the end of the corridor.Her knee ached terribly, and her left leg, which had almost been broken by He Hanchuan before, throbbed with pain. But she didn't stop, running straight into the workroom.The...As he listened to her, Han Cheng turned his head and looked at her smiling face. He was slightly taken aback by her expression.

Dream Orchid... truly beautiful.

Even in a place like this, where beautiful women are always plentiful, Meng Lan's charm surpasses them all. Her allure seems to emanate from her very bones, making it difficult for any man to resist.

Only seeing Menglan like this, Han Cheng felt more sadness and heartache in his heart. Compared to her before, she was completely different.

What kind of hardships did she endure to become the way she is now

"Of course, after so long, we really should have a good drink." Han Cheng relaxed and raised his glass, clinking it with hers in the air.

Menglan maintained a faint smile on her face, but when she drank the stimulating liquor, her brows furrowed involuntarily.

My stomach feels like it's being burned by fire!

Although she hadn't eaten anything, she suddenly felt nauseous and dizzy.

"What's wrong" Seeing something was amiss, Han Cheng leaned closer to her. "Are you feeling unwell somewhere"

"It's fine." Menglan waved her hand at him, suppressing the urge to vomit, and put down her glass for now. "Excuse me, I'll be back in a moment."

As she spoke, she sprang up from the sofa as fast as she could, stumbling out of the private room. As soon as she pushed open the bathroom door, she propped herself up against the toilet and vomited.

It's too hard to bear.

She vomited until there was nothing left but stomach acid, and the wave of pain that swept over her suddenly spread throughout her limbs. Menglan had no strength left; she reached out and slammed the door shut with a 'bang,' then collapsed onto the cold floor, half-kneeling.

Given her current state, she is not suitable for public appearances.

She curled herself into a ball, took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, lit one between her fingers, and tremblingly held a lighter to it.

Bang!

The door was suddenly pushed open with force.

Menglan was unprepared for a moment and almost fell out entirely. Luckily, she reacted quickly and steadied herself by holding onto the sink.

You don't need to look, you just know it's Feng Mu who came.

"Menglan, you're becoming more and more disobedient. You didn't complete the tasks I assigned you and hid here" Feng Mu put one hand in his pocket, looking down at her with a condescending gaze, his eyes filled with indifference.

He reached out and yanked Menglan up, snatching her cigarette from her lips. "Snap out of it! That pathetic, self-deprecating act of yours is an insult to my eyes!"

...content to fall.

The words struck Menglan's heart like a blow. She lowered her head, using the strands of hair by her temples to hide the disappointment in her eyes.

No matter what she does for Feng Mu, she can't gain even a fraction of his favor.

Only by learning your lesson can you get him to let you go.

"Of course, I'm not as pure as Mr. Feng's fiancée. I'm just the owner of Meng Hui Society. You willingly came to me, if you don't like looking at me, just discard me." Meng Lan raised her slender fingers to touch her hair, her eyes filled with charm.

Feng Mu looked at her graceful swaying figure, a sudden surge of heat rising in his body. He quickly averted his gaze, a hint of restlessness flashing in his eyes.

Damn, his emotions shouldn't be fluctuating because of that woman, Menglan.

What does she think she is!

Thinking of this, Feng Mu vented all the anger in his heart onto Meng Lan. He reached out and tightly grasped her neck, letting out a cold snort, “You know that well enough, don’t forget Meng Lan, you’ll always owe me!”

Dream Orchid shivered all over, utterly powerless to resist under his shackles.

She was forced to look up, her gaze fixed on his cold eyes. A sudden weariness washed over her, “I never wanted to run away, I just don't feel well today and I need a break.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them so much she wished she could bite off her own tongue.

It seems she's really gone mad. Why would she say those things to Feng Mu Does she expect him to have any sympathy for her

As expected, Feng Mu chuckled as if he had heard a joke, looking at her with disdain and scoffed, "Don't try to play tricks on me, Meng Lan. Faking illness for a leave of absence is something only a child would do."

After all, Menglan isn't one to shy away from playing mind games. Here, she has no credibility!

Saying that, Feng Mu directly threw a document in front of Meng Lan's face, his tone cold and menacing, "Today, even if you die from illness, you have to find a way to get Han Cheng to sign this contract."

Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't lose control and send your brother to jail.

“...”

After Feng Mu coldly dropped his words, he walked out of the restroom.

Meng Lan was left alone, the papers sliding down her cheeks. She silently crouched down and picked up the documents, feeling no pain, only a slight tremble in her arm.

My heart plummeted into a hellish abyss, desolate and utterly barren.

But she couldn't back down, after all, in this world, her only relative was her younger brother.

After applying lipstick in the mirror, Menglan adjusted her state and walked back to the lounge.

At gatherings like this in a place like this, if you want to help a man close a deal, it's all about offering drinks and showering them with compliments.

All night long, Menglan used every excuse imaginable to get Han Cheng drunk, even bringing up past events and drinking with him. Her goal was to have him sign the contract before he sobered up.

Not only was Hak-sung completely sober, but Dream Orchid's health seemed to be failing, her face growing paler and paler.

Her stomach felt like it was being burned through, unbearably painful. Yet, she still picked up her wine glass, about to laugh and speak, when Han Cheng grabbed her wrist tightly.

He suddenly leaned closer to Meng Lan, his voice filled with concern, "Don't drink anymore. You're obviously feeling unwell yet you insist on pushing yourself. Was it him who forced you"

Meng Lan chuckled softly, saying nothing. Whether she was touched by the words or simply the influence of alcohol, tears welled up in her eyes.

Seeing her expression, Han Cheng already guessed what had happened. A flash of anger appeared on his face, and he was about to rush towards Feng Mu's direction, "Damn it, why is he treating you like this All this time, what truth does he even know He even dragged you into his anger."

Seeing this, Menglan's face changed drastically, "No..."

The moment she stood up, dizziness struck her suddenly. She tried to steady herself with the table, but her body gave way and she fell, sending a crash of wine bottles tumbling down.

As she was about to faint, her head buzzed incessantly and she heard the piercing screams of people around her.

In her hazy vision, she seemed to still see Feng Mu's outline. She wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but she actually saw him looking at her nervously.

Nerveous...

Will he be nervous

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