m and Qingran who don't want to see her, rather than her who doesn't want to see them.Towards Evening tugged at her lips, her expression was bland, yet held a hint of sarcasm."I came here as a mistake...As soon as Menglan sees candy, she wipes away her tears and feels better.

Every time she tore open a candy wrapper, she'd tilt her head back and smirk at Hancheng, "Are you Doraemon How can you conjure up so many candies Or are you... secretly in love with me"

Back then, his Hancheng dialect was quite limited. He would often lower his head, blushing profusely, and it took him ages to string a sentence together. It was both endearing and amusing.

Back then, Menglan thought their three-person friendship would last forever. Even though Feng Mu never spared her an extra glance, she had boundless courage. That was until Feng Mu's father suddenly died in the conference room!

He had been suffering from cancer for years and survived thanks to the medications newly developed by the Liu Group. According to the autopsy report, the medicine had been tampered with, causing resistance in the human body. This was murder!

On the day of her husband's funeral, Mrs. Feng also hanged herself to death.

Meng Lan would never forget Feng Mu at her grandfather's funeral. He was dressed in white, kneeling on the ground, his whole body radiating despair. It made people afraid to get too close.

From that moment on, the gears of their destiny began to turn relentlessly!

The normally carefree Feng Mu seemed to have suddenly grown up. He didn't eat or drink and kept vigil in the mourning hall for three days. Meng Lan followed suit, fasting and staying outside for three days as well. But this kind of apology was too insignificant; it wouldn't touch his heart.

Bang!

Even before she could utter a word, Feng Mu saw her and countless murderous intents flashed across his eyes. He reached out and tightly gripped her neck, dragging her forcefully into the spirit hall and kicking her down in front of Feng's father and mother's tablets.

Menglan is particularly cherished.

No physical pain could ever compare to the terror in my heart.

Feng Mu tightly grasped her hair, forcing her to look up at the spirit tablet in front of her. He leaned close to her ear, his breathing heavy and raspy, a sinister reminder: "Liu Xinrui, even if you kneel for a lifetime, it won't make up for your sins."

"Liu Xirui, as long as I, Feng Mu, am still alive, I will make sure your Liu Group goes bankrupt!"

Home destroyed!

That kind of pain, Menglan would never forget in her entire life. Her scalp felt like it was being pulled, swollen and numb, tears welling up in her eyes uncontrollably. She didn't dare look at Feng Mu's expression, but she could still deeply feel the hatred he had for her.

I owe.

After the tragedy unfolded, she had been in debt to Feng Mu her whole life, leading to a life where she never received anything and was constantly losing. She became known as a woman of ill repute by the people, but she felt...the term "walking corpse" was more fitting for her!

Feng Mu, let me go!

"Feng Mu, let me go!" Meng Lan cried out in terror, jolted awake from her dream. She stared at the ceiling, gasping for breath, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

“Xin…Menglan, you’re finally awake” Han Cheng was sitting in a chair wearing a white shirt. When he saw her wake up, he threw away half an apple he had been chewing on and excitedly ran to her bedside. “That’s great! The doctor gave you a critical illness notice, your stomach disease is so severe why did you still drink”

Mulan was held in his arms, but her whole body felt numb and she couldn't feel any warmth. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Pain, the kind she felt in her dreams, made it impossible for her to tell if what she was experiencing was real or an illusion.

"I... am I still alive" she asked stiffly, turning her head carefully.

"Of course, don't say disheartening things," Han Cheng saw the despair in her eyes, his eyes gradually stinging with tears. He heard Meng Lan's dream just now, what did Feng Mu do to her that would make her so terrified!

Han Cheng couldn't bear to ask any more, his fingers gently stroking her cheek. "You are living well, Menglan, don't be afraid. I came back this time just to find you. I have grown up and can protect you now."

He is no longer the boy who was once tongue-tied and would only silently protect those he liked from afar.

Kaede had not heard his voice. She lowered her head, letting out a sigh of hopeless self-deprecation. She hadn't died Why was she so disappointed...

"I think I need a break for a while." Menglan didn't wallow in sadness. She leaned against the bedside table, her alluring phoenix eyes now filled with tranquility. "You've taken care of me for long enough. Go rest."

Han Cheng saw that she was in low spirits, so he courteously got up from his chair and lowered the pillow for her. "That's good, you should get a good sleep. I'll go make something for you to eat."

Meng Lan pursed her red lips, staring at him. She suddenly remembered the unsigned contract, her thoughts racing, but in the end, she remained silent.

As Menglan watched Han Cheng leave the ward, she glanced at the IV drip above her head that was still half full. Without a trace of emotion, she pulled out her pillow, put on her shoes, and walked out.

Her body seemed to be drained of energy, her legs suddenly weak. She used her palms to prop herself up against the cabinet and managed to stumble to the window.

Hearing that Han Cheng had nearly died after a major surgery, I expected her to be concerned about her health. But she seemed indifferent, as if she had long since given up on the idea of life and death.

The window was ajar, and someone had hung a wind chime on the frame. A gentle breeze swept over my face, accompanied by the lively sounds of children playing downstairs. It was especially lively.

Kamelan's face was as pale as death, her eyes filled with a deep gloom.

She looked down at the towering buildings, her toes involuntarily curling. If she just jumped down like this, it should count as an accidental death, right If Feng Mu wasn't sure, he wouldn't let her brother go.

She didn't want to spend her life like this, living in the shadow of Feng Mu.

Meng Lan's mind conjured this thought, her fingers gripping the railing tightly. Before she could act, the door was kicked open with a heavy thud, followed by the sound of heavy and disordered footsteps behind her.

"Looking for death" Feng Mu clenched Meng Lan's arm from behind, his voice hoarse, suppressing the turmoil within him.

Menglan's face turned pale, and her body trembled involuntarily. She was afraid; she knew better than anyone that wherever Feng Mu was, she wouldn't have a good time.

"I didn't mean anything by it, I was just standing here enjoying the view." Menglan pulled a smile at the corner of her lips, she turned her body, reached out and hooked onto Feng Mu's neck, giggling with a wink, "Aren't you busy today How come you're visiting me in broad daylight"

Upon hearing this, Feng Mu smirked coldly, his palm stroking Meng Lan's slender waist.

He could see that Menglan was clearly in a lot of pain but still trying to force out a strained smile. What an overreach!

Menglan had long since gotten used to his indifference, and she had also learned how to please him. "Mr. Feng, the CEO, shouldn't be so petty, right I will continue to work hard on the contract with Hancheng and help you get it."

Saying that, she reached out and tugged at Feng Mu's tie, pulling him in front of her. Just as she was about to kiss him, he turned his head away.

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