsome big star.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Man lazily glanced at the man standing in front of her, dressed up like a peacock.

This was the first time she had seen him dressed like this; it didn’t fit his personality and temperament at all.

"Want to sit next to me?" Lu Xingzhou turned around, his eyes fixed on Jiang Man, brimming with affection.

Jiang Man couldn’t help but chuckle, not knowing what he was worried about.

"You’re jealous of a bearded man too?" She quirked an eyebrow.

There was a hint of grievance in Lu Xingzhou’s tone, "Didn’t you say you liked older men?"

Caesar was very famous, considered the emperor of the design circle, an object of pursuit among the elite.

Although he didn’t know the relationship between Jiang Man and Caesar, he could vaguely guess that Jiang Man being able to get the ’Phoenix Returning to the Nest’ haute couture must have been due to Caesar’s favor.

He wasn’t familiar with Caesar but had occasionally heard some rumors about him.

They said that this man was very petty, very much treasuring his designers’ work, especially that of a designer named Mo An.

It was impossible for outsiders to borrow Mo An’s designs; they could only buy them.

For such a person to give Mo An’s design to Jiang Man was indeed puzzling.

What exactly was their relationship...

Lu Xingzhou raised his eyebrows, his jealousy not diminishing, but rather intensifying.

Caesar paused, his gaze shifting toward him.

With a change of direction and a step, his open arms suddenly surged towards him and came in for a warm embrace.

In the eyes of foreigners, such a way of greeting was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Hello, Mr. Lu, I’m Caesar."

After saying that, Caesar even intended to give a cheek kiss.

Lu Xingzhou sidestepped disdainfully, glanced at his beard, and said coldly, "Hello, Lu Xingzhou."

"Caesar, if you hug him, then you can’t hug me. Your beard is prickly," Jiang Man said with a lazy smile, hands in her pockets, speaking in fluent French.

It was the first time she spoke French in front of Lu Xingzhou, surprising him for a moment.

But soon he beamed with a smile, his deep eyes lifting to fall upon her.

Could it be that Jiang Man had some other hidden identity?—An LV fashion designer?

"Lu Xingzhou, aren’t you going to return to your own seat? So many eyes are watching," Jiang Man smiled slyly.

Lu Xingzhou would love to declare to the whole world—Jiang Man is his wife.

He wanted to hold her hand openly and show affection in public.

But he also knew that haste would not bring success; Jiang Man was slow to warm up. If he couldn’t make her fall deeply in love, their marriage might only last a year, and as soon as the contract ended, she would fly far away.

Lu Xingzhou felt a pang of bitterness inside, but he didn’t say much more.

As he turned around, his gaze crossed with Nan Juefeng’s beside him.

Envy filled Nan Juefeng’s eyes.

He envied Lu Xingzhou for still being able to banter with Jiang Man in front of her, at least he was justified in doing so.

Unlike himself, who could only step back to the position of a friend, paying silent attention, having to care for her in secret.

"Manman, long time no see," Nan Juefeng then turned around and waved his hand, deliberately acting polite so as not to burden Jiang Man.

Hearing this, Jiang Man looked over and smiled at him, "Brother Feng."

They exchanged smiles but said no more.

Nan Juefeng concealed his affection well, turning around, as if his gaze were fixed solely on the live stream screen.

But only he knew that every cell of his body was watching Jiang Man.

Listening to her voice with his ears, smelling the familiar scent on her with his nose.

"Who is that woman? Why do Caesar, Lu Shao, and President Nan all seem so familiar with her?"

The stars in the back row started whispering among themselves.

"Hey, isn’t she the little assistant who was just in Wen Rui’s car?"

"An assistant greeting several big shots? Please, what kind of international joke is this!"

"Could it be that she’s not an assistant but an agent?"

"But even an agent doesn’t have that much clout, right? Look, Lu Zhan’s agent is right beside them, and even they have to nod and bow to these big shots."

"How outrageous... What’s the background of this woman?"

Everyone’s focus fell on Jiang Man, curious about her identity and questioning how she could chat and laugh so easily with all the big shots.

Soon, Lu Zhan, with Wen Rui in tow, rushed up to Jiang Man and greeted Caesar.

Caesar’s gaze landed on Wen Rui, his hand on his chin as he frowned slightly.

What a pity, the designer thought. If this design had been released under Mo An’s name, it would have started at 80 million at least.

