Meng Lan's body suddenly stiffened. Every inch of skin touched by his icy fingertips felt bone-chillingly cold. She frowned in disgust, pushing her body away.

Feng Mu felt her body's reaction, his handsome face darkened, and he immediately clenched her wrist from behind, a cold air pressure suddenly dropped!

His hawk-like eyes were fixed on Meng Lan's swan neck, noticing the slight slump of her shoulders, he smirked and directly determined her three sins.

"Even if it gives her an upset stomach, KTV won't hesitate to go out and seduce men.

Having tortured himself to the point of hospitalization, he didn't even wait until he was fully recovered before rushing off to meet with Han Cheng late at night.

You can't stand being alone, can you? You just can't wait to throw yourself at men, huh?”

Hearing Feng Mu's questioning words from behind, Meng Lan felt her sleepiness vanish completely. She slowly lowered her head, her hair falling forward, and raised a hand to gently rest it on her furrowed brow.

Feng Mu couldn't see her expression, but from behind he saw her shoulders shaking, gradually, with increasing amplitude.

Looking at her, Feng Mu had a moment of absentmindedness, "Why are you crying?"

She was the one who did something wrong, what right does she have to cry?!

Meng Lan remained silent, shaking her head. Feng Mu looked at her, his heart aching inexplicably. With a forceful grip on her wrist, he pulled her around, his eyes cold. "Speak up, are you going to play dumb again?"

Meng Lan was forced to turn around, burying her hair and covering most of her face. Her eyes, which were hidden beneath her palms, were filled with sarcasm, "I don't understand what you're saying, Mr. Feng."

She took a deep breath before lifting her head, casually tucking her hair behind her ears. Her face, pale from illness, was bare of any tears. Despite Feng Mu's unsightly complexion, she smiled softly.

"You overestimate yourself. Why would I cry for you?"

Why was she crying? Menglan's last shred of dignity, how could it possibly be so easily given away, allowing him to trample on it?

She barely twitched her lips, managing a smile that was uglier than crying, "I'm only laughing at myself."

What are you laughing at?

I laughed at myself for being so naive and foolish!

Though she didn't have a good expression, when she saw Feng Mu suddenly appear in the ward, her heart still fluttered with excitement as he approached. In that instant, she even thought that perhaps Feng Mu would care about her health, even if it was just... a little bit of concern for her.

"Menglan, it seems I've become too accustomed to you lately, making you bold enough to flirt with other men. Don't forget your place," Feng Mu said, his dangerous eyes narrowed.

For some reason, looking at her expression, Feng Mu's heart felt unusually restless.

It was just an apology; she could have resolved it like always with a little bit of coquetry, so why was she being so stubborn?

Menglan has been too naughty lately, giving her a sense of things slipping away, like sand clutched tightly in her palm, gradually escaping her control!

Not until she heard Feng Mu's words did Meng Lan completely lose heart, reaching the ultimate point of disappointment. She thought to herself, maybe she was really ill, delirious—

Who is he? It's Feng Mu, how could Feng Mu possibly care about himself?

"Mr. Feng, this sentence I think should be sent to you. Don't forget your own identity." She looked at Feng Mu indifferently, "You are now a man with a fiancee, and you are about to get engaged soon. Entangling me... what is this?"

What the heck!

What is the meaning of their ambiguous relationship?!

Feng Mu's handsome face was extremely gloomy, his finger bones creaking as he squeezed them, his voice icy cold, "Are you talking to me?"

Meng Lan looked at him, feeling a surge of emotions. She knew better than anyone that Feng Mu's mood was terrible right now. She should have kept her mouth shut, but she had never felt like this before, wanting to argue with him so much.

It seems you still haven't grasped the facts. Let me make them clear for you.

Fengzong is getting engaged soon and will be marrying another woman. He will also have a family in the future. At that time, reporters from thousands of households will be watching your happy family to take pictures secretly.

At that time, are you also planning on secretly making a date with me in private?

Never before had the facts been so clear, so plainly laid bare between them.

Or perhaps, all these years they've been pretending. Feng Mu has been putting on a show of being clever, the clever ones forgetting, while she pretends to be naive and foolishly avoids reality!

Meng Lan's sad lip curl was almost provocative, "What am I to you now, Feng? An assistant? A mistress? Or your lover?"

"Shut up." Feng Mu coldly rebuked, his handsome face grim.

What kind of relationship was it? Perhaps, having grown accustomed to her eagerness and devotion, he had never truly considered the question.

He had never thought about losing.

Isn't it because people are not afraid of loss that they become so reckless?!

"General Feng, what are you afraid of again? Although Menglan is a woman from the red light district, I am not like General Feng, so selfish and self-serving. Ask yourself, what does your heart really want?"

She raised her hand and pounded on her heart a few times, her voice raspy with despair, "You want everything, fear losing it all, imprisoning it, watching your prey struggle beneath your grasp, that's what fills you with pleasure, isn't it? You monster!"

"Shut up!" Feng Mu roared angrily. He was like a lion whose fur stood on end in fury, enraged and ready to pounce.

"Cough cough~"
Menglan was pushed heavily onto the bedside table.

The force was too strong, she barely had any power to resist, and even the teacups on the table were all knocked over with a 'crash'.

Feng Mu's towering and muscular frame leaned down slightly, his long fingers gripping her jaw tightly, his eyes cold and staring at her.

"Liu Xinru, Liu Xinru, who gave you the courage to accuse me like this?"

Menglan's face was flushed red, her chin almost pulled off, but she still glared at him with cold eyes, fixated on his complex expression. A wicked thought popped into her mind: finally, she wasn't the only one trapped in this maze.

Feng Mu, if this love has already become hell.

Then I've had enough alone. Keep me company... let's go to hell together!

"For over twenty years, no one could see through your disguise, Mo Fu. But... I can." She suddenly curled her lips and let out a mocking laugh.

Those hurtful words, as well as her strange smile, turned Feng Mu's face pale.

He had been in the business world for so many years, calculating too many people, and possessing the ability to control other people's destinies. Every step he took was measured and never off target.

Only the appearance of Meng Lan was the only uncontrollable thing in his life.

Feng Mu's fingers slowly glided over Meng Lan's snowy neck, his fingers suddenly tightened, with just a slight force, he could kill her.

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