Chapter 552 The Charm of a Good Man When Young

on Xiang Jianguo's person.After being hit in the back, Jian Guo felt a sharp pain, but his first reaction was to glance at Zhou Miao beside him. He felt embarrassed and angry."Are you alright" Yu Jin...Although she didn't have any gains today, at least she had a clear view of the situation now. Menglan must be eliminated.

If they allowed her to remain in the country, then Feng Mu wouldn't have severed ties with her, and her position as Madam Feng would be threatened!

After Wang Zhi Shan left, Meng Lan quickly grabbed her phone and called Feng Mu again several times, but the calls went straight to voicemail.

Dream Lan couldn't wait, she pulled off the pillow from her back, put on her slippers and got ready to go to the company to find him.

Feng Mu hated the Liu family so much, Liangliang definitely couldn't get any good results under his nose!

But her feet had just touched the ground when the hospital door was suddenly pushed open. Only to see Han Cheng carrying a thermos pot walked in, when he saw Meng Lan's actions, there was a slight surprise in his eyes.

"How come you're the only one left in the ward, where's Zhao Auntie" His voice was laced with anger.

"I let her go out first." Meng Lan supported her waist and, seeing him, her eyes were filled with hope. She hurriedly reminded him, "Han Cheng, did you drive here Could you please take me to Feng Shi Group"

Hearing her words, Han Cheng's handsome face darkened. He carried the thermos and walked into the ward, lifting her horizontally and putting her back on the bed.

Meng Lan exclaimed, looking up at him with worry in her eyes.

"Your illness has just barely turned around, and you're planning to run off Aren't you afraid of fainting halfway through your journey" Han Cheng pressed down on her shoulders, his powerful eyes fixed on her. "You can go anywhere I want, except the Feng Group."

"I..." Menglan originally wanted to argue, but seeing that Han Cheng was really not going to take her, the glimmer of hope in her heart gradually faded. She simply didn't bother to waste her breath.

Han Cheng watched her fall silent, thinking she was still lost in delusion. His palm clenched into a fist, gritting his teeth as he reminded her, "Meng Lan, don't let yourself sink any further. When we were younger, you circling around Feng Mu was fine, but now that he's so jealous of you, won't you reconsider"

Turn back

Meng Lan was deeply pierced by these two words, and suddenly, very lightly, she laughed.

Han Cheng's eyes were filled with unwillingness as he continued, "Think it through carefully. Don't be foolish. Look at Feng Mu, does he have even the slightest bit of concern for you Even when you fainted from fever, he just turned and left!"

Under the influence of strong emotions, he also became unrestrained in his words, and when Menglan heard this, her face instantly turned pale as she felt a pang of pain in her heart. Her frail body seemed fragile and vulnerable.

Han Cheng’s regret was so intense, he wished he could bite his tongue off. Before he could even gather his words, Meng Lan slowly raised her head and looked at him. Her eyes held a hint of difficulty. “Turn back Will Feng Mu let me go if I do”

Her voice was ethereal and light, lacking any fluctuation, yet one could still discern a hint of despair from within.

She did want to truly escape from Feng Mu's side, but... was it really possible

Looking at her, Han Cheng had a feeling that he was about to lose her. Panic gripped him. What had Meng Lan gone through to become so indifferent to life and death

"Let's not talk about that," Han Cheng forced a smile, opening the thermos and pouring the rice porridge into a bowl. "I bought it from the restaurant you loved when you were in school. After all these years, I don't know if your taste has changed. Try it."

Dream Orchid leaned her weary back against the headboard, stretching out her slender fingers to knead her nose bridge. Her heart felt like a vortex had been carved out of it, and countless emotions were swirling down at this very moment!

Han Cheng held the bowl of congee to her face, stirring the rice porridge gently with a small spoon to dissipate the heat, and fed it to her lips. “Don’t dwell on those unhappy things. If you really want to see Feng Mu, you have to eat and gain some strength so that I can take you there. Come, try it.”

Menglan turned her head and looked at Hancheng's careful movements, a warmth blooming in her heart. "Thank you, I can do it myself."

“Be good, lie down.” Hancheng’s tone was firm, but his eyes held a tenderness like a still lake. He patiently fed the rice porridge to Menglan’s mouth and then took out some tissues to wipe the corners of her lips.

Han Cheng was wearing a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up slightly to reveal his wheat-colored arms. Though he looked like a carefree rich young master, he was surprisingly adept at taking care of people.

Meng Lan looked at him, as if in a daze, she saw again the boy who always stood by her side during their student days, that unassuming boy. However, compared to his shyness back then, he now had a few more points of composure!

Seeing her stare at him, Han Cheng's handsome features were filled with tenderness. He reached out and gently rubbed her head, "Silly girl, you've never seen it before Looking at me for so long"

His actions caused Meng Lan to hesitate for a moment, subconsciously pulling back, but she also moved closer to Han Cheng. She smiled and replied, "It's just that I think you are so good at taking care of people. You didn't take care of little girls less when you were abroad, did you"

"Need anyone else You abused me back then, that was enough to hone my skills for a lifetime."

"I'm not convinced," Meng Lan retorted, "You were the one I took care of back then too, weren't you"

"Oh" Han Cheng pretended to ponder for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed, "I remember now! It was the time when I mistakenly put the indigo root as seasoning and added it into the instant noodles, wasn't it"

"Go away, don't be such a pain!" Meng Lan chuckled and patted his shoulder, but because of those words, her eyes were slightly dazed.

Now think about it carefully, when they were in school, Han Cheng did take care of her more. There was only one time that Han Cheng had a fever and was hospitalized. At that time, Han's parents were both on business trips abroad, and she took on the responsibility of taking care of Han Cheng!

She was so clueless back then, how could she possibly take care of someone She caused a lot of laughs. Not only did she steal all his snacks, but she even pushed the patient off the bed and shamelessly occupied it for days! When Han Cheng finally got discharged, she had gained several pounds!

Meng Lan sighed heavily, she purposely brought her face close to Han Cheng's, her slender finger gently tapping his nose, a sly smile on her lips, "Alas, young and unaware of the goodness of a warm male lead, you've mistakenly planted your youth in the wrong field."

She always managed to crack jokes that left Hancheng speechless, watching his handsome face flush red in an instant. He resembled the innocent and easily tempted boy from years ago. Menglan laughed until her sides ached.

The window was half-closed, sunlight slowly filtering in through the gap in the curtains. A gentle breeze set the wind chime tinkling, as if for a moment she was back in her student days, staring intently at Feng Mu's profile while leaning on her desk...

So many years have passed, time has moved on, things have changed, and people are no longer the same. Menglan treated all memories from that time as nightmares, refusing to remember them until Hancheng appeared, which opened the box she had hidden deep in her heart. She discovered that there was still so much beauty left behind.

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