after all"Yowan, Mr. Jiang is a guest, how can you speak to a guest like that!" the manager walked over, "Kneel down and apologize to Mr. Jiang!"向晚 looked down at the ground, motionless."I told you to...Hearing this question, Feng Mu was speechless. The palm hidden under his suit jacket clenched into a fist, his face turning ashen. He glared at He Hanchuan, whose every word seemed to hold a hidden meaning, as if seeing the scene of Meng Lan and Han Cheng rolling in bed, his heart felt suffocatingly blocked.

"Let's have a fight." he proposed coldly.

But this falling into He Hanchuan's ears, it was like Feng Muzheng shamelessly saying to him "Hit me," He propped his chin up, his eyes revealing disdain, "Cheap!"

"Zhong Yu Xuan, do you know any psychiatrists Get him to see a doctor and fix his brain."

John Yu-Hsuan was busy watching the commotion, scoffing with a laugh, and instructed the waiter to bring several cases of beer. "Alright, we're all brothers, let's have some fun but don't ruin the mood."

Feng Mu sat back down with a composed face. After all, their cooperation was deeply intertwined, so he had to give He Hanchuan some face.

But he had long since lost his desire to play. His mind couldn't help but recall the scene of Menglan and Hancheng hugging, and he couldn't help but wonder what they were doing, eating, or already in bed!

Tonight's Dream Orchid is truly dazzling, I wonder how many men are thinking about her

Feng Mu was sullenly drinking beer, he couldn't get drunk. With a 'bang', he put down the beer bottle and stood up again. As he left, he looked seriously at He Hanchuan,

"Greetings, dog. I am different from you."

"Whatever I claim as mine, even if I discard it, no one is allowed to covet it!"

He Sipped tea lightly from the table, raised an eyebrow, and spoke with a hint of sarcasm, "Love at its end is beyond one's control."

Love

Feng Mu was stunned, and let out a disdainful cold laugh.

He didn't understand what love was, nor did he have the same passionate feelings for Han Chuan. In the end, he almost sacrificed his career for it.

He only understood, letting others snatch away what originally belonged to him wouldn't be too stupid!

After Feng Mu left, the table felt empty. Zhong YuXuan put down his wine bottle listlessly and looked at He Hanchuan, "Just let him leave like that Aren't you worried he'll mess up your wife's gathering"

He stood there with an aloof and composed demeanor. He took off his suit jacket, shaking it vigorously to dispel the lingering scent of alcohol and smoke, before letting out a cold chuckle, "He can't come."

Feng Mu had just stepped out, giving the keys to the driver waiting at the door and instructing him to get the car from the garage. Standing in the cold wind outside, the dizziness after drinking rose up in his mind uncontrollably. He raised a finger to press against the irritability between his brows.

"Brother Feng, my goodness, how did you drink so much" At that moment, Wang Zishan walked out from the corner and timely supported Feng Mu.

"How did you get here" Feng Mu looked at her. Today, she was wearing a tight white V-neck dress that was both fresh and alluring.

But in his eyes, it did not stir the slightest ripple.

Wang Zhisan's face wore a look of grievance. "I... I originally planned to move back home today, but Grandpa suddenly came in the afternoon and said he was waiting for you to discuss work. I told him that you might be socializing, and he got angry, saying he absolutely had to see you."

"Mm." Feng Mu's face was extremely cold. He watched as the driver drove over and strode down the steps, "I'll go back to the Feng family first."

As soon as she finished speaking, a mischievous glint flashed in Wang Zhisan's eyes. She quickly followed his steps and hurriedly supported his arm, "Brother Feng, I'll go back with you. Besides, I haven't gotten all my luggage yet."

Feng Mu had had a bit too much to drink, and coupled with catching a chill, his head was also aching. He frowned, didn't say much, and let himself be helped into the car.

But as Wang Zhisan shut the car door, her eyes caught sight of a faint glimmer from a camera hidden in the corner...

After hastily wrapping up the interview, Menglan and Hancheng arrived at the backstage room and saw Xiangwan leaning against a corner of the table, laughing and chatting with a man in a blue suit.

Seeing them coming, A-wei waved at them, "Mengjie, Manager Han is here."

As Menglan approached, Yanan enthusiastically grabbed her wrist and pointed at the man, smiling as she introduced him, "Mengjie, you know this one, right He's a judge who was sitting in the audience just now. He said you are very talented and came up to say hello."

When Menglan called out the name, she felt it was a bit awkward. "You're the third"

"That's just a nickname industry insiders gave him," said A-wei with a light chuckle, "his real name is Zheng Xi."

That's a nice name.

Meng Lan reached out to him, just about to call his name, but he clasped her hand tightly. The young man's handsome face was adorned with a nonchalant smile. "Don't be so polite, just call me Lao San," he said. "Meng, the designer, I really like your design concept. Hopefully, we can collaborate sometime."

"Thank you," Menglan smiled, but she didn't like being too close to people. She lightly clasped his hand before withdrawing it with a cool detachment.

"It's getting late, I booked a small private room nearby. Let's all have a quick meal together. Also, some of my design department colleagues want to be introduced. Dream, you can come with us." Xiang Wan looked at the time on her wristwatch and reminded everyone.

When it came to time, Menglan suddenly remembered that she had escaped from the Feng family's clutches. She took out her phone and saw that it was past nine o'clock. Her breath caught in her throat!

Feng Mu should already know, right!

She was just about to decline Luocha's invitation when her phone suddenly lit up again. It was an anonymous text message. When she opened it, her face turned pale.

The photos, taken secretly at a pub, show Wang Zhi Shan helping Feng Mu into a car. She bends over, revealing her cleavage!

The lights were particularly dim, and the air was thick with ambiguity.

"Ding dong." Another text message followed closely, this time from Wang Zhi Shan's voice: Dream boss, hope you can be a little considerate tonight and give me and Brother Feng some private space, after all, we are about to get engaged!

Menglan lowered her head, her fingers gripping the phone so tightly they were turning white. Her heart ached like it was being twisted by a knife, tears welling up in her eyes with grief!

She has accepted the fact that Fong Mok and Wong Zhe Shan are engaged, and she is taking steps to avoid any misunderstandings or trouble!

Why is that

Why do you have to provoke her

"What's wrong" Han Cheng asked with concern, but just as he was about to lean closer to look at Meng Lan's phone, she quickly turned off the screen.

"It's nothing," she replied calmly, quickly composing herself and forcing a smile. "Aren't we going to have dinner Is there any wine My recent bout of gastroenteritis has recovered, and I really crave some alcohol now."

"Of course," Xiang Wan laughed, hugging her shoulders tighter and giving a wink to Han Cheng and Zheng Xi behind her, "Let's go have some fun."

Han Cheng's gaze was fixed on Meng Lan, naturally following her wherever she went. But Zheng Xi didn't know why, he, despite being in such a high position, had also agreed to Wan's invitation.

Menglan followed Xiang Wan at the front. When she opened the car door, her phone buzzed again with several messages from Feng Mu: “Where are you”

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