Chapter 595: You, Today, Are Not Well-Behaved

r my superior or employer. I shouldn't make any demands on President He..." He Hanchuan glanced at Wan Xiang once, his gaze lingering on her chapped lips for a moment before he retracted it and in...Uncle Zhao's voice choked with emotion, emphasizing the last sentence intentionally.

Although cruel, it is nonetheless the truth.

She must find a way to see her younger brother, because it's very likely that this will be the last... time they meet.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Lan quickly changed her clothes and grabbed her car keys, ready to leave. The nurse just happened to be about to deliver her medicine and, seeing this, hurriedly called out, "Hey, Miss, where are you going"

Meng Lan didn't have time to answer, she directly pressed the elevator button and went to the underground parking garage. After getting in the car, her fingers gripping the steering wheel trembled slightly, her forehead pressed against it, and she let out a low roar from her chest, on the verge of collapse.

If she wants to see her younger brother, she has to go to Feng Mu and ask him to show mercy.

But yesterday they just had a disagreement, she was so righteous and fearless, directly contradicting Feng Mu.

She had finally gotten her words out, letting all the anger escape. Yet, now, with a single move, he'd sent her right back to square one.

Meng Lan's lips twitched in resignation, a sense of desolation washing over her. Suddenly, she felt like heaven was playing a cruel joke on her.

Even if she had a thousand and one unwilling thoughts in her heart, for the sake of her younger brother, she could only step on the engine and drive the car towards Feng's Group.

……

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Mr. Feng has already gone out to meet with a business partner. Please come back. Hey You can't just barge into Mr. Feng's office..." As soon as she arrived at Feng Corporation, the secretary followed closely behind her, desperately trying to stop her.

But Menglan didn't care, she directly took the elevator upstairs and walked towards the office. "I have an urgent matter, I must see President Feng today. If he is unwilling to come out to meet me, then I will just wait here!"

Her tone was quite stubborn. Just as the secretary was getting anxious, she suddenly saw Feng Mu walking over with a foreign business partner, deep in conversation about work. They were heading straight towards them.

The secretary's face changed drastically, trying to pull Meng Lan back, but it was too late. Meng Lan had already rushed forward, urgently grasping Feng Mu's arm, "I have something to tell you."

Feng Mu's eyes, framed by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, held a distinct displeasure.

She gave him a quick glance and, being as frugal with words as possible, reminded him, "I'm working."

"I can't wait, if you really refuse to see me, then please ask the Feng family's bodyguard to let me see my younger brother. He's sick, he's...dying." Meng Lan was so anxious that her voice trembled, her eyes were wet, and she stamped her feet.

A flicker of surprise crossed Feng Mu's eyes, but it was gone in a few seconds, so fast it was almost imperceptible. He immediately recovered his composure, ignoring her completely, and continued acting as if nothing had happened, chatting with a foreign colleague about work in English.

Looking at his reaction, Menglan's whole body turned ice cold. She gritted her teeth and continued to follow him.

"Feng Mu, you promised I could see my younger brother whenever I wanted. You can't go back on your word!"

"That was under the condition that you were obedient." Feng Mu reminded coldly, standing at the elevator entrance, he extended his fair finger and pressed the numbers on top, his sinister gaze sweeping over her, "But now, you're very disobedient."

... naughty...

He stressed the last few words deliberately.

Mulan stood by the window, feeling a cold wind whistling down her collar, making her shiver.

Her younger brother was on the brink of death, yet Feng Mu could stand here, calmly and mockingly.

Does he have a heart

Oh no, he's Feng Mu, a cold-blooded and ruthless hypocrite.

How can there be a heart

Coming to the company to find him was a wrong decision. I'd rather fight with Pao and his bodyguards at Feng's place than stand here begging him!

The elevator door slowly opened. Feng Mu first conversed with the foreigner in English, leading him into the elevator. The foreigner couldn't understand English and looked curiously at Meng Lan, only smiling in response.

Meng Lan's steps were unusually heavy. In the elevator, Feng Mu pressed the close door button and looked at her with cold eyes, disdainfully curling his lips, "Is this your attitude when asking for help"

Upon hearing this, Menglan raised her red eyes, a hint of surprise in them. She realized what he meant and took steps into the elevator, following Feng Mu downstairs.

She disregarded the opinions of others in the company lobby and ran after him, "Let me just see my brother for a moment, as long as I know he's safe."

"Allow me to show you." Feng Mu relaxed his grip.

But before Meilan could be too happy, she saw his thin lips press down viciously, a cold reminder, "But don't forget, I'm a businessman, not a philanthropist. I never do business at a loss."

His words were sharp and domineering, just like the man himself!

Meng Lan's face changed, she wished she could snatch the bucket of water from the cleaning lady and drench him right then and there. So selfish, so shameless!

It was he who imprisoned his younger brother, and now he has the audacity to make demands of me!

At this moment, a black Maybach roared up to the company entrance. Feng Mu sent the foreign guests into the car first, with one hand in his suit pocket and the other fiddling with his phone, but his words were clear: "Three, two..."

The last number hadn't even fallen yet, Menglan instinctively grasped his arm, conceding as she reminded him, "Fine, just let me see my brother, and I'll agree to any condition you ask."

"I... I promised you, alright!" She couldn't hold back her overwhelming emotions, nearly screaming hysterically at him.

Eyes were moist, and the hoarse voice carried a slight tremor. It was heartbreaking to listen to.

And Feng Mu coldly glanced at her, then got into the car, "Yes." His voice was devoid of any emotion, but if Ruò Menglan observed carefully, she could see that his usual calm and handsome face was now furrowed.

After he left, Menglan's fingers clutched at her collar tightly, her eyes filled with unbearable bitterness.

She had finally managed to fight for a sliver of dignity from Feng Mu...

In that instant, everything was shattered. She knew, with absolute certainty, that Feng Mu would never let her go. Who was he He was the Satan of hell itself.

How could Satan possibly have compassion

……

Meng Lan drove to the Feng family's residence. Without the bodyguard's obstruction, she entered the courtyard smoothly. Uncle Zhao was waiting for her at the door. Upon seeing her, he hurried to greet her.

"Miss, you've finally arrived."

“How is my brother… doing” she asked in a voice laced with tension.

Looking at the sterile white walls of the hallway and inhaling the antiseptic scent, Menglan's feet felt like lead. She couldn't move them no matter how hard she tried.

"Miss, you needn't worry. Young Master just caught a cold, but he's been rescued now." Zhao Shu happily explained to her.

"Really"

"Yes, you must be frightened. The doctor is giving the young master further examination inside. He should be out in a while. Please have a seat and rest for a bit."

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