or will he feel guilty about it. The only one who suffers is you. 。She didn't answer the following question, as if she hadn't heard it. 。Zhou Miao originally wanted to tactfully stop asking, but aft...After Yue Wan left, He Hanchuan picked up his phone and contacted several professional plastic surgeons. But when he heard them say that Yue Wan's facial scars were difficult to heal, his heart ached like it was being pricked by needles.

But no matter what, this time he had to take A-wei abroad for a thorough check-up, even if the odds were slim. He didn't want to just sit and wait like before.

Knock, knock!

Just as He Hanchuan was deep in thought, the door of the ward suddenly creaked open. Before he could even speak, the door swung wide.

"General He, what a strange thing, you've been married for three years and you've still managed to sprain your leg" Feng Mu, dressed in a black suit, pushed open the door and walked towards him, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Let me see which leg it is."

"Get lost!" He pushed his head away, laughing and teasing him, "What wind brought you here"

"The company is just across the street. To hear that CEO He was gloriously injured and not come to see him would be too cold-hearted, wouldn't it" Feng Mu pulled out a chair and sat down, his long legs crossed, his fingers slowly unbuttoning his suit jacket.

Bang.

The door creaked open once more, and Menglan pushed her way in, a fruit basket in hand. She was still wearing the emerald green cheongsam that accentuated her curves, her entire being radiating an alluring grace.

"Hello, Mr. He," she greeted him with her head bowed.

"Hmm." He Hanchuan responded faintly, frowning at Meng Lan's thin figure. "Doesn't Feng Mu usually feed you How did you get so thin"

Meng Lan’s face turned a bit awkward. Instead, Feng Mu, who had been bowing his head and playing on his phone, glanced at her and sneered in response, "CEO He, you're wronging me here. I would never neglect your subordinates."

He didn't bother to reply. He had played with Feng Mu since childhood, and he knew best that this guy looked like a decent person on the surface, but his scheming behind the scenes was incredibly cunning.

"Mr. He, thank you for your concern." Menglan remained composed, swaying gracefully as she walked behind Feng Mu, helping him drape his suit jacket over his shoulders. "Mr. Feng treats me very well. All girls want to lose weight and become slimmer. Although I can't compare to those young ladies, I also have the right to pursue beauty, don't I"

He looked at the scene of them standing together, his mind couldn't help but think of one word: 'foxes and tigers'. Feng Mu wasn't a good person, but Meng Lan was not simple either.

"Are you guys done Stop showing off in front of me. Just get out after you're finished delivering." He Hanchuan lay sprawled on the bed, staring at his bandaged leg, growing increasingly agitated inside.

Damn it, why did I have to get hurt at this time.

He estimated it would still take some time before he could take Yuzuki abroad for medical treatment, and that woman was probably going to be silently sad for a while.

"Tsk, so heartless." Feng Mu sighed, he reached out to gently touch his gold-rimmed glasses, a gleam of wisdom flashing in his eyes.

Dream Orchid politely passed him her briefcase, while she placed the fruit basket on the bedside table and picked out a few seasonal fruits to wash.

Feng Mu came to visit He Hanchuan this time because he had a cooperation to discuss with him. He took out documents and talked with He Hanchuan for almost an hour. Meng Lan just stood at the door playing with her phone waiting for them.

A few bodyguards stood at the door. They had been transferred from the Dream Club before and Menglan, being bored, chatted with them for a while.

"Ding—"

Just then, her phone suddenly rang. Frowning at the news, a hint of self-deprecating amusement flickered in her usually seductive eyes.

"Explosive news! Feng Mu, the CEO of Feng Group, was spotted with his fiancée at a hotel early yesterday morning. According to insider information, they will be getting engaged early next month!"

Looking at the conspicuous Weibo headline, Menglan's face suddenly paled. Her fingers unconsciously enlarged the photo on her phone. The man was Feng Mu, no doubt about it, but the woman in his arms only showed her jawline, making it impossible to see her face.