This little star was still in the dark. She had no idea she had hit the jackpot by wearing the work of the world’s top designer for her first show.

"Master Caesar, I’ve long admired your reputation," Lu Zhan said, extending both hands to shake Caesar’s.

Caesar raised an eyebrow, initially not moving his hand.

Jiang Man whispered in French in his ear, "My grand-nephew."

Ceasar’s eyebrows lifted in surprise, and he immediately warmed up, giving Lu Zhan a big hug.

"My cousin," Jiang Man glanced at Wen Rui.

Wen Rui was flattered and surprised, barely daring to breathe when Caesar hugged her.

When Yi Sha returned to the inner field, the first thing she saw was this warm social scene.

She thought Caesar was down-to-earth, hugging everyone he met.

Adjusting her hair, she walked over with a beaming smile, eager and enthusiastic as she introduced herself, "Master Caesar, hello, I’m Yi Sha."

She believed she had a small reputation in the design circle, that Caesar must know of her and would show her respect.

But Caesar’s face remained cold, giving her a ’who are you’ look.

"Do you know her?" he asked Jiang Man.

Jiang Man snorted lightly, "Not familiar."

As soon as she finished speaking, Caesar sat down, motioning to his bodyguard.

The bodyguard immediately grabbed Yi Sha’s arm.

Seeing this, Yi Sha was so frightened that her face lost all color, and she started to struggle and cry out, "Master Caesar, I’m the famous designer Yi Sha!"

Caesar ignored her completely. The bodyguards then escorted her away and dumped her to the side.

Yi Sha fell to the ground, her butt and legs both numb and aching.

What’s going on?

Why is Caesar listening to Jiang Man and looking to her for cues?

"Pfft, who is that woman? So embarrassing, she eagerly approached Caesar, and he didn’t give her the time of day."

"Caesar is famously inaccessible. Who gave her the courage?"

"With her behavior, how is she different from those women who climb into beds for fame? The big boss is only for show, not for close contact. She wanted to network? Serves her right to be thrown out!"

Hearing the chatter around them, Mrs. Ming and Ming Ran exchanged glances.

"Ranran, later on, tell Yi Sha about Jiang Man’s identity. She’s fearlessly ignorant right now, not knowing she’s offended someone she shouldn’t have."

"Okay," Ming Ran swallowed, her throat feeling dry.

"Mom, we’d better distance ourselves from Yi Sha. We shouldn’t let her drag us down," she said.

"You’re right!" Mrs. Ming snapped back to attention.

At first, she thought Jiang Man was Lu Zhendong’s girlfriend, and that’s why she indulged Yi Sha’s nonsense and allowed her to oppose Jiang Man.

Now that she knew Jiang Man was Lu Xingzhou’s wife and posed no threat to her daughter Ming Ran, she became suddenly clear-headed.

As the two spoke, a commotion arose in the inner field.

The finale guest, JOJO, arrived, indicating that the awards ceremony was about to officially begin.

The stars in the inner field gradually left one after another. Attending such large commercial galas, famous figures would often be provided with more than one outfit by the organizers.

Although Wen Rui was only an eighteenth-tier star, Jiang Man made sure she wasn’t mistreated. She had prepared another gown for Wen Rui to wear when receiving awards.

After Lu Zhan took her around to greet several important figures, they left hand in hand and went to the dressing room to change into the second outfit.

The host took the stage to warm up the atmosphere.

Ding, ding, ding.

Jiang Man sat in her seat, looking at the messages her roommate had sent, one after another.

Mao Lili: Sister Man, you are so awesome! Is the dress Ruirui is wearing really designed by you? I can’t believe it!

Zhang Ziqi: Sister Man, don’t tell me you’re some high-end fashion designer? You can write songs and design clothes? Sister Man, I’m about to worship you!

Mao Lili: Ahhh Sister Man, I’m so excited, I want to announce to the whole world that I’m your roommate!

Jiang Man read the messages with an impassive expression on her face.

Her fingers moved to type a reply.

Just then, Wen Rui’s call suddenly came through.

"Hello?"

"Cousin..." Wen Rui’s voice came through the other end, sobbing and anxious, "The ’Hepburn Manor’ gown has been cut into strips by someone. When I walked into the dressing room, it was already like this. Who could be so cruel to ruin such a beautiful dress?"

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