Chapter 550: Hate is Stronger Than Forgetfulness

including her phone, were missing. She had also disappeared in the area recently, and there were people who genuinely wanted to harm her...Thinking of how Ailing might be trapped in the enclosed car,...Right at that moment, Feng Mu saw the unfinished IV drip on her bedside table, the liquid dripping down steadily. Was she doing this on purpose!

In an instant, a chill swept across his eyes, covering his entire face with frost. He sneered, "Menglan, you're really despicable."

Meng Lan's heart ached, but she maintained a smile on her face. "Mr. Feng, don't you like me this way"

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Mu reached out and tightly embraced her waist. With a slight tug of his wheat-colored arm, he lifted her onto the balcony.

"Want to die I'll give you a ride!" Feng Mu's voice was laced with anger. He could torture Meng Lan endlessly, but he couldn't bear to see her desperately seeking death.

Damn, her life is her own!

Meng Lan's body suddenly turned cold. She looked down and realized that half of her body had already been outside the window.

That is to say, if Feng Mu relaxed even slightly, she would be utterly shattered!

But at this very moment, her reaction wasn't fear but relief. If she could let go like this, how wonderful it would be.

Meng Lan watched Feng Mu suddenly burst into laughter, tears glimmering in the corners of his eyes, but his charm remained undiminished. "Feng總, are you tired of other poses and want to try something more exciting I don't mind at all, just wondering if there might be reporters lurking downstairs."

Listening to her casual words, Feng Mu's eyes darkened, and he tightened his grip on her waist.

He didn't expect Meng Lan to be so fearless of death, which left him feeling like he'd punched a wad of cotton. His pride was hurt.

It seems that Menglan has been with him for so many years, even after suffering major setbacks, she has never heard her say a word of plea.

Well done!

"Death would be too easy for you." Feng Mu pulled her back from the window, his long fingers gripping her jaw with a warning in his voice. "You must live well, experience every hardship this world has to offer. None can be spared."

Meng Lan's surface was calm, but her face was as pale as paper.

"You better not have any other delusions. Once you're dead, I guarantee your brother will join you in the grave!" Feng Mu looked down at her with contempt, then walked to the bedside and pressed the call button.

Soon, a bunch of nurses rushed over and without saying a word, pressed Menglan onto the bed and redid her IV.

"You bastard!" Menglan's previously despairing face now erupted with agitation. She struggled against him, her voice trembling with panic, "What are you doing Don't threaten me with Liangliang again."

Feng Mu was sitting on the sofa not far from her, his legs crossed, playing with the ring on his finger, a powerful aura suddenly spread.

Hearing Menglan's furious voice, he casually lifted his hand to tap the back of his chair. Under the gold-rimmed spectacles, a pair of shrewd eyes gleamed.

Hmph.

Hate is always stronger than forgetting, Menglan. You don't deserve even a shred of my pity. Your life belongs to me!

The doctor gave Menglan a sedative. After struggling for not long, she fell silent and went to sleep. Feng Mu sat on the sofa drinking tea for a while before getting up and walking towards the bed.

When Menglan was in a coma, her brow was still furrowed, and a tear hung from the corner of her eye.

Seeing this, Feng Mu's heart seemed to skip a beat. He instinctively reached out and wiped the tears from her face. As his fingertips touched the wetness, he froze, staring at it in surprise.

Why would he wipe the tears for Menglan

Before he could think more, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He pulled it out and saw a text message from the housekeeper:

"Sir, I have finalized the cooperation agreement with the medical team abroad for Miss Menglan's brother as you requested last time. Shall we arrange their departure now"

After watching, Feng Mu's sword eyebrows furrowed tightly. Looking at Menglan who was sleeping on the sickbed, a touch of irritability surged in his chest, and his slender fingers unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt.

Damn it.

Feng Mu raised his fingertips and pressed heavily on the screen, "Let them wait first. No one is allowed to act rashly without my order."

The recent Menglan showed signs of suicide, the only thing that could give her hope was this, her only remaining younger brother.

He had to land a decisive blow, making Menglan completely give up on the idea of suicide!

……

When Menglan woke up again, it was already noon the next day. Because she hadn't eaten for so long, the doctor gave her a nutrient solution to sustain her life. She felt weak and limp all over, her lips were pale.

The person keeping her company was Zhao Auntie, the nanny Han Cheng had hired. After all, he had just returned to the country and still had a pile of work at the company that needed to be dealt with.

Auntie Zhao had prepared a rich and nutritious meal for her, but Menglan didn't have any appetite. All she could think about was Liangliang's life or death. The first thing she did after waking up was find her phone to call Feng Mu.

But only a 'dialling tone' came through, and no one ever answered.

Meng Lan's heart was pounding. Images of Feng Mu's warning to her before she fell asleep kept replaying in her mind. On instinct, she pulled the covers back and got out of bed.

"Miss Meng, the doctor said you shouldn't move around casually. If there's anything you want, just tell me." Zhao Yi reached out to stop her at this moment.

"I can't wait." Menglan's tone was firm. "If there are any dangers, I will take them on myself."

She had to know about her brother's safety. With Feng Mu's ruthless methods, anything was possible.

Aunt Zhao saw that her persuasion was ineffective, and was just about to go outside to find a doctor, when suddenly the door of the ward was pushed open. A beautiful woman with long hair flowing over her shoulders and wearing a brown coat stood at the door.

Menglan looked at her, her face gradually becoming grave as she clenched her fists tightly.

Wang Zhisan!

Well, well, look who it is!

Auntie Zhao was the first to react. She quickly stepped forward, "You're Miss Meng's friend, aren't you Please persuade her, you see how serious her injuries are, why would she still want to go out"

"Alright, I'll persuade her well. I'd like to have a few words with Miss Meng, would you mind going out for a bit" Wang Zhisan had a gentle smile on her face.

"This…" Aunt Zhao hesitated and looked at Menglan.

"I'm hungry, would you please buy me a bowl of porridge downstairs" Menglan reminded softly, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief, brimming with countless charms.

Even though her face was pale now, she absolutely refused to lose in terms of elegance compared to Wang Zhishan.

After Zhao Auntie left, Menglan turned over and half-lay back on the bed again. "I'm sorry, Ms. Wang, I'm weak and can't entertain you properly. Please feel free to sit wherever you like."

But she idly played with her manicure, clearly intentionally ignoring him, as if not wanting to entertain him.

She tolerates Feng Mu, but that doesn't mean she has to tolerate the women around him either.

And this Wang Zhisan, obviously has ill intentions!

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