A-List Actress: Paper Marriage but Pampering Billionaire-Chapter 663: I’m Not Your Daughter!

Mu Yan turned around and saw a girl had dropped something behind her and was running over to pick it up.

Once she picked it up, the girl headed towards the other side of the road without even glancing at her.

Mu Yan instantly felt relieved but couldn’t quite understand why she recently felt like she was being followed.

Shortly after, Lin Jiamu approached and noticed Mu Yan’s troubled expression. He asked, "What’s wrong?"

Mu Yan honestly told him.

Lin Jiamu’s expression turned serious, "This isn’t a small matter. Be sure to stay alert when you go out. It’s my fault for leaving you alone just now."

"It’s okay, no one would dare do anything to me on a busy street." Mu Yan smiled.

But Lin Jiamu didn’t think the same; safety came first for him.

He suddenly asked, "When did you first notice someone was following you?"

"Probably within the last week or two, ever since I came back from filming abroad."

"Really?" Lin Jiamu frowned slightly and suddenly looked back, not knowing what he was looking for.

"Let’s go, it’s getting late, and we have an advertisement to shoot tomorrow." Mu Yan said.

"Okay." Lin Jiamu hailed a cab by the roadside, and the two of them returned to the hotel together.

Not long after they got into the car, someone emerged from the bushes.

Watching the car disappear from view, he turned his head to the small thug lying on the ground like a dog and said coldly, "What were you trying to do just now?"

"Isn’t it because I thought that girl looks like a celebrity? I just wanted to, hehe..." The small thug chuckled lasciviously.

The man’s face darkened, and he kicked him.

"Ah..." A scream like a pig being slaughtered immediately erupted.

Once at the hotel, Mu Yan parted ways with Lin Jiamu and went back to her room.

Just as she took out her room card to open the door, the door next to hers suddenly opened.

She instinctively looked over and called out, "Brother Song..."

But it was Zhuang Yi’s face that appeared, and her expression immediately cooled, "What are you doing here?"

"Nuannuan, it’s not just me. Your dad is here too." Zhuang Yi responded.

Hearing the word dad, Mu Yan’s face instantly turned cold, "I told you, I’m not."

She ignored him and pushed the door open to go inside and prepared to close it.

Zhuang Yi was already on alert and blocked the door.

"Nuannuan, listen to me."

"There’s nothing to say. If you keep this up, I’m calling security." Mu Yan said unhappily.

Their voices were loud enough that Song Cheng’an and Zhuang Shaoyang came over when they heard the commotion.

Zhuang Shaoyang looked at the girl in front of him, who resembled his ex-wife, momentarily stunned, and called out, "Ah Ning, no, you’re Nuannuan?"

Mu Yan looked at the man who suddenly broke into her view, and it felt like something exploded in her mind—the face of the man holding a little girl in her dreams also seemed to become clearer.

The seal on her memory felt as if it had suddenly been ripped open.

"Nuannuan, Daddy’s little warm jacket." The man said with a cheerful smile.

"Daddy, little jackets aren’t warm enough. I want to be a big jacket so that Daddy won’t be cold."

"Our Nuannuan is like a little sun; with Nuannuan around, Daddy isn’t cold at all."

...

She gripped the doorknob tightly and suddenly turned her face to look elsewhere, "I don’t know you, and I’m not your daughter."

Hearing this, Zhuang Yi glanced at Zhuang Shaoyang and suddenly turned to Mu Yan, saying excitedly, "Nuannuan, you didn’t lose your memory, right? You recognized your dad? Does that mean you recognize me as your brother too?"

"I didn’t lose my memory, nor do I recognize you. Stop bothering me." Mu Yan said coldly.

"Then how do you know he’s your dad?" Zhuang Yi said in a deep voice.