lthy young masters, she drank a lot of alcohol and spat out several mouthfuls of blood. I feel like she's about to die." Qingqing tightly held onto her sleeve and cautiously pleaded, "President He, Ma...It's also very warm and powerful!

As a friend, Hancheng has been very righteous towards her.

"Actually, I know my body very well. I can accept all the good that comes and all the bad." Menglan held her water cup, sipping it slowly, her body gradually warming up.

"Don't be so pessimistic, you're not at the stage of cancer yet. I will ask the best doctor to treat you." Hancheng's tone was firm.

Meng Lan looked at the gentle and elegant man before her, listening to his heartfelt words, she actually felt a long-lost warmth, her nose suddenly aching.

She had spent so long in the dream hall, witnessing all the intrigue and betrayal, that Han Cheng's little kindness toward her—

For her, it is invaluable!

The more Heo-yeong treated her well, the deeper her guilt grew. Her slender fingers gripped the steaming cup tightly, pondering slightly.

"Hancheng, I'm so sorry. I miscalculated and made a contract with Fengmu without your permission..."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Han Cheng's face, which had been filled with warmth and elegance just moments before, instantly tightened. He remained silent, seemingly displeased.

Until he received a phone call and left the ward, Menglan tactfully didn't ask further questions. She stared at the ripples in her cup of hot water and let out a soft sigh.

Needless to say, the contract issue must have caused quite a stir for both Han Cheng and the company.

But in that kind of situation — she had no choice!

Meng Lan was thinking about how to explain to Han Cheng, when the door creaked open and Han Cheng walked out holding a black box.

He acted as if nothing had happened, a bright smile returned to his face. He picked up his coat from the rack and tossed it to her on the bed. "The doctor said your condition is stable now, you can be discharged properly. The weather is nice, I'll take you out for a walk."

Meng Lan's enthusiasm wasn't high, "I don't want to go..."

"Lazybones."

Han Cheng walked straight over and pulled her up from the bed, putting a coat on her. "Moderate exercise is also helpful for recovery, get up quickly, I'll take you somewhere."

Meng Lan felt helpless and could only wear slippers to the bathroom to wash up.

She tied up her usual long, wavy hair into a ponytail, adding a youthful vibe to her appearance.

But her delicately small face was still pale. She took out a tube of lipstick from her makeup bag and lightly applied it, adding some color, before she looked less sickly.

After struggling internally for a moment, he let out a soft sigh and walked out.

To be honest, she was tired, exhausted from deep within.

But she still owed Hancheng.

If doing this could make him a little happier, it would also be a way to atone for past wrongs.

Menglan walked to the door, just about to take out her high heels from the shoe rack, when Hancheng stopped her. He opened a black box and took out a pair of simple loafers. The shoes had a light gold trim on the white sole.

"Today, you are not Menglan, but Liu Xinrui."

Han Cheng knelt down, his fingers tightly pinching her slender instep, helping her put on the white sneakers, “These white shoes suit you very well.”

"How can this be, it's so expensive, I can't take it..." Menglan's eyes were filled with shock, and as she spoke, she was about to take it off.

But Han Cheng timely grabbed her, "Don't be cheap, don't take it off, if you really want to return it, just transfer 200 yuan to my WeChat."

"...." Menglan sighed helplessly. She looked down at her white shoes, and for some reason, her nose started to sting.

It's hard to believe that Hancheng would still remember, she used to love wearing white sneakers.

During high school, all the girls around me would wear high heels bought by their parents or teachers, swapping them back and forth. But she always went to the mall to buy all kinds of white sneakers. At that time, she was often teased, "Liu Xinrui, you're so unfeminine~".

“That's just your vulgarity!” She was the only one who kept putting on her white shoes and checking herself in the mirror. She naturally had a pair of straight, long legs that looked good in any shoes. She confidently tilted her head back and smiled lightly, “You don’t understand, this is for love. Feng Mu likes pure and quiet girls. I have to try harder to show him so he looks at me more.”

She was a far cry from innocent and quiet at that time!

"It's very pretty." Menglan retracted her thoughts, stood up, and paced in place. "It's just that I haven't worn it for a long time, and I'm not quite used to it yet."

"Just like it." Han Cheng smiled with satisfaction.

He instinctively wanted to squeeze Menglan's hand, but hesitated halfway and reached for her head instead. The young man sighed with an air of maturity, "Our Xinrui has really grown up. She even knows how to say sorry now."

Meng Lan's face stiffened, and subconsciously, she turned her head away.

She doesn't like being touched so intimately.

Or perhaps, she is now wary of everyone.

She deliberately created distance. Han Cheng looked at her with a tinge of sadness in his eyes, his voice laced with concern, "You don't have to be so polite with me. As for that contract, I never really cared about it."

"Remember what I told you before Mine is yours, as long as you want it, as long as I have it, I'll give it to you."

As long as you want, I will give you...

This sentence, however, caused Menglan's spine to tremble slightly, and a warmth gradually spread through her heart. She dug her nails into her palms, lowered her head, and her eyes grew moist.

How long has it been

How long had it been since she'd heard such unwavering support

Feng Mu ah Feng Mu, you would not believe me at all, in the end, you are not even a bystander!

……

The Feng Group.

Feng Mu has been exceptionally busy lately, working overtime at the company continuously. He held several video conferences with overseas partners, finishing his work just as dusk fell. He leaned back in his chair, resting against the backrest, his slender fingers tightly pinching between his eyebrows.

To be honest, I'm exhausted.

Although working beyond his physical limits was commonplace for him, a sense of emptiness lingered even after the hectic day.

At that moment, the smartphone on the table rang.

He picked up his phone, swiped across the answer key. It was the hospital calling, “General Feng, as per your instructions, we’ve brought in a medical team from abroad overnight. Miss Meng's condition has stabilized, and as you requested, she is unaware of this.”

"Mm." Feng Mu faintly responded, hanging up the phone.

He didn't press the doctor for more information, but as he put his phone down, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, let out a deep sigh of relief, and seemed to regain his energy. He then opened his computer and continued working.

Knock knock!

In a short while, the office door was knocked again. David walked in from outside, hesitated for a moment, and still handed the document in his hand to Feng Mu's face. "Feng Zong, this is what the old man asked me to give you. It's... a wedding planning book. The old man also said that you must choose one today."

78.2

Please remember the first release domain of this book: . Biquge mobile reading address:diately halt the spread of this news. Anyone who spreads these baseless rumors will be dealt with legally!" Feng Mu's voice was frigid, but his face finally held a few less degrees of anger.He got up,...