t her, her expression shifting from impassive to surprise, then to sympathy, guilt, and sadness, all within a few short seconds. She wanted to say something comforting to Xiang Wan, but she found that...John Yu-Hsuan almost sprayed champagne. "Damn!! Hey dog, you took advantage of me"

"Get lost!" He Hanchuan kicked him in disdain, smiling and teasing, "Be careful I close the door, let my wife bite you. Where's your cigarette You haven't smoked for so long, I'm almost suffocated."

"…" Zhong Yuxuan shrugged helplessly and reminded, "My wife is pregnant recently, and my stock has long been confiscated."

"...Coward!" He cursed.

"You're not so great either!" Zhong Yuxuan retorted, refusing to back down.

After a while of bickering, the two brothers-in-arms embraced each other's shoulders, drinking wine and chatting, with every sentence about their wives.

"Your wife was irritable during her pregnancy and couldn't stand the smell of smoke, right" He Hanchuan opened the conversation, asking excitedly.

"No." Zhong Yuxuan frowned. "Xiaoya has always been playful, but after pregnancy, she's become much quieter."

"Damn it!" He Hanchuan swallowed his red wine, rubbed his face with his palm, and said bitterly, "Wanwan's pregnancy reaction is particularly severe this time. She gets sick easily and has a bad temper. I have to wait on her hand and foot."

"You know The other day, my son, the first thing he said was: 'Hit daddy!' He must have learned that from his mother!"

"...Zhong Yuxuan was stunned for a few seconds, then immediately burst into laughter without giving any face."

Who would have imagined that these business titans, who once dominated the corporate world, now talk about their wives, children, and household matters ten times more than work

Although they were all complaining, their faces were filled with happiness.

Only Feng Mu didn't speak. He listened, feeling a strange pang of sadness and annoyance. "I said, you two, are you done Today's gathering is to drink with me, not for you to show off your affection!"

Zhong Yuxuan glanced at him with disdain, raised his hand, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Are you chicken If you like someone, go after them! Drinking alone won't solve anything."

Feng Mu shook his head helplessly, smiling wryly. “If I could really chase her back, it would be great, but... I’m afraid she wouldn’t forgive me.”

Let her go.

Ge Hanchuan's deep eyes looked at Feng Mu, feeling no sympathy at all. He sneered, "You reap what you sow. From the moment you, for the sake of the contract, personally pushed Menglan into a stranger's room, she could never forgive you."

“It’s a piercing insight, but Feng Mu felt pain that was unlike anything he’d ever known.”

He was too drained to respond, so he just kept pouring red wine into himself, trying to drown his sorrows. Soon enough, his face turned crimson, and his senses began to blur.

"Let her go, I can't... do anything." Feng Mu muttered incoherently, "I know her character better than anyone. If she leaves, there's no coming back..."

He didn't answer, instead he reached into his pocket for a cigarette case.

He held a cigarette between his lips, tilted his head, and lit it with a lighter. The smoke curled around him, revealing a handsome face that was breathtakingly alluring.

Actually, he understood Feng Mu's pain the most. He had also tried to let Wa Lan be free before, but he couldn't help but want to protect her.

If one makes a mistake, they must spend their whole life making amends. He did just that.

But Feng Mu's situation was obviously more difficult than his.

He looked at him, completely drunk. Perhaps it was pity that got the better of him, he took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of him, sending them to Menglan's WeChat: Mei Se Bar, booth number 121, come take him home.

He had done everything he needed to do. He put his phone in his pocket and ignored it.

A little past one in the morning, Menglan drove to the bar. She was wearing black casual clothes and a baseball cap to conceal the scars on her body.

Although she looked fine, her legs were still a little weak since she had just recovered from a serious illness. After walking a few steps, her back was already covered in sweat.

She walked into the bar, ignoring the bodyguards, and went straight to her designated booth according to the text message He Hanchuan had sent.

The booth was thick with the smell of alcohol. He didn't see He Hanchuan, but Zhong Yuxuan and Feng Mu were both drunk. Zhong Yuxuan was leaning against the back of the sofa with his eyes closed.

Menglan's footsteps faltered, her eyes scanning the surroundings —

Only then did he see Feng Mu sitting on the floor behind the sofa.

She strode over and stood before Feng Mu, her icy voice laced with sarcasm, "You're so childish."

Feng Mu's head hurt, he opened his eyes drowsily and when he saw Meng Lan appearing before him, a look of joy appeared on his face!

"You're here"

Meng Lan stood firm, coldly watching him, "He Hanchuan is my boss, and I cannot disobey his orders."

In other words, she came not for him.

Feng Mu didn't care at all, he hurriedly stood up from the ground, but a wave of alcohol suddenly surged into his mind, making him dizzy and sit back down on the ground.

Menglan's steps retreated, not willing to let him touch her at all.

Feng Mu looked at her distant movements, a wry smile tugging at his lips, "Are you afraid of me"

Meng Lan didn't speak, but Feng Mu tightened her hand and rubbed her palm with his rough fingertips. He sighed softly, "I know you're annoyed with me, so I can only come out for a drink. After I leave, will you eat properly"

His low and magnetic voice is unusually tender, effortlessly captivating the heart.

Dream Lan's eyes welled up, as if she had temporarily lost her hearing, unable to hear any music around her. All she could hear was her heart beating in a chaotic rhythm.

In an instant, all the grievances she had suffered during the day surged to her heart. She harshly pulled away from Feng Mu's hand and walked to the wine table, picking up a bottle of red wine.

Opened the lid.

Meng Lan Mian fell onto Feng Mu's head expressionlessly, the red wine 'dripping' all over him. His expensive white shirt was stained with red wine, sticking to him like kimchi.

Feng Mu's handsome face was sullen, for the first time, he was so embarrassed!

"Are you feeling any better" Menglan smashed the red wine bottle hard onto the floor, "Bang!" The loud noise drew the attention of several waiters.

In a short while, the place was packed with people, and cries of astonishment filled the air:

"My goodness, Mr. Feng... what's this"

"Where did this woman come from, is she crazy Dare she move a knife on the Tai Sui!"

"It's crazy! Get someone here, quickly drag this woman away!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a group of bodyguards were about to rush forward, but before they could get close to Meng Lan, they heard Feng Mu's icy voice suddenly cut through the air. "I'll see who dares to touch her"

The bodyguards immediately stopped in their tracks, their faces filled with surprise. Could this madwoman... not be here to harm Feng Mu

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