Chapter 543 I'm sorry, I didn't consider your feel

Yu Jingyun. After marrying Xiang Jianguo for two years, her parents died in a car accident, and the company of the Yu family was handed over to Xiang Jianguo. A few years ago, it was renamed Xiangshi..."Don't worry so much, General He. It's normal to stumble along the way," Menglan said with a light smile, her voice as sweet as a wind chime.

"You're starting to resemble Feng Mu's subordinate more and more." He Hanchuan's gaze was icy as he looked at her. Such a flimsy excuse wasn't something Meng Lan would have concocted before.

Upon hearing this, Menglan's eyes darkened momentarily, but she quickly concealed it. She calmly pulled her collar up, "I always respect Mr. Feng, and maintaining a good relationship between the He and Feng families is also following your orders."

He clutched with his long fingers, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

He did indeed use the friendship between Meng Lan and Feng Mu to achieve a certain goal, but he never forced Meng Lan. On the contrary, they grew closer and closer.

Their relationship was obvious to all, he just didn't bother to care and never interfered.

After leaving the hospital, Menglan, as always, kept a distance of about ten meters from Feng Mu. She pressed the elevator button and rode it down to the ground-floor warehouse.

Here, it was deserted. Menglan had just pressed the car key and was about to open the car door when suddenly her arm was pulled tight. Her high heels 'clacked' on the ground, and she was forcefully dragged into another car.

Bang.

The car door was closed.

Dream Orchid was utterly powerless against the man's overwhelming strength. She cried out in alarm as her legs were spread apart and she was forced to sit between his thighs.

"Thinking of running away" Feng Mu's amber eyes locked onto her, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her waist. His voice was laced with a chilling edge, "Is it that you can't wait to meet your lover Hmm"

The pain in her lower back made Menglan gasp, she leaned back but still pressed against the back of the car. "I thought President Feng wanted to go back as soon as possible to comfort his fiancée after the rumors on the internet spread"

Feng Mu let out a cold snort. "You're not qualified to judge me."

Meng Lan curled her lips into a smile, but the mirth didn't reach her eyes. "Since Mr. Feng finds me bothersome, why keep me in the car"

"Asking knowingly!" Feng Mu looked at her coldly, his big hand stroking Meng Lan's cheongsam, just about to tear it off, when Meng Lan grabbed his arm, "Don't, this cheongsam is not ordinary expensive."

"Think I can't afford it" Feng Mu Xiu's long fingers tightened around her jaw, his eyes flashing with a turbulent fury, "Menglan, for so many years, what have you wanted that I haven't bought for you"

"...Listening to his words, Menglan's expression had a few seconds of trance, and then a hint of bitterness spread in her heart."

Yes, Feng Mu had always provided for her materially, but emotionally, he had never given her a proper title. Meng Lan couldn't escape his prison, so she simply resigned herself to enjoying it.

If you can't get love, then money is good too.

Since Feng Mu is willing to give it, she has no reason not to accept.

"Rip!" The fabric of Menglan's cheongsam on her thigh was suddenly ripped open, like countless Renminbi being thrown onto Tiananmen Square, vanishing in an instant!

She chuckled wryly, wisely choosing not to resist. She lifted Feng Mu's face, a smile rippling in her eyes. "Mr. Feng, I can handle something small like this myself."

Feng Mu looked at her with satisfaction. His muscular body leaned against the back of the chair, enjoying this moment of pleasure.

Forty minutes later, Menglan pushed open the car door and got out. Her clothes were torn and tattered, and she was only wearing a black suit that Feng Mu had thrown to her. Her hair was messy and draped over her shoulders.

Feng Mu's car quickly started and disappeared into the garage.

Menglan watched his car disappear from sight, she didn't cry or make a fuss, just chuckled self-deprecatingly.

She slowly spread open her tightly clenched palm, revealing a black card inside.

Every time they met, Feng Mu would give her a large sum of money. Even though Meng Lan was the boss of Meng Hui Society and didn't really need the money, she would always accept it openly each time.

She would deposit the money regularly into her bank account, thinking that when Feng Mu finally came to his senses and let her go, she would use the money to start a new life abroad.

But right now, it seems like Feng Mu's interest in her hasn't diminished at all, which is really damn awful. I hope that after he marries his fiancée, he'll tone it down a bit.

She could also...take a good breath.

……

In the evening, Xiang Wan arrived at the hospital ward with food. She pushed open the door and saw He Hanchuan frowning, typing furiously on his laptop.

Seeing this, Xiangwan carried the thermos to the bedside table, “You’re sick, you should take a good rest. What documents can’t be handled by your subordinates”

"No, the contract signed with Feng Mu must not have any loopholes. He's a meticulous and persistent person." He Hanchuan let out a cold snort, his handsome face grim, as if he had suffered some loss.

But the more he wrote, the more depressed he became. In this collaboration, he lost a lot of money. Most importantly, he always felt like he was being held back by someone.

He wouldn't soften his heart if it wasn't for treating A-wan's face, begging him!

"Both Feng Mu and Meng Lan are here" Xiang Wan exclaimed, it was rare for even He, the big boss, to suffer a loss.

"Well, let's not mention them." He Hanchuan withdrew his gaze, the agitation in his eyes fading. He reached out and pulled Xiangwan into his embrace, his long fingers gently stroking the scar on her cheek.

For many years, the scar clung to Xiang Wan's face like a brand, ugly beyond measure. When people were around, she would cover it with a mask; when she was alone, she didn't dare get too close to others.

"Stop looking." Xiang Wan hurriedly turned her head, and upon seeing He Hanchuan's heartbroken gaze, her heart ached once more.

Especially since the scars would constantly cast a shadow of insecurity upon her, she felt even more unsafe. This was unlike the former Yua who never felt this way before.

"Let's have dinner. I made you some fresh soup." Xiangwan forced a light smile, but her arm trembled slightly when her finger touched the lid of the thermos.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t been considerate of your feelings.” He Hanchuan held her gently from behind and tightened his grip on Xiang Wan’s hands as he lifted the lid of the pot. “I should have taken you to see a plastic surgeon a long time ago. You’ve had to endure so many rumors and gossip. Is your heart also filled with resentment towards me”

"No." Hearing his self-deprecating words, Xiang Wan's heart warmed. "I know you put in a lot of effort, after all, my scar was very difficult to treat. I can wait."

Even now, Xiang Wan is still afraid that he will be under pressure and forcibly squeezes out a relaxed smile.

"We can't wait any longer." The more she laughed, the more heartbroken He Hanchuan became.

To Wan's astonished gaze, He Hanchuan picked up the plastic surgeon's information from the side and showed it to her, "I checked, the doctor's resume is real. You tidy up, we'll leave next Monday."

Hearing his sudden message, Xiangwan's heart felt like a spice rack that had been knocked over—a surge of excitement, nervousness, and worry all came crashing at once.

Next Monday, that would only leave five days left, wouldn't it

Towards evening, Yue Wan looked at He Hanchuan's leg wrapped in bandages. Just as she was about to refuse, he spoke first, reminding her, "Don't worry, my leg can be treated even abroad, but the doctor can't wait."

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