Chapter 895: A Promise Is a Promise

ready at ease in such social situations. She held a glass of red wine with her slender fingers, smiled and raised it to the man, "Since you are Mr. Feng's friend, I have to toast you."Dream Lan's non...Meng Lan didn't speak, but Feng Mu saw the dejection in her eyes, a hint of helplessness flashing in his own.

No matter whether it's amnesia or not, Menglan's stubborn personality is exactly the same as five years ago!

"Since I said I'd take care of you, I won't break my promise." Feng Mu reminded in a deep voice, and then he took out a document from the bag beside him and handed it to Meng Lan.

"I had my assistant run a check, the deceased's name is Chen Dazhuang. Here is all the basic information about his family."

Meng Lan's eyes lit up suddenly. This time, she didn't hesitate and eagerly took the document from his hand, carefully flipping through it and reading.

Even in the office, she had already thought about it, she really needed this kind of document now.

But time was too rushed, she hadn't had time to investigate yet.

To her surprise, Feng Mu had already taken care of it for her.

Upon thinking of this, Menglan's heart felt a surge of emotion. She hurriedly spoke, "Thank you."

"Don't be so polite." Feng Mu's eyes softened, and he gently raised his hand to stroke her head. "As long as you're happy."

Meng Lan bit her lips tightly, the place he had touched was as if struck by electricity, bringing a tingling sensation.

She didn't say much, hurriedly lowering her head and continuing to look at the documents in her hands.

According to the data, Chen Dazhuang's family was poor, and all the labor capacity came from him. His family included a wife and a son who was in college.

Luckily, my son is very promising. He stood out from the crowd in our small county town with excellent grades and got into the best art school in Haicheng. He has become the hope of the whole family.

But art school has always been an expensive place, and tuition has long since exceeded what the Chen family could afford.

Perhaps it was to pay for his child's tuition that Chen Dazhuang dared to take on this job, but he never expected... he would die directly!

After reading this document, Menglan's mood became even more depressed. She reached out and touched her forehead.

My heart... it felt as if it were being wrung out like a cloth.

Unexpectedly, due to a factory mishap, this once happy family lost its anchor.

If it weren't for this accident, Chen Dajun would have been happily waiting for his son to graduate and for him to take care of him in his old age.

"Don't be sad." Feng Mu noticed her unusual emotions, tightly holding her hand and softly comforting, "The world is so big, all kinds of hardships are always unavoidable. You've only just experienced it."

Meng Lan pursed her lips.

She lowered her eyes and gazed at Feng Mu's warm palm, a sense of security blooming in her heart.

Yes.

With so many hardships happening in the world every day, can she possibly handle them all

But when these experiences happened before her eyes, she... still felt very uncomfortable.

……

They soon arrived at the crime scene.

A crowd of onlookers gathered at the entrance of the garment factory, each holding up their phones to capture the scene.

What's terrifying is that some people here not only lack respect for life, but they even treat it as a joke, broadcasting their actions live on the spot.

"Look everyone, there's someone jumping off a building here!"

"Bah, probably just another publicity stunt. They definitely won't actually jump off a building and commit suicide."

"Haha, you've been standing on the roof for over an hour and haven't done anything. If you have the guts, just jump!"

When she heard those voices, Meilan's heart seemed to clench into a tight ball. She hysterically growled, "Shut up, stop talking! Why do you have to pour salt on an already desperate person Why must you push someone to the brink of death!"

When he roared like that, the people around him realized something was wrong and stopped talking.

But those jeering voices were already like invisible hands, slowly pushing Chen Dazhuang's wife toward the cliff. Despair was etched on her face as she took hesitant steps forward.

"Death, is it that after death I can finally see my husband I don't want to live anymore..."

As she spoke, her body swayed back and forth, and stones from the ceiling rained down with a clatter.

At the sight of this, the audience members in attendance exclaimed in astonishment!

Seeing the situation, the police also showed urgency in their faces and spoke up, "This won't do. We need to rush to the rooftop and find the right opportunity to save her as soon as possible."

Saying that, they started walking towards the rooftop.

"I'll go too." Meng Lan didn't hesitate for a moment and was about to follow.

But just then, a police officer reached out to stop her, "Ma'am, this is the crime scene, you can't go up there."

Meng Lan then fished out her ID card from her pocket, "I'm the design director of the Xiang Shi Group. I have the final say in all matters concerning the garment factory."

"That's great, we were just waiting for you." The policeman's eyes lit up with excitement as he spoke, "I'll take you upstairs right now."

Feng Mu also had to keep up, the police instinctively wanted to stop him, but at this time he took out a business card from his pocket.

When they saw his true identity, the police officers' faces paled, and they stepped back to give him room.

They soon arrived on the rooftop.

Chen Dazhuang's wife had lost all hope, her body shaking back and forth as if she could fall at any moment. She kept repeating, "Husband, oh husband, what will you do with me and our son Just take me with you! That way we can have company even on the path to the underworld!"

Saying that, she spread her arms and was about to jump from the rooftop.

The police officers, seeing this, immediately tried to calm her down, saying, "Ma'am, please remain calm!"

"Let's communicate properly about whatever it is."

"Life is but a single thread. If it's truly gone, there's nothing left!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Chen Dahuang’s wife turned her head and glared at them, screaming hysterically, “You all know there’s only one life to live! What about my husband He’s gone from this world forever, he’s never coming back!”

The police continued to persuade her, "Madam, we understand how you feel, but a dead person cannot come back to life. Please calm down first, and let's discuss solutions together."

"Solution" Chen Dazhuang's wife said with a sneer, as if she had heard a joke, "Is it useful No one will care about us poor commoners!"

"How could this be" Just then, Menglan couldn't stand it anymore. She stepped forward and spoke in a low voice, reminding her, "Madam, please calm down first. I'm the director of Xiangshi Group. If you have any questions, you can come down and communicate with me."

Saying that, Menglan walked out from the crowd, taking step by step toward her, "Don't be hasty, and don't do anything foolish." 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...