is head to look at her side, amber eyes as usual filled with anger and disgust, yet also mixed with suppressed helplessness and love.向晚 glanced at him, her eyes only lingering on him for a moment befo...向晚 told him that if he still wanted to win Menglan's heart.

Then the only thing he could do was be sincere and unconditionally good to her, waiting for her to slowly change her mind.

and so on...

This word is terrifying for most men.

Especially now that he is over thirty, his peers are already married and honeymooning with their wives.

He should be finding a woman of similar social standing to marry and have children at his age.

But he was willing to spend all his time, just waiting for Menglan.

Anyway, I've already waited for five years, so I don't care about the days that follow.

Feng Mu stood by the window for a while before closing it and starting to clean.

After all, the furniture was covered in a layer of smoke during the day and the house wasn't clean.

Feng Mu skillfully picked up the mop and began wiping the floor. From his practiced movements, it was clear that this wasn't the first time he had done such a thing.

It's not really that anyone is naturally good at something. It's just that people who love you, they put in a lot of effort to spend more time with you.

When Menglan woke up again, it was already the next morning. The sun rose slowly, casting a particularly scorching heat on her body.

Her brows furrowed, and she struggled to sit up from the bed. As soon as she moved her arm slightly, she felt every bone in her body ache.

She instinctively reached out to rub her eyes. Once her vision returned, she surveyed the surroundings.

When she found out it was so strange, astonishment flashed across her eyes, and a tinge of fear arose in her heart.

For so many years, she has lived alone with her child in a foreign land. There haven't been many changes, but she always feels insecure in unfamiliar environments and subconsciously panics.

After her emotions had calmed slightly, Meng Lan took a deep breath and unconsciously asked,

"Fen Mu"

I waited for a long time, but there was no response at all.

"Feng Mu" Meng Lan tentatively called out again.

It could still be quiet, quiet as if a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

Meng Lan lowered her eyes, concealing the trace of disappointment in them. It seemed she had expectations that were too high; how could Feng Mu possibly come to her side

As she thought this through, she let out a soft sigh and then wrapped herself in the blanket, tucking it tightly around her so that not a sliver of space was left uncovered.

I thought that was the end of it, but just then, the door creaked open.

"Wake up" a man's gentle voice came from outside the door.

After hearing this, Meng Lan's footsteps trembled slightly. She subconsciously revealed a crack from under the blanket and looked outside.

Feng Mu was just standing at the door, holding a bowl of soup in his hand, gently looking at her, "Lazybones, get up and eat something."

"You didn't go to work" Meng Lan showed surprise, unexpected to see his figure at home.

Feng Mu gave a faint "um" and explained to her, "The company isn't very busy today, so you can go in the afternoon."

Saying that, he carried the soup in his hand and walked to her.

"Go wash up first, then have something to eat."

"No need." Menglan frowned, unwilling to accept Feng Mu's kindness, and politely declined, "I can just go back and cook something myself."

"Listen." Feng Mu's tone held an undeniable force. "Don't worry, this soup was bought downstairs. It's not poisoned. Just consider it a thank you for cooking me dinner last night."

He very cleverly found an excuse.

Meng Lan's face softened, and as she was indeed a little hungry, she didn't refuse anymore. She readily agreed, "Thank you."

After finishing her words, she took the lead and walked down to washroom to brush her teeth. Only after everything was done did she follow Feng Mu towards the dining room.

When she stood in the living room, looking at the spotless surroundings, a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.

"Did you clean all of this yourself" Menglan asked doubtfully.

After all, Feng Mu said himself that he wouldn't do housework, but to have the house cleaned up like this, it doesn't seem like he wouldn't be able to do it at all.

A flicker of guilt crossed Feng Mu's eyes, but within a few seconds, he concealed it. "No, just a temporary worker I hired."

"That's how it is."

Meng Lan didn't suspect anything more, after all, cleaning such a big house by herself was quite tiring.

At the dining table, Feng Mu gently placed the soup in front of her and took out freshly warmed milk from the kitchen. They ate breakfast together.

Mulan was quite hungry, and not at all polite. She picked up the spoon from the table and began to drink her soup.

"It tastes good." She gave a thumbs up, her praise coming from the heart.

The chicken soup's aroma is incredibly rich and intense, clearly indicating that it took a lot of effort to make.

"If you like it, that's fine." A trace of tenderness appeared in Feng Mu's eyes, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he unconsciously said, "If you like it, we can eat it every day from now on."

Meng Lan didn't pay attention to his words, only focused on drinking the chicken soup, until she drank to the bottom of the bowl, then she felt refreshed.

"By the way, where did you buy this chicken soup When did such a delicious store open in Haicheng" she asked curiously, even thinking about bringing Liu Niancheng here for some soup.

After all, the soup is so delicious, my son deserves to have a good taste too!

Listening to her words, Feng Mu's eyes flickered slightly, but soon he suppressed the strange color in his eyes, and pulled out a few tissues to wipe her lips.

"I'll take you there to eat next time."

"Fine." Menglan shrugged, her eyes flashing. "Cheapskate!"

Isn't it just asking for a contact way from the store Why make such a fuss about it.

Feng Mu pursed his thin lips, but didn't say much. He just pushed the cup of milk in front of her.

He's not stingy, either.

However, what made this chicken soup special was that he had cooked it himself. He started simmering it at 4 in the morning, putting his heart and soul into it.

You can't find such delicious chicken soup anywhere else.

Menglan drank all the milk in front of her, reaching out to touch her little belly. She hadn't eaten this much in a long time; she felt like her stomach was about to burst.

She originally thought Feng Mu lived next door, which would be a hassle for her.

But never expected, in the end, it was her who took advantage of others.

……

After eating and drinking her fill, Menglan went home to change her clothes before taking a taxi to the company.

She had plenty of time to prepare since she came from Yun City, but she never expected that she would end up in the hospital and delay everything.

The day after tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and the spokesmodel will be wearing her designed clothes on the runway show then. This is also the time when the response can be best witnessed. She can only speed up and complete this project as soon as possible.

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