When opening the file, looking at the rules already set on top, it was simple, only two lines:

1, unconditionally obey Feng Mu's words.

During your stay, you must cook at least one meal for Fengmu every day. Otherwise, it will be considered a breach of contract!

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Right as she was hesitating, Meng Lan saw Feng Mu slowly pick up the phone on the table. Startled, Meng Lan blurted out, "No, I'll sign!"

After she spoke, she picked up a pen and signed her name on the paper.

Seeing her put down the pen heavily, Feng Mu's eyebrows twitched playfully. Not long after, Zhao Shu's respectful voice came from the phone, "President Feng, Miss Meng's toiletries are ready."

“……”

Meng Lan tightly clenched her fists, huffing and puffing as she turned away. She had realized one thing: no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't outsmart Feng Mu, this old fox!

Feng Mu watched her turn and leave, his head resting lightly against the backrest. His bony fingers rested under his jaw, a slight curl to his lips as if finding the whole situation oddly amusing.

Since his parents passed away, he felt for the first time that the large Feng family villa wasn't so lifeless, and his heart seemed less lonely.

As soon as she stepped out the door, Meng Lan snatched the bedding from Zhao Shu and hurried toward her younger brother's ward in the backyard. But before she could even take a step on the stairs, Feng Mu grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her back into the room.

"Ouch...let go of me!" Menglan cried out, her face contorted in pain, but she was forcefully dragged by Feng Mu and thrown onto the bed.

His tall frame stood straight on the bed, his face cold and expressionless. He unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing his breathtakingly sculpted abs.

Meng Lan panicked, clutching the blanket in her hands and scurrying to the corner of the bed. The more she retreated, the tighter Feng Mu grasped her ankles, pulling her forward. Back and forth they went several times, until finally, Feng Mu lost his patience.

He pulled her forward with one forceful motion, pressing her head against his chest.

"What are you putting on?" A mocking voice came from above, Feng Mu's tone dripping with disdain. "Using your tricks to seduce men? Or are you afraid that I, Feng Mu, can't satisfy you, hmm?"

Mulan's face flushed red instantly, glaring at him, "Mr. Feng, the signed contract doesn't include this 'accompany sleeping' clause."

"But unconditional obedience to my commands, including—" Feng Mu lowered his tall frame, his arms resting on either side of her, his eyes cold, "sleeping with me!"

"...Meng Lan swallowed, unable to refute."

Feng Mu turned and went into the bathroom, slamming the toilet door shut with a bang. Soon, the sound of rustling water came from inside.

Dream Lan hugged the quilt, burying herself at the head of the bed, racking her brain for a way to cope.

It's not being overly sentimental; it's just that I've been through life's experiences.

It's just that she had a relationship with Feng Mu before, after all, they were both trying to make up for their guilt. But now, Feng Mu trampled on her last shred of dignity, and her brother's life or death is still unknown.

If she could still enjoy the pleasures of the flesh with others here, then she would be nothing but a disgrace!

In a little while, the sound of running water faded away. Feng Mu pushed open the door and walked out. Meng Lan instinctively shrank back into the corner of the bed, her eyes glaring fiercely at him.

While Feng Mu was nonchalantly wiping his hair with a towel, his muscular figure clad in a loose bathrobe, he felt her resistance and smirked disdainfully.

"Go take a shower, you're too dirty, you're not allowed on my bed."

Saying that, he directly threw a towel onto her. Menglan hurriedly caught it and ran into the bathroom with delight.

She turned on the tap and sat on the toilet for a while before getting into the bathtub. Usually, she could finish her bath in half an hour, but today she deliberately dragged it out, spending a full hour in the bathroom.

To his surprise, it was already the middle of the night, and the man sitting on the bed hadn't fallen asleep yet. He held a newspaper in his hand, flipping through the pages. "I thought you fell into the toilet,"

Meng Lan's fingers clutched the bathrobe tightly, "I take a long time to bathe."

As she spoke, she started walking toward the bed and lay down on the other side, creating a considerable distance between them. She held her blanket close and pretended to be exhausted.

After a while, Feng Mu turned off the desk lamp in his hand. He lay on the bed, but tossed and turned unable to sleep. He directly lifted her quilt and with fingers that carried a touch of coolness, he caressed upwards along her clothes.

"You, you beast..."

"Shut up!" Feng Mu's thin lips brushed against her ear, a sinister reminder. "Don't push the limits of my patience any further, or I swear I'll take you right now?"

"...Menglan jumped, her knees slightly curling inwards as if she were shrinking into a quail."

And Feng Mu behind her was probably truly tired, just holding her without any further movement. Soon, in this silent night, the sound of his deep sleep came.

Menglan finally let out a breath, her gaze fixed on his lean arms wrapped around her. A warmth surged within her, but she quickly suppressed it, her eyes clouding with bitterness.

She had slept with Feng Mu before, but it was always just to satisfy his desires. Every time, it ended badly.

This was the first time she had ever been so calm lying in bed with Feng Mu.

Isn't this what she longed for in the past?

But now, unknowingly, it has changed into something else...

The arms that she had once believed could shield her from harm and provide warmth, the embrace that felt so safe, now offered her no comfort, let alone a sense of security.

She just wants to escape... but she fears that at the meeting, it will be pitch black!

Morning.

When Menglan woke up again, Fengmu's figure was nowhere to be seen. She felt lighthearted and went to the bathroom to wash and get dressed before going to the restaurant for a meal.

Uncle Zhao had prepared a plentiful breakfast, but Menglan didn't have much of an appetite. She held a cup of hot milk and sipped it slowly, her hand holding a cell phone as she browsed recipes.

She didn't forget what the condition was to stay in the Feng family and take care of her younger brother!

This morning, Menglan went to the backyard to see her younger brother again. She happened to meet the doctor who had just finished a series of physical recovery procedures on her brother and gave her good news, "Your brother is recovering well and should be able to wake up in a few days."

Menglan couldn't hide her joy and hurriedly bowed to the doctor in gratitude. The moment she walked out of the ward, she finally felt truly relieved.

It was early spring, the back garden of the Feng family was picturesque with clear water and lush greenery. The stream gurgled gently, she slightly raised her hand, trying to shield herself from the scorching sun.

The emotions that had been suppressed for so long, at this very moment, cleared up.

Thankfully, her brother was revived.

She did not disappoint her parents' expectations. She has been diligently and earnestly taking care of her younger brother!

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