Chapter 661: Mutual Torment

hday. There are over five hundred thousand yuan inside. It should be enough for you to spend for a while.” 。If you run out of money, just let me know and I'll give you some more. 。"No need 。"向晚 glance...Fortunately, the housekeeper promptly supported her and asked with concern, "Miss, what's wrong with you Would you like me to call a doctor for you"

Meng Lan gently shook her head, stood still for a while to rest, until her body felt slightly better, then she took steps and continued on her way.

The steward looked at Menglan's slender back, a pang of pain in his heart, and sighed heavily.

He watched Menglan go from struggling at first, to compromise, and now she was so hopeless that she wouldn't even say a word in protest.

He was really afraid that if this continued, Menglan would become depressed and then...commit suicide!

……

When Meng Lan arrived at her younger brother's ward, she realized that her mood wasn't as depressed.

Looking out the window, she saw her younger brother sitting in a rocking chair on the balcony, a blanket covering his legs, intently painting with a brush.

When she saw him, Meng Lan's expression gradually softened. She gently pushed open the door and walked in softly.

At this moment, Liu Liang was engrossed in his painting, completely oblivious to her arrival.

Meng Lan smiled and walked up behind him, raised her hand, and slapped him hard. "What are you drawing"

Liu Liang let out a cry of alarm and hurriedly covered the drawing board with his hand, blushing as he looked at her.

"Sis, how did you get here"

Meng Lan placed both hands on her shoulders, tilted her head to look at him, and chuckled softly.

“You're so focused when you draw. You're good at it! Now you even have secrets from your sister, huh Looks like you're growing up!”

"No...no!"

Liu Liang's cheeks flushed suddenly, he hurriedly put away the drawing board, and stammered,

"Sister, please don't make fun of me. The time isn't right yet. Wait a while and you'll be able to see the painting."

Meng Lan was stunned. She thought carefully, but couldn't figure out what big day it could be that would cause such a stir.

"Why is it after a while"

"Don't ask too much, you'll know when that day comes~" Liu Liang said nervously, hurriedly hiding the drawing board behind him, not letting her see it at all.

Menglan raised her hand and gently rubbed his hair, no longer being difficult, "I know, little rascal!"

She no longer mentioned the painting board. Seeing that her younger brother's mood had improved somewhat today, she pushed him around the backyard in her wheelchair.

The siblings chatted away, time flying by.

The weather turned cold in the evening, and Menglan gently pushed her younger brother back into the ward. Watching him sleep soundly, she felt relieved and left.

Walking into the back garden, Menglan couldn't help but slow her pace, looking down at her toes, her mind...kept circling around her younger brother's illness.

This can't go on forever, her younger brother's condition is constantly fluctuating and it's impossible to tell if he's getting better or worse. She needs to find time to talk to a doctor properly.

At that moment of deep contemplation, suddenly, the streetlamp ahead was abruptly enveloped by a towering black shadow!

Menglan's gaze fell upon a pair of gleaming, high-end leather shoes. Her eyes darkened.

It is Feng Mu.

For a moment, Menglan only felt that the air around her had grown much colder, and goosebumps appeared on her arms.

The night was very quiet. There were no people in the back garden, only the fountain of the artificial mountain flowed gently, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

No one spoke, and after a few minutes, Feng Mu walked towards her, clasped her hand tightly, and let out a soft sigh, "Tired"

After he spoke, his voice was filled with tenderness but held no blame whatsoever.

Meng Lan didn't hesitate at all. She abruptly pulled her hand away, her tone cold and distant, "This has nothing to do with you. Stay away from me."

Feng Mu looked at her stubborn appearance, he wanted to laugh, yet also wanted to cry... Heaven sees and pities, the unparalleled Feng Mu, also has such contradictory human emotions sometimes.

"Do you have to be so confrontational with me" He pressed Menglan's head against his shoulder, where she couldn't see, his palm clenching into a fist. "I'm doing this for your own good."

"For my own good"

Meng Lan let out a sarcastic laugh, each word razor-sharp. "Then I truly can't understand what you were doing, Feng Zong. Imprisoning me in the Feng family against my will, cutting off all my social connections, this is for my own good"

"This iron railing was custom-made for me. Is this your idea of good care How long do you intend to keep me imprisoned" Meng Lan raised her eyebrows playfully, a strange tightness in her chest.

"You don't need to understand right now." Feng Mu whispered softly in her ear, "I will set you free, but not...not yet!"

Meng Lan was almost driven mad by his anger. She didn't even think about what he meant, just stared at the disgust in his eyes and said, "Feng Mu, you are so hypocritical! If you have never let me go, then please don't ever speak to me again!"

Because there are no expectations, there will be no disappointment!

Unwilling to say more, Menglan turned and left, returning to her room and making sure to lock the door.

Silence fell upon the room, so profound that even a pin drop could be heard.

Meng Lan leaned against the door frame, her gaze falling on the iron bars outside the window. Her heart felt as if it had plummeted to the bottom of a valley; there wasn't a sliver of light to be seen.

She gently closed her eyes, concealing the hatred in them, a hint of bitterness lingering at the corner of her lips.

Fēngmù ah Fēngmù.

You're still so resolute about this.

Sever ... the last thread of affection we had left.

Best to make sure she doesn't have a chance to escape!

……

Since the iron bars were put up in her room, Menglan could barely sleep a wink. A heavy stone seemed to be lodged in her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Summer nights were sweltering. Menglan would drift into sleep only to wake up drenched in sweat, tossing and turning until the early hours of morning.

"Oh no, there's a fire!"

"Goodness, we have to run! Let's go upstairs and call Miss Meng!"

Menglan had just barely fallen asleep when she suddenly heard the terrified screams of the maids coming from outside her door.

Bang bang——

In a short while, there came a violent knocking at the door from outside. The maid shouted excitedly, "Miss Meng, come out quickly! There's a fire!"

Is there a fire

Meng Lan's heart suddenly tightened, and she abruptly opened her eyes, startling herself awake from bed.

She hurriedly walked to the window, her gaze following downwards. All she could see were the maids and bodyguards in the courtyard running back and forth, their screams echoing one after another.

How could this be…

Meng Lan was shocked. The Feng family's security team had been compromised. How could such an accident have happened

I don't know what the backyard looks like after being burned...

And don't forget Liangliang!

He was never very mobile to begin with, and now, who knows if he's even managed to escape…

Without a second thought, Menglan didn't even have time to put on her slippers. She quickly threw on a long coat and rushed out the door.

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