just as she said, no matter how capable she is, she's not a witch. It's impossible for her to control Xiang Wan's mind and make her act so ambiguously with Jiang Qi Feng...Yua… Yua!He Hanchuan glared,...When Meng Lan picked up the last bill, she accidentally floated onto Feng Mu's shoe. Her hand hung in mid-air, just about to fall heavily.

Suddenly, Feng Mu pulled her up from the ground, his arm tightly encircling her waist as he held her against the sink. His nimble fingers expertly unzipped the zipper of her skirt.

"Meng Lan's consciousness cleared, and she grabbed onto Feng Mu's hand. Her entire being seemed to come back to life. Her ethereal eyes were tinged with shame. "Must you humiliate me at this moment"

Feng Mu stared at her intently, as if looking at a toy. His long fingers caressed the shallow scar at the corner of her eyes, "Beg me, and I'll let you go."

His voice, however, pierced Menglan's heart like a needle, the place he had touched burning hot like a brand.

She bit her lip, struggling internally, but Feng Mu's big hand held onto her shirt and forcefully tore it open, the buttons clattering to the floor.

The sudden chill caused Menglan's body to shrink, and her face turned pale. "No... at least not here, there are reporters..."

When the reporter was mentioned, Feng Mu's expression wavered slightly. He tightened his grip on her arm and dragged her towards the corridor. They took the elevator upstairs to a VIP room on the top floor.

Feng Mu is a shareholder of this hotel and has permanent use rights. Meng Lan often meets with him here in private.

Pushing open the door, Feng Mu didn't wait for Meng Lan's plea. He directly pushed her onto the bed and really started to torment her to death. She struggled for a while before she was defeated!

Having gone through so many relationships with Feng Mu, this time she was particularly pained. Meng Lan, who usually took the initiative to please him, today acted like a puppet on a string, tilting her head up slightly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Feng Mu struggled for a while, then felt utterly drained. Looking at the tears on her face, a flash of shock appeared in his eyes. He tentatively raised his hand to touch her cheek with suspicion.

Until he touched the tears, Feng Mu's breath caught. She was really crying

I'd rather cry than say a word of apology to him!

A hint of cruelty flashed in Feng Mu's eyes. He felt he shouldn't have let this woman off easily. He tore off all her clothes, and the moment his touch landed on her delicate skin, he was consumed by desire.

This time, Meng Lan's strength was weak. After being tossed around for a while, she fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Mu rushed into the bathroom and took a shower. The dripping sound of water made him even more upset. He wrapped himself in a white bathrobe around his thin waist, revealing his tanned and muscular back, and walked to the balcony.

He took off his glasses, and his handsome face instantly turned cold and intimidating. His bony fingers gripped a cigarette, puffing out smoke as he stared coldly at the brightly lit lighthouse in the distance.

He considered himself no saint, having a countless number of lives on his hands. He always wore a polite smile on his face, but his heart was as cold as ice.

He had always been fearless of death and failure. This seemingly emotionless person suddenly discovered that he was afraid of losing Menglan.

It's not necessarily fear, but rather the unwillingness to lose something. For example, you have a toy you play with every day, and it has become so familiar that it feels like a part of your life. Suddenly, someone else takes it away, even if you don't really care about it anymore, there's still a sense of resentment inside.

At that moment, Menglan's phone on the bedside table went off with several **S notification chimes. As if possessed, Fengmu crushed the half-smoked cigarette at his fingertips into the ashtray and walked to the bed.

He picked up his phone and lit up the screen. Menglan's lockscreen was his birthday, and after unlocking it, he saw a message:

"Mr. Meng, I'm so sorry. The woman I arranged for you was stopped on the road. I contacted a club girl to accompany Mr. Wang Bo temporarily."

"How are you Are you alright"

"Lan Jie, please call me back. Should I bring people to save you now"

After reading the text message, Feng Mu raised his head in astonishment. The fluorescence cast upon his face made him look pale, and his long fingers clutched the phone tightly.

So, is all of this just a conspiracy planned by Menglan

But now, the woman being secretly photographed serving Wang Bo is not her

"No... Don't, Feng Mu!" At that moment, Meng Lan, who was lying on the bed, anxiously clenched the bed sheet and screamed in terror.

Feng Mu was a little absent-minded, but when he heard her calling his name, he subconsciously moved closer to her.

In her restless dream, Menglan perspired heavily on her forehead. Her brows were tightly furrowed and she muttered incoherently, "Let me go, please...let me go..."

Let me go...

Feng Mu looked at her delicate little face, which had thinned a whole circle. Tears were sliding down the corner of her eyes, giving her a pitiful look. His heart was inexplicably tugged and his expression faltered slightly.

"Just want to run away" he murmured softly, looking at Menglan's pitiful appearance. He couldn't tell what he felt, but it wasn't pleasant. His amber eyes also showed a hint of sympathy.

But in the blink of an eye, his mind flashed back to the night before his mother hanged herself. She had sat in the room, clutching his hand tightly, her eyes filled with remorse. "It was Liu Group that killed your father," she had whispered. "Don't forgive them, never!"

It was precisely because of that unforgiving statement that he tormented Menglan for so many years.

In an instant, the strange look in Feng Mu's eyes was swept away. He wiped the tears from Menglan's eye corners with a forceful grip, and warned harshly, "But you have no right to escape, Liu Xinrui. For the rest of your life, you will never have this chance."

Feng Mu stood up and was about to leave when Meng Lan behind him coughed heavily a few times, waking up from his sleep. He looked around in a daze before finally regaining his senses.

"Wait a minute." Watching Feng Mu's leaving figure, Meng Lan hurriedly ran barefoot to the sofa and took out a crumpled contract from her bag and handed it to him, her eyes firm, "I've completed what you wanted, I hope you can also keep your promise and let me see my younger brother."

Looking at the contract in her hand, Feng Mu's face was grim, wishing he could strangle her right away.

He's a real person standing right here, yet he's worth less than a contract!

Feng Mu took the contract, his face gloomy as he carefully put on his suit. He turned around and slammed the door shut.

Meng Lan gazed at his departing figure, let out a breath of relief, and dragged her weary body to the restroom.

At the washstand, Menglan washed her face and looked up again. She stared at the disheveled hair and haggard complexion reflected in the mirror. Her slender fingers curled slightly, gripping so hard that the knuckles turned white!

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