t still be cured My nephew is an expert in this area, he's studying in America right now. I'll have him come back and take a look at you!"Remembering He Hanchuan's warning, Xiang Wan pursed her lips a...Using

This word pierced Feng Xing's heart deeply.

A trace of malice flashed in his eyes, and he sneered.

He's probably realized that the old master is about to make a blunder, and he absolutely won't allow himself to be used as a pawn.

From the very beginning, he treated Feng Mu as his imaginary enemy. Everything he had, he wanted to possess. Anything he couldn't get, he would destroy.

For example, the thing he cares about most right now... is Menglan!

……

This afternoon at one o'clock, the Feng Group officially held a shareholders meeting. At the meeting, Feng Zhenhua personally admitted that there was a grandson who had been lost for many years, and he transferred 10% of his shares to him, making him the vice president of the Feng Group smoothly. It can be seen that this grandson is very important to him...

Meng Lan was sitting on the sofa, receiving therapy from a psychologist.

Suddenly, when she heard the sound from the television, she unconsciously opened her eyes and looked at the television.

When he saw Feng Xing's face, after he finished the handover ceremony with Old Master Feng, he smiled at the camera.

Meng Lan's whole body felt cold, shivers running down her spine.

Do you still remember when we first met Feng Xing Back then, our interaction was just based on him being a sleepy dragon conducting his own investigation. I never expected that in the blink of an eye, he would transform into the vice president.

So, everything he showed to the world before was just an illusion

"Miss Meng, how are you feeling" the doctor asked, leaning close to her ear.

Meng Lan suddenly came to her senses and looked at the doctor, "I feel okay, I haven't had any hallucinations in the past few days, just a bit tired. I want to go upstairs and rest for a while."

"Good." The psychologist smiled gently at her. "Go rest if you're tired."

"Thank you." As soon as she finished speaking, Menglan stood up from her spot and subconsciously looked up at the television.

Just as the TV was broadcasting a scene about Feng Mu, he was facing the camera, his handsome face as cold and aloof as ever.

Look, he's not in a good mood.

Menglan couldn't help but glance a few more times, then made up her mind and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

Brother, it was because they sealed the family that he died young.

So, she shouldn't have any sympathy for Feng Mu!

Over the next few days, Han Cheng would often take Menglan out, taking her to some old places, trying his best not to let her stay cooped up at home.

Fortunately, it worked quite well.

Meng Lan's mental state is gradually improving. Hallucinations in her mind are becoming less frequent, and she is also less resistant to seeing the psychiatrist.

And ever since the shareholders' meeting, Feng Mu hadn't returned to the Han family. Menglan and Han Cheng also understood each other implicitly, neither of them brought up his name again.

That day, the sky suddenly darkened and a drizzle began to fall.

Dream Orchid looked at the rainstorm outside, and her chest felt like it was stuffed with a sponge, an indescribable feeling of dread.

At night, she dreamt of Liu Liang again.

In his dream, Liu Liang encountered danger and was being chased by a group of people. He was cornered in a small alleyway and desperately cried out.

"No, please stop! I beg you... just let him go, and I'll give you anything!" Menglan struggled in her sleep, wanting to help Liu Liang, but no matter how she called out, it was useless.

In my heart, that feeling of despair and sorrow washed over me again deeply!

"Xiaorui, wake up" A low male voice suddenly called out to her.

Menglan frowned, waking from her sleep. She blinked sleepily and saw Feng Mu's handsome face.

She was startled, nearly thinking it a hallucination, "How is that you How did you... get in"

"The door wasn't locked," Feng Mu explained in a low voice.

After she spoke, Meng Lan sat up from the bed. This was when she saw Feng Mu clearly. He was wearing a dirty suit, his hair unkempt, and he had grown a beard on his chin.

Just now she almost... didn't recognize him.

"Who allowed you to enter my room, get out!" Menglan's face was stern as she pointed her finger at the doorway.

Feng Mu raised his eyes, his deep eyes carrying a hint of bitterness. He curved his lips and asked helplessly,

"Are you rejecting me this much right now"

He didn't say anything was okay, but once he started talking, Menglan glared at him with fury and jealousy in her eyes!

It's more than just rejection.

Just thinking about my brother's death makes me want to kill him a thousand times over!

"Get out, Feng Mu. You better not push me, or I can do anything to you, believe me" Menglan picked up a pillow from the bed and threw it forcefully at Feng Mu.

Feng Mu had just raised his hand to catch it when Meng Lan grabbed a cup from the table and hurled it at his head.

"Bang!"

His forehead throbbed with pain, a bruise blossoming there.

Feng Mu let out a muffled grunt, covering his temple with his hand and frowning slightly.

"Are you really willing to be so ruthless" Feng Mu raised his eyes, staring at her intently.

Menglan was frightened by the coldness in his eyes. She hid in the corner, hugging her knees tightly, her eyes filled with panic.

"I... I didn't mean to, please, don't hit me, don't hit my brother..."

She muttered incessantly, perhaps because the fear emanating from her heart caused beads of sweat to form on his forehead.

It was obvious that she seemed to have recalled those painful memories again.

Feng Mu stepped forward, looking at Meng Lan's panicked face, his heart ached as if it were being squeezed. "Don't be afraid, I won't hit you."

As soon as those words were spoken, the trembling on Menglan's body noticeably decreased.

"I just miss you."

Feng Mu lowered his head, slightly raised his hand, and gently caressed her cheek with his fingertips. His voice held a hint of pleading, "Meng Lan, I... am very tired. The company is in turmoil, all major partners have changed hands, and I have to return to the company in an hour."

"So, lend me your shoulder for a while, please don't refuse me, okay"

Although Meng Lan's face was calm, her eyes gradually darkened, and beneath the surface, a storm of emotions raged.

And just as she was silent, Feng Mu leaned against her legs. In just a few seconds, he fell asleep soundly.

In the bedroom, it had grown quiet.

But when she heard his even breathing, Menglan's heart ached unbearably. She stiffened her neck and slowly lowered her head to look at his handsome face.

These days, he looks really tired.

In just a few days' absence, he had lost a significant amount of weight, looking gaunt and unshaven. He was no longer the clean-cut and tidy person he used to be.

Menglan gently raised her hand, unconsciously touching his brows and eyes. When her fingertips felt the familiar touch, her delicate body trembled slightly.

Soon, she moved her hand away again.

A deep sense of guilt washed over me.

She shouldn't... shouldn't be so close to Feng Mu. How could she, with so much on her shoulders, explain to her brother who died because of the Feng family

Thinking this way, Menglan looked towards the bedside table, at that sharp dagger.

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