Chapter Seven Hundred and Forty-Two Because I Love You Very

。He knocks on the door. He, He Hanchuan, knocks on the door, and she pretends not to hear him. 。"Have you forgotten what I told you yesterday" He Hanchuan's cold voice echoed at the door. 。Xiang Wan...Come home with me...

Meng Lan felt as if she had been struck by electricity, a tingling sensation that was both numb and scorching.

She was pinned down by him, her slender yet powerful fingers clutching at his shirt collar. Her gaze met his burning eyes, and her breaths grew heavier.

Damn.

Isn't it already over

Why... why was her heart beating so fast

"Mommy~"

Just as she was still pondering, suddenly a low cry from Liu Niancheng came from the bedroom.

At the sound of his voice, Meng Lan was jolted awake, her mind gradually returning to consciousness.

She hurriedly reached out and pushed Feng Mu aside. She scrambled to put on her shoes, unable to speak clearly,

"I will take him back with sincerity, after all, he is still young and needs a better education. As for us... we can only go this far."

Her tone was serious, especially when she said the last sentence, emphasizing the syllables more.

After finishing her words, Meng Lan hurriedly stood up. Just as she was about to leave, unexpectedly, Feng Mu suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly.

The warmth from the man's fingertips, as if passing through the surface of her skin, seared into Menglan's heart, causing her body to tremble.

She stopped involuntarily.

"Xiaorui, because I love you very much, so... I respect your choice." He deliberately softened his voice, reminding her word by word.

But I won't give up, I'll still get closer to you, hoping you can also give me a chance. After all, Niancheng is still young, he needs a complete family.

Whenever anything concerned her son, Menglan's breath would hitch slightly, even the sound of her breathing becoming heavier.

I have to admit, Feng Mu was holding onto her weakness and wouldn't let go!

Dream Lan didn't say much. She directly broke free from Kai Feng Mu's arm and walked towards her son's bedroom.

She arrived at the door and purposely slowed her movements, carefully pushing it open. But she saw that her son was still fast asleep. It turned out he had only been talking in his sleep.

After finishing, Menglan finally felt relieved. She closed the door and returned to her room.

Just as she closed the door, she secretly glanced in Feng Mu's direction.

All I saw was him standing on the balcony, his fingertips tightly gripping a burning cigarette. The smoke swirled around him, adding to the already handsome face with an air of wickedness.

It seemed like he had a lot on his mind this time he came to Yuncheng. He seemed preoccupied, always restless as if he was remembering something important.

Unconsciously, a touch of worry crept into Menglan's heart. But after thinking about it, she dismissed the thoughts from her mind.

How Feng Mu is doing is his own business.

After all, they don't have any relationship now.

……

All night, Menglan didn't sleep well, tossing and turning in her dreams.

She dreamt that long, long ago, when they were still in school, one day the school organized a nature sketching trip. All the classmates were holding drawing boards and painting.

But she found the whole event incredibly boring. She chewed on her pencil, almost falling asleep.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, Feng Mu suddenly appeared in her line of sight. His back was broad and tall, even the ugly and fat school uniform he wore looked fashionable on him. He had a drawing board tucked under his arm and sat not far from her.

At once, Menglan perked up, wiped the drool from her mouth, and started to draw with a serious look.

The teacher had assigned the still life theme as "close to nature," but her brush seemed to have a mind of its own, unconsciously drawing the face of Feng Mu.

"Ah!" When Meng Lan saw the outline of Feng Mu's face on the canvas, she was startled. She quickly tore up the drawing paper when she saw no one noticed.

Even so, Menglan felt as if her secret thoughts had been exposed, and her face flushed for a while.

Back then, I was too young. I liked everyone but kept it hidden in my heart, afraid to say it out loud.

Finally, it was lunchtime. Students from each class formed teams to prepare dinner together. People brought different dishes: some snacks, some home-cooked meals made by nannies, and others fresh seafood they cooked themselves.

Only Meng Lan was an exception. When she took out a live roast chicken from her school bag, all the classmates gave her resentful looks.

Meng Lan smirked cheekily, "Since we're out in the wild, we should eat something close to nature..."

No one listened to her explanation. The class monitor stuffed a small bamboo basket into her hand and told her to go up the mountain to collect firewood.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Menglan couldn't refuse and could only silently climb up the mountain with her basket.

The mountain road was very steep, and there were not many people. It was very inconvenient to walk. Menglan's foot had just stepped into the mud pit, and it was very difficult to pull out.

To make matters worse, she had just gotten her footing when the sky suddenly darkened. A loud "boom" echoed through the air, and a fine drizzle began to fall.

"Oh!" Menglan didn't bring an umbrella and was drenched to the bone.

She slightly tilted her head back, looking at the gloomy sky, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "What bad luck!"

I never expected this, she didn't even manage to collect the firewood, and now it started raining. How is she supposed to go back home

Meng Lan could only sigh resignedly, and set off down the mountain in silence.

The mud, soaked by the rain, was especially moist. Her foot had just stepped onto it when her body swayed slightly; she couldn't keep her footing and slipped to the ground.

"Ouch—" she cried out.

Suddenly, a sharp pain spread throughout her limbs. Menglan raised her hand, and the palm of her hand was already cut, blood oozing out from the wound.

"Boom—"!

Another clap of thunder boomed, but the rain only intensified, showing no signs of stopping.

Meng Lan couldn't stand up at all. She was squatting on the ground, drenched to the bone like a drowned chicken. All she could do was hug her knees with both hands, her mouth pouted in grievance.

Just when she was at her wit's end, suddenly a tall shadow fell over her, blocking the torrential rain in front of her.

Meng Lan was stunned, she dazedly lifted her head, and directly bumped into Feng Mu's hawk-like gaze.

"Stupid!" Feng Mu held an umbrella in front of her, looking at her coldly.

Although he said it as if scolding himself, Meng Lan found it sweeter than ten thousand love confessions.

Meng Lan looked at him, as if seeing a glimmer of light in the darkness, her face beaming with a smile.

"You came, Feng Mu. I knew you wouldn't ignore me." She clutched Feng Mu's arm tightly, her nose running and tears streaming as she explained, "Sobbing, I was terrified. I thought I was going to die here just now. Luckily, you came..."

"You're too loud."

Feng Mu tightened his brow, "Shut up."

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