But a woman who could be protected like this by Feng Mu, there was only his fiancée - Wang Zhi Shan!

Dream Orchid had only met that woman once. She was a typical well-bred young lady, quiet and elegant, a completely different type from her, and the kind that every man would want to protect.

Looking at all these buzzing headlines, Menglan let out a soft sigh and put her phone back in her pocket.

"CEO Feng is truly cunning. As soon as the He family opened an AI base in America, you shifted your attention to me. With the benefits Feng Shi offers, I'm not considering cooperation." He Hanchuan's tone was cold, even with a hint of anger.

Menglan, having anticipated their breakdown, pushed the door open upon hearing the commotion.

In the ward, He Hanchuan's arms were crossed in front of his chest, his deep eyes filled with coldness, while Feng Mu held a contract in his hand. After being rejected, there was still a faint smile on his face.

Neither of the two men would yield, their powerful auras clashing in a stalemate.

Seeing this, Menglan walked to the water dispenser and poured two cups of hot water, placing them before them. A faint smile rippled in her eyes, "Mr. He, Mr. Feng, there's no need to ruin the harmony over such a trivial matter. Each side makes a concession, and everyone benefits."

"You underestimate your boss's ruthlessness. He has no intention of giving me room to negotiate." Feng Mu's voice was somewhat cold, his long fingers raising his glasses slightly.

"Don't worry, General Feng. I have no intention of signing any contracts with any company at my own base. Even if we lose money, the He family can afford it." He Hanchuan’s face remained as indifferent as ever, his head lowered as he pretended to idly play with his phone, “Since there's nothing else, please leave, General Feng.”

Ge Hanchuan directly gave them the order to leave, causing Feng Mu's handsome face to be covered with a layer of coldness. However, he remained seated in his chair, not moving at all.

In reality, He Hanchuan's newly established AI base has a very promising development prospect and is definitely a lucrative project. It's being watched by countless companies behind the scenes, but He Hanchuan is a businessman, how could he allow others to take a slice of his big pie

Feng Mu knew He Hanchuan's temper well, so he wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he took out another document from his briefcase.

"Hello, Mr. He, I know you've been looking for a plastic surgeon for your wife. I happen to have a friend who does plastic surgery abroad. I think her resume matches your requirements very well."

Hearing this, He Hanchuan's originally cold eyes suddenly flashed with emotion. He took the file and opened it to find the resume of a plastic surgeon. It was indeed more qualified than any he had seen before.

"How come I can't find it" He Hanchuan felt a twinge of doubt.

Feng Mu’s back leaned against the chair, his deep eyes looked at him extremely calmly, a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, “Xiao Qiao is my friend from abroad. Her medical skills are inherited from her family and she doesn't usually treat people outside the family.”

Saying that, he pushed the file in his hand to He Hanchuan's face, "If I get her to say hello on my behalf, she should give me this face."

They are all businessmen, even close relatives have to settle accounts clearly. Not to mention the relationship between him and Feng Mu.

He looked at the plastic surgeon's resume intently, a dark glint in his eyes. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said in a commanding voice, "Pen!"

As long as it was for A-wei, he would accept any collaboration proposal no matter how beneficial it was.

Menglan skillfully passed the pen to He Hanchuan, watching him personally sign the contract. Her brows furrowed, and she couldn't help but envy Xiang Wan. She was truly lucky.

"Congratulations to both CEOs, on a pleasant cooperation. Since Mr. He has been injured, why not have tea in place of alcohol" Menglan's lips curled into a smile, her eyes, hidden with charm, lingered between them.

Feng Mu smiled and proactively raised his water cup to toast He Hanchuan. The latter's handsome face was gloomy, and he clinked cups with him in a particularly sullen manner.

Ding.

The glass clinked in mid-air.

After putting down his glass, Feng Mu called Meng Lan to leave with him. Meng Lan followed behind him, picking up her clothes. As she bent down, a bruise appeared on her neck.

"Who did this" He Hanchuan saw her wound and frowned, "Is there trouble at the Dream Hall again"

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