woman mattered except for Wanye. All the others were just passing shadows, unable to stir even a flicker of emotion within him.But he was very curious about Feng Mu's reaction!"Thank you, General He,...Nervously, she raised her trembling hand to touch her face and excitedly asked the friend beside her, “Do I have wrinkles Have I gained weight”

Friend looked at me with confusion, "You're so pretty! Shasha, what happened to you You're a hundred times prettier than that jerk!"

You are very beautiful...

Wang Zhisan's tightly drawn face relaxed slightly, she stood there, exhausted. She leaned her arms against the counter, resting herself, and in her eyes, a glimmer of pain could be seen.

Since her plastic surgery, she has never relaxed on skincare.

Although she managed to make a pretty successful recovery, there are still some after-effects. For example, on windy or rainy days, her whole body aches. Also, if she doesn't wear makeup, you can tell she has scars, so she has to lock her door at night.

But these pains are nothing compared to the humiliation of being cornered at the school gate by Menglan back then!

From then on, she swore that she would never go back to being the chubby girl she used to be. She wanted everything Dreamland had, including... Feng Mu!

Meng Lan walked out of the skyscraper and lost her interest in shopping. She got into a car led by her bodyguard, but as soon as she opened the car door, she saw Feng Mu sitting inside.

She was taken aback, but still got into the car. "How did you end up here Aren't you at the company"

Feng Mu kept his eyes tightly shut, his expression though tired, still radiating a cold aura. Meng Lan unconsciously moved to the side.

"Can I eat you" Feng Mu grasped her arm, suddenly pulling her to his side.

Meng Lan raised her hand to support the seat, stabilizing her body. She looked at him as he was being dishonest, touching her waist and even trying to lift her clothes upwards when she quickly stopped him. “Feng Mu, are you crazy This is in a car!”

She lowered her voice deliberately, and the guards in front of her avoided each other's gaze, pretending not to see.

Feng Mu faintly 'um'ed, stopped his movements, but pressed his chin against her nape, looking at her reddened earlobes.

"Having a good time shopping"

He took the blood jade from Meng Lan's hand, "Spent a million for this thing"

"Meng Lan sneered, "This was snatched from the hands of your precious fiancée. Compared to the price, I think it's more interesting to watch her get so jealous she's fuming."

"You're quite sharp-tongued!" Feng Mu bit her earlobe as if punishing her, "Do you need me to calculate how many tens of millions you scammed from me today How do you plan to compensate me"

Meng Lan's whole body was sensitive like an electric current, she looked at Feng Mu being so intimate with her, a little strange, why did he suddenly become like this

Such intimate contact should not happen to them!

She lowered her eyes, pushing him away with a coldness. “Being followed by so many bodyguards while shopping, and constantly being bothered by your precious fiancée… you find it enjoyable I certainly don’t!”

She wasn't expecting a reply, she just sat quietly on the other side, propping her chin up with her hand, looking out the window.

Feng Mu seemed to see her unwillingness, his long fingers pressing between the wrinkles on his forehead, “Such a difficult person!” He scolded in a low voice, and the carriage fell silent.

Meng Lan was too lazy to guess his thoughts. She lowered her head in the car and sent a text message to He Hanchuan, reminding him of the Dream Hotel scandal and apologizing. Fortunately, He Hanchuan managed to suppress it in time, the damage was not great.

Just as Meng Lan got out of the car and returned to the Feng family's residence, she saw a familiar black luxury car parked not far away. The car door was open, and Han Cheng walked out carrying a beautiful gift box.

“Xiaorui.” Just as spring arrived, he was wearing a long, brownish-yellow coat. He walked towards her with an elegant and graceful air.

"How did you get here" Menglan exclaimed.

"As I passed by the Eight Treasures Pavilion, I bought you a pastry that you loved when you were little. Here it is, warm for you, try it." Han Cheng smiled and handed her the gift box.

Dreamland was stunned, looking at the gift box, her heart filled with warmth.

Just as she was about to reach out and take it, she heard Feng Mu walk down from the car surrounded by bodyguards, grabbing the gift box before her. He sneered, “Ms. Han is so thoughtful, how did she know I've been craving pastries lately I'll take it for her!”

"Feng Mu, why are you making decisions for me And with so many bodyguards standing here, it's scaring my friends!" Meng Lan said angrily.

Feng Mu's face was also not looking good. His hawk-like eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Am I interrupting your good time Don't forget, you're standing on whose turf right now!"

"You..." Menglan was about to speak, but Han Cheng interrupted her with a good-natured smile. "Forget it, you two don't argue. I just delivered the pastries to Xiaorui. I have to go on a business trip tonight."

"Xiao Rui, take care of yourself." Han Cheng stepped forward, lifted his hand to gently caress her head, his eyes soft, "Wait for me to come back and bring you a gift."

He treated Feng Mu as a complete stranger, not even bothering to greet him before getting into the car and driving away.

Dream Lan watched his car drive out of sight, and suddenly remembered that the villa key hadn't been returned. However, it seemed that she could only wait for Han Cheng to come back from his business trip.

"Not reluctant" Feng Mu captured the emotions in her eyes, feeling a surge of displeasure. He even felt his slight affection for her vanish completely.

He sarcastically reminded, "When will you even lose the most basic sense of self-awareness"

"You're no longer the young mistress of Liu Corporation, the daughter of a murderer. With your current status, do you deserve them"

The daughter of a murderer...

Menglan was stung by his words, her eyes half-closed as she fought back the excitement in her heart, “CEO Feng is right, I am not worthy of anyone, so please… stay away from me!” After saying that, she walked closer to the Feng family.

At that very moment she turned her head, her eyes welled up with tears. She quickly lowered her gaze, shielding her sadness with the strands of hair that fell over her face.

She didn't feel too sad about anyone commenting on her background.

Only Feng Mu, each word pierced deep into her heart, shattering her pride completely!

Uncle Zhao had already prepared dinner and walked out of the kitchen, wiping his hands. “Miss, dinner is ready…”

"Uncle Zhao, I'm not hungry anymore." Menglan's voice trembled, and as soon as the words left her lips, tears streamed down her face. She hurried up the stairs.

In a short while, Feng Mu also pushed open the door and walked in, his whole body exuding a heavy sense of oppression.

Mr. Zhao hurriedly greeted him and took the suit jacket from his hand, "Mr. Feng, dinner is ready."

He tugged at his tie and gave a noncommittal 'hm' in response, inadvertently glancing up to the closed door of Menglan's room upstairs.

Uncle Zhao sighed, "Miss Meng looked like she'd been crying as soon as she got home. She even said she didn't want to eat. I have no idea what happened to her."

Have you cried

Feng Mu's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed. Had he been too harsh with his words just now

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