Chapter 722 He Suddenly Wants to Leave

is, she put away her smile, “Don't try to play with words with me, your slick tongue is useless here.” 。Xiang Wan tightly pursed her lips, her nails digging deep into her palm. >> 。As Yao Shufen said...Upon hearing her words, Menglan was momentarily stunned.

Due to her status as the "hua jie," she still didn't resist, obediently handing the drawing up.

"The madame stretched out her hand, flipping through the files with a look of approval in her eyes. “Not bad, the design style is very much in line with current trends. Miss Meng, you are truly talented in this area.”

As she listened to him, Menglan's face gradually eased.

Thank you.

"Aunt, why do you always praise her!" Lisa said with a hint of annoyance, gently shaking her arm.

"Come on, you're all grown up, don't act like children anymore." Hua Jie shook her head helplessly, "You should learn from Xiaomeng more often when you have nothing to do."

“I…” Lisa choked back a sob, her fingers twisting tightly at the hem of her clothes.

She dared not utter another word, and could only raise her eyes to meet Menglan's gaze. In her eyes, there was a raging fire of anger, as if she wished to cut her into a thousand pieces.

Meng Lan felt a sense of helplessness and didn't want to provoke any enemies for herself. She wisely opened her mouth,

"Sister Hua, if Mr. Li doesn't have anything else, I'll go busy first."

"Go on." Hua Jie nodded at her lightly.

Mr. Li, seeing this, also stood up from the sofa and said with a smile, "Just in time, I have a small meeting here too, Xiaomeng, let's go out together."

Before Menglan could even process what was happening, she was pulled out the door by Mr. Li's arm.

Bang—

The door was slammed shut.

The office fell silent. Lisa could no longer maintain the smile on her face. She wriggled out of Hua Jie's arm and complained,

"Aunt, you clearly know that Dreamlan and I don't get along. Why did you just praise her design Isn't that slapping me in the face in public"

Hua Jie raised her eyes and glanced at her faintly, her voice slightly low,

"Do you really think I praised her design drawings simply out of appreciation for her work"

At her words, Lisa was taken aback. “Could it be… not”

"You silly girl, after all these years in the workforce, you haven't made any progress at all." Hua Jie sighed helplessly, raised her hand, and gently patted her forehead.

Lisa was taken aback, only then realizing that there was something else going on. She quickly hugged Hua Jie's arm and coquettishly said,

"Auntie, don't keep me in suspense, just tell me!"

The Hua Jie couldn't withstand her ink marks and helplessly raised her hands in surrender, "Alright, you little brat, I really can't do anything about you. The best way to deal with an enemy isn't to tear your face off, but to... use her!"

……

In the company corridor, Menglan was walking side by side with Li, the general manager. During the short distance, Li kept giving her instructions non-stop.

"Xiao Meng, the reason I let Lisa participate in this project isn't because I don't trust your abilities. It's to give you a little pressure."

"Even Lianhua Jie is involved in this project, which shows how important it is. Work hard, and I won't treat you poorly."

"Then, thank you, Mr. Li." Menglan apologized politely, her lips stiffly squeezing out a smile.

But deep down, I had already rejected it to the extreme.

What do you want to give a little pressure

This is just too much. Mr. Li simply wants to use this project to curry favor with Lisa first, and then climb up the ladder by connecting with Ms. Hua.

And Menglan had no voice and could only be manipulated by the company.

Thinking of this, Menglan felt weariness creeping in, but she couldn't change the situation. All she could do was to be more careful in her future actions.

……

When she got off work that evening, Menglan went to the supermarket and specially chose an old hen. She asked the supermarket staff to clean it before carrying it back home.

These days, she has been too busy with work to pay attention to her son's life.

Today, she planned to cook more delicious food to reward her son.

After returning home, Xiao Niancheng was playing in the sandpit in the yard, while Menglan was bustling around in the kitchen. She had prepared all the ingredients for the soup and was just about to put them in the pot.

Just then, Feng Mu unexpectedly walked into the kitchen at some point.

"Need my help" he murmured, but stepped into the kitchen first, tying an apron around his waist.

Mulan was stunned, looking at him, her eyes full of astonishment.

"When did you come"

"Just now, it was Niancheng who opened the door." Feng Mu calmly explained.

He walked to the stove with ease, turned on the tap, and began washing the vegetables.

Meng Lan subconsciously looked toward the yard, only to see Xiao Niancheng hiding behind the door panel, secretly poking out his head.

Upon seeing this, Menglan's heart felt both helpless and amused.

She shook her head, muttering with a hint of sentimentality, "Don't look at this smelly boy's apparent hostility towards you. After all, you're his father, and he really does look up to you."

"Mm." Feng Mu nodded, a pampered smile on his handsome face. "Stubborn temper, just like you. But even if he's stubborn, he's still my Feng Mu's son."

This made Menglan's heart sink, and her face darkened immediately.

Her fingers, which were clutching the lettuce leaves, paused for a moment, and then she flung one of the leaves at Feng Mu.

"Is your son so amazing He was born from my womb after ten months of pregnancy, and I raised him with great effort!"

After speaking, Menglan silently walked to the side holding a flowerpot.

Although I pretended to be fine on the surface, a knot of frustration always lingered in my heart.

For some reason, her heart felt uneasy when she learned that her son paid special attention to Feng Mu.

After much deliberation, it's just because I feel like my own son is about to be taken away.

"Rest assured." Feng Mu raised his hand and gently caressed her head, his voice soft. "Tomorrow I have to go back, but I won't take Niancheng away."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Meng Lan's eyes widened in surprise.

"So suddenly" She finally looked at Feng Mu, a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"Well, there are some things going on at the company that need me to go back and handle." Feng Mu explained in a low voice, his deep gaze fixed on her with a hint of worry, "Take good care of yourself and the child."

"Mmm." Menglan responded faintly.

Her chest felt inexplicably tight, she could only lower her head, not letting her expression reveal anything amiss.

For some reason, when she heard the news that Feng Mu was about to leave, she should have been happy.

But she just couldn't... muster any excitement at all!

After all, Feng Mu was leaving tomorrow, and Meng Lan didn't want to turn him away. So she remained silent and let him stay in the kitchen to help out.

Tonight, she also deliberately made several more dishes.

Even if one didn't consider their past relationship, Feng Mu is still the child's father and should at least send them off properly.

During the meal, the little boy also learned that he was about to leave. He lowered his head and ate from his rice bowl, looking listless.

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