Chapter 575: Hug Your Legs When Necessary

ut her tears wouldn't come.She couldn't believe what she was hearing, and to deceive herself, she asked, "Doctor, you...what did you say""Hurry up." The doctor was too exhausted to say another word.向晚...He had never seen a woman drink like that before. She truly lived up to being He Hanchuan's wife. The couple were really a match made in heaven!

"Wanwan," Xiang Yu looked at her worriedly. Before he could say anything, he saw her cover her mouth and run straight into the restroom. After a while, she leaned against the toilet and vomited.

It's better to get the pain over with quickly than to drag it out.

But she drank way too hard, her stomach couldn't handle such a strong stimulation at all. She felt stomach acid surging up non-stop and wished she could just vomit up last night's dinner.

After Du Hua and her subordinates left, Yu hurriedly followed her to the restroom. He opened a bottle of water and offered it to her face, "Wanhua, are you alright"

His voice was filled with self-blame, “It’s all my fault, I’m such an idiot. I have no business acumen at all. I've gotten you to clean up this mess for me!” As he said this, he angrily slapped his cheeks several times.

A-Wan only felt comfortable after spitting out enough. She quickly grabbed A-Yu's arm, "Alright, if I beat you up too badly, your sister-in-law will come looking for me. It's better to go find some designers instead."

After cleaning up the mess in the office, A-Wan didn't rest. She called the remaining employees from the design department to the meeting room and negotiated the details with them. When it came to recommending designers, everyone fell silent.

After all, in the fashion design industry, most designers are commercialized. There are few truly talented ones left, and they have long been signed by big companies.

Finding a suitable designer is such a hassle!

After the meeting, it was well past 10 pm. A weariness painted across Huai's face, her hand reaching up to gently massage her temples and brows. She looked troubled, deeply worried.

Du Hua is not someone to be trifled with. If they fail to meet their sales targets, who knows how he might make things difficult for them.

Finding qualified talent is not easy.

At that moment, while thinking deeply, her phone on the table suddenly rang. Glancing at the screen, she saw a text message from He Hanchuan: "Meet at Meng Huishu at 7 pm tomorrow. I have several designer friends who can introduce you."

After reading the text message, Xiang Wan's eyes suddenly lit up, and a glimmer of hope sparked in her heart.

"Yes, sir!" She quickly typed away, thrilled. Great, He Hanchuan's friends must be really high-level people, right

Sometimes, a hug can be really necessary~

Just mentioning the Dream Maker, Hoshimachi Suisei's mind couldn't help but recall Menglan's face. If she could take on the role of lead designer for this competition, with her unique style, she would definitely be able to win the championship.

But... it's almost impossible!

……

After leaving the gala, Meng Lan originally planned to take a taxi back to Meng Hui Society. However, an ambulance was parked right at the door. The attending physician, accompanied by a nurse, directly pulled her onto the vehicle.

He bound her onto the car forcefully. After Wang Ling tested her body temperature with a thermometer, he looked at the reading and sighed, “Amazing, the last time I saw someone so reckless was when Xiang Wan was young.”

Menglan couldn't help but reach out and touch her forehead, coughing excitedly, her head spinning.

She is very tired.

So exhausted she didn't even feel like talking, wishing she could just sleep soundly through it all. But the thought of her brother in such danger kept her from finding any peace.

Wang Ling looked at the stockings on her leg, ripped into several large holes. He hurriedly ordered the nurse to turn on the air conditioning and draped a blanket over her.

Then, he took out his phone and sent a text message to Feng Mu, "The person has been received. Beast!"

"Roll." Such a smooth and profound word, too fitting for Feng Mu's personality.

Wang Ling put down his phone and looked through the car window at the customized license plate for Feng Mu parked under the street lamp in the distance. The bright headlights of the Mercedes-Benz remained on until the ambulance drove away, then he turned his car in the opposite direction.

Wang Ling was like he had discovered something interesting, the corner of his lips curled up with a hint of interest, and he took pictures with his phone 'click click'.

Everyone says Feng Mu is just a heartless smiling tiger, precisely because he doesn't love, so he won't hesitate to abandon anything.

But now it seems—

He seemed to have discovered Feng Mu's weakness, though he himself was completely unaware of it.

Back in the hospital, Menglan lay quietly on the bed, unconscious. She had a series of dreams one after another. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were heavy, and she failed several times.

The feeling of fear in her dreams repeatedly plunged her into its depths, as if countless ants were gnawing at her heart. She wanted to dispel it, but her hands somehow couldn't reach it.

"Ah!" Finally, she screamed in terror, jolting awake from her sleep.

Menglan sat up from the bed, gasping for breath and clutching her chest. A young nurse was changing her IV drip at the bedside table and smiled at her. "Miss Meng, you're awake."

"How long have I been asleep"

"Don't worry, it's only been two days. But during your sleep, your body temperature kept going up, and you were almost rushed to the emergency room several times." The little nurse shook her head helplessly. "But now you're fine."

It's been two days...

Meng Lan raised her hand to rub her temples, frowning, her gaze slightly dazed.

To her surprise, she had been asleep for such a long time.

"By the way, Miss Meng, your phone kept ringing while you were unconscious." The little nurse said, then picked up the phone on the bedside table and tossed it in front of her.

Meng Lan reached out to take it, opened her phone screen, and carefully looked at the message. It was from the staff of Meng Hui who had sent their greetings after hearing that she was sick. However, Feng Mu only sent her one text message.

Above it read: Wake me up.

Seeing this, Meng Lan's eyes lit up instantly. She hurriedly took out her phone to call Feng Mu and negotiated with him for a while.

Although he wasn't a good person, at least he was relatively honest. He sent an assistant to pick her up in the afternoon to see her brother.

After finishing the last IV bag, Meng Lan quickly took out her makeup bag and put some blush on her pale cheeks. After adding some color to her face, she went downstairs to wait for her assistant.

Half an hour later, the car that came to pick her up finally stopped steadily at the villa gate. It was a small European-style manor house surrounded by lush greenery and a grand environment.

Meng Lan stood at the doorway, looking at the Feng family home before her. Her eyes were moist, and a look of nostalgia welled up within them.

It's been a long time... since I was here.

The head of the Feng family was already waiting at the door, and when he saw her, he ran up anxiously, "Miss, it's been a long time, you... are you doing well recently"

The housekeeper looked at her several times, his voice choked with emotion. Meng Lan, hearing that long-forgotten address, felt a warmth blossom in her heart, tears glimmering in the corners of her eyes. "Zhao Shu, just call me Meng Lan. I'm not that young lady anymore."

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Please remember the website address for the first release of this book: . The mobile version reading URL is:, "How's it going""Not good." Feng Mu's voice was hoarse, he raised his broad palm and gently caressed his weary face.He lowered his eyes, "Want to go smoke one"Feng Mu nodded, stood up from the chair...