Moreover, this is just what they see on the surface. Behind the scenes, who knows what terrible things Feng Mu has been inciting Meng Lan to do!

Especially when it came to A-wei, just as she was about to help Menglan seek justice, Menglan suddenly let out a light chuckle, “What General Feng said is true. How can I compare to A-wei? Thank you for the kindness of President He and his wife. Wearing such a priceless dress feels like a burden on me!”

She still smiled gently, breaking the current awkward silence with a few brief words. Without losing her composure, she called over the waiter and went to the dressing room to change out of her dress.

But even as a woman, Xiang Wan could see how strained her smile was, and couldn't help but feel sorry for Meng Lan. Before working together at the Dream Hall, Meng Lan was such an elegant and noble woman in her memory. She couldn't understand what kind of leverage Feng Mu had that made her willingly be tormented by him like this?

"You'd better rein it in!" He Hanchuan lightly tapped the table, his tone cold as he warned Feng Mu. After all, Menglan had voluntarily attached herself to him, so they couldn't do much.

<< A-Chan was deeply affected by the news of FengMu and MengLan's incident. Even after leaving the mall, she remained gloomy, unscrewing a bottle of mineral water and taking several sips before managing to quell her anger. >>

He didn't speak, pressing down on the accelerator with his leather shoes, driving the car onto the highway. Only then did he free his hand to tightly grasp A-wei's hand, "Don't overthink it, don't let other people's opinions ruin your health."

向晚 tilted her head, gazing at He Hanchuan's calm expression. Recalling how he and Feng Mu had grown up together, she couldn't help but prop her chin up with her hand and lean closer, peering at him curiously, "Feng Mu obviously detested Meng Lan so much, yet why would he still keep her around?"

He Jianchuan had anticipated this question from Xiang Wan, his eyes darkened slightly as he explained, “I never meddle in other people’s affairs, but I vaguely remember hearing my parents say that the feud between Feng Mu and Meng Lan stemmed from their parents' generation. Meng Lan used to be the beloved daughter of the Liu Corporation.”

Upon hearing this, Xiang Wan's face flickered slightly, and surprise flashed in her eyes.

A decade ago, the Liu Group was a highly influential pharmaceutical family in China. It is said that they later went bankrupt and disappeared from public view after causing a fatality.

I never expected Menglan to have this kind of identity.

向晚 was shocked and instinctively asked, “What about you? How did you meet Menglan?”

He slammed the car around a corner, his grip on the steering wheel tightening, his voice growing heavier. "I met her when she was a rising star at the fashion design academy. We collaborated once, that's all. Then after Dreamland opened, Feng Mu introduced Menglan to me."

"I heard she's good at fashion design. I mentioned before wanting her to join Heshi Group and offer her a satisfactory salary, but she declined. She probably wouldn't want to because of Feng Mu." He explained briefly, not wanting to delve into the complicated relationship between Feng Mu and Meng Lan.

Fashion design...

Towards's eyes suddenly lit up, she couldn't explain why, but she suddenly thought of the designer from Xiangshi Group who had suddenly resigned. If she could recruit Menglan to work...

She didn't dare to think too much about the fact that nothing came of it, but since Menglan was so talented, it wasn't her intention to end up working at the Meng Hui Society, right? Maybe she was even forced by Feng Moqiang?

……

At this time, the cramped changing room environment, coupled with being ridiculed by Feng Mu just now, caused Meng Lan to experience her long-forgotten symptoms of agoraphobia again. She instinctively crouched down, hugging her knees like a baby, and fumbled for a cigarette from her bag, tilting her head to light it.

A thin veil of smoke swirled around her delicate features. She had only taken a few puffs, but the burn in her stomach returned with renewed intensity. Her fingers, clutching the cigarette, trembled slightly.

Meng Lan could only lean her head against the wall, coughing violently. Her movements alerted the waiter who pushed open the dressing room door and stared at her in shock. “Miss, what are you doing? Smoking is not allowed in our store.”

"Hold on... Sorry, ahem!" Menglan said as she extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray. She tried to help herself up from the chair, but her hand met a warm palm.

She tilted her head up to look at Feng Mu before her, her body trembling slightly. Her face flushed red as she tried to speak, but the smoke choked her, causing her to cough again.

Feng Mu helped her up, looking at her face shrouded in smoke with a hint of beauty after its fall. A trace of bewilderment arose in his heart, he thought to himself, was Mu Lan's attitude truly so vicious? Making her look at him as if she saw a ferocious beast!

Without saying much, Feng Mu took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders, then scooped her up from the cold floor.

Seeing his sudden movement, Menglan coughed excitedly, “No… no need, I can walk by myself.”

"Hold on tight." Feng Mu said in a low, gruff voice, his dark eyes seeming at odds with his actions.

Mulan unconsciously tightened her body, her arms hugging his neck tightly, silently lowering her head.

She had done everything intimate with Feng Mu, but it was always in secret. He held her so openly and walked her out of the mall, which made her feel bewildered!

After getting in the car, Feng Mu put her on the passenger seat and slammed the door shut without saying a word before turning away.

His actions were certainly not gentle. Menglan was thrown onto the back of the chair, her breath coming in short gasps. She glanced at the rearview mirror inadvertently and realized her face was so pale!

It is estimated that I caught a cold again, feeling weak all over. My nose can't smell anything, and my stomach feels like it's churning with discomfort.

Menglan looked around, but she couldn't find Feng Mu anywhere. He didn't get on the bus. Where did he go?

But she didn't have the heart to think too much. She took out her blush from her bag and quickly touched up her makeup. Otherwise, Feng Mu would see her like this and find another way to tease her.

Meanwhile, Feng Mu stood under a tree root taking a drag from his cigarette. He didn't wait long before a Mercedes pulled up in front of him. The window on the driver's side slowly rolled down, revealing a man in a gray coat who tossed a bag of pills to Feng Mu. "Here, this is the medicine Menglan uses in the hospital," he said. "There are instructions on how to use it."

"Thanks." Feng Mu took it, his cold eyes fixed on the man in the car. If Meng Lan were here, she would have recognized this familiar face as her attending physician, Wang Ling.

“I said, if you want Menglan to die sooner, just give her a bottle of pesticide and end it. Why go through all this trouble?” Wang Ling’s voice was bad, his eyes rolled heavenward, and in anger, he slapped the steering wheel hard.

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