Chapter 585: Trust the Daughter of a Murderer?

d and knelt on the ground this time. 。"An'an, shut your mouth!" Old Master He roared with a menacing face, "I don't let you stop, you mustn't stop! Did you hear...cough...No" The bald man replied wit...You never believed me...

At the sound of her roar, Feng Mu's expression was slightly startled. His fingers tightened around her slender waist, and anger flashed in his eyes.

He stared at the complex pupils of the woman before him. Unwillingness, anger, and grievance were locked in them, fixated on him as if exerting invisible pressure. The more Feng Mu looked, the angrier he felt.

I even thought about gouging out her eyeballs.

She deserves nothing. Feng Mu and she locked eyes for a moment before he raised his slender fingers to caress her lips, sneering with disdain, "Trust The daughter of a murderer, why would I trust her"

His words turned Menglan's face pale. Throughout their history, Feng Mu might punish her or seek revenge through actions, but he had never directly called her "the daughter of a murderer." Menglan had heard such insults in whispers many times before, but it was coming from Feng Mu... He... couldn't!

"My dad isn't."

She gritted her teeth, defiantly refuting.

Hearing her suddenly harden her stance, Feng Mu was a little surprised. He looked down at her, "What did you say"

“I said, my father isn’t! The Liu Group has been doing charitable and righteous deeds for a hundred years. I don’t believe my father would do something like murder for profit!” Menglan seemed to have lost her rationality, emphasizing each syllable as she glared at him and growled fiercely.

She looked at Feng Mu's handsome face, which was gloomy. Her finger bones creaked as she clenched them, and suddenly, a sense of understanding arose in her heart.

But she didn't regret it.

These are truly her innermost thoughts, just ones she never dared to speak before.

"Cough cough~" As soon as the voice fell, Feng Mu reached out and tightly gripped her collar. The extreme force almost blocked Menglan's breath, she blushed and coughed heavily.

"Unrepentant." Feng Mu's voice was heavy, his eyes cold and filled with resentment. The even more turbulent emotions in his heart could only be transformed into action, tearing at her clothes with force.

Meng Lan's stomach churned violently, her insides twisting and turning with a sickening wave of nausea as she fought against the overwhelming feeling.

Even as she watched Feng Mu tear at her clothes, kissing her skin, she felt sick. Sick!

"Ugh~" He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of viscous fluid tinged with blood. The carriage was thick with the pungent stench of stale alcohol.

Feng Mu's movements froze, then he straightened his back. A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes as he swiftly removed the wet suit jacket that was sticking to vomit.

You are so dirty, your heart is dirty, and you are dirty too.

He said it ruthlessly.

"Why are you saying this to me!" Meng Lan's eyes were welling up with tears, she was utterly humiliated. She glared at him angrily and hissed, "Feng Mu, you are a tyrant! All these years, have you really produced any concrete evidence that can definitively prove my father committed those atrocities"

"Don't forget, Father Feng already had cancer. Maybe he just couldn't hold on any longer and conveniently blamed my father for it..."

Bang!

Before Meng Lan's words could finish, Feng Mu suddenly extended his fist, carrying a whistling, cold wind and slamming it toward her face. Meng Lan didn't dodge, closing her eyes in fear, but then she heard a loud bang, the fist missing her and smashing into the car seat behind her instead.

In an instant, the intense arguing in the carriage ceased, leaving only Feng Mu's heavy breaths as he suppressed his anger.

At that time, no matter the time of occurrence or the drugs involved, all the evidence pointed to the Liu Group.

Such a sensational event, even several police stations and courts are deliberating on Liu's father's crimes, but this woman doesn't show any remorse at all!

Menglan closed her eyes, placing both hands on her heart, feeling the 'thump-thump' beating almost as if it would burst from her chest.

She really said it… she actually said all the grievances she had held in for so many years.

In this brief moment, she felt a sense of ease that had eluded her for the past decade.

And the next second, Feng Mu tightly grasped her hair, leaned down with his strong chest, and whispered in her ear with a sinister warning, "Don't think that because you saw my brother once, you have the capital to confront me."

"Liu Xinarui, listen to me. I absolutely, will never let you go." The low voice, like jade ice falling into a dish, was both fierce and deep. He hummed softly, the inflection of his tone laced with sarcasm.

He was mocking, provoking her arrogance!

It seemed no matter how she struggled, how she argued, he wouldn't believe her, wouldn't investigate. He was saying to her: You will never escape being the daughter of a murderer!

Feng Mu pushed open the car door, with a 'bang', he turned and left without looking back.

"Ah ah… hmm… hum~ " Menglan's hopeless whimpers and low moans, she curled up into a ball, like a discarded doll.

After a while, she seemed to have come to terms with reality, but tears streamed down her face as she looked up. Suddenly, she burst into laughter, her eyes filled with too much grievance and unwillingness.

Why

Even if her father was a murderer who truly owed Feng Mu two lives, she had already experienced the destruction of her family and the loss of loved ones.

That year's events weren't her doing, why should she have to bear this pain alone!

Call her selfish, call her unfilial, she's tired, truly tired. The world is full of insults hurled at her, but she's human, a living person. Who has ever offered her a coat to shield her from the wind and rain

"Ugh—" The car door opened, and Feng Mu's assistant David sat in the driver's seat. He saw Meng Lan's pitiful appearance in the rearview mirror and felt a pang of sympathy. "Miss Meng, please take your seat. Mr. Feng specifically instructed me to send you to the hospital."

He emphasized the three words "Mr. Feng".

Momo sat silently in the back seat, her eyes filled with despair. There was no hint of emotion on her face, and a heavy silence hung in the air inside the car.

David sighed, unable to bear looking any longer. He had never seen anyone as lifeless as Dreamland. It was so despairing. He unconsciously drove very slowly and steadily.

He was truly afraid for Mr. Feng. At this rate, he was afraid that it wouldn't be long before Menglan was driven to death.

……

In the hospital, Wang Linggang had just finished a major surgery and was walking down the corridor in civilian clothes, happily chatting with his new girlfriend on his phone about where to go for dinner. Suddenly, his arm was grabbed tightly, and he was dragged backward.

"Ah ah, robbery!" Wang Ling was so scared that her soul flew away, but her mouth was covered by a fleshy palm, "Doctor Wang, don't struggle, I'm the CEO Feng's assistant. I came to you because I want you to help me with my illness."

Holy crap!

Wang Ling's face kept shifting between pale and white. He was puzzled, wondering if it was that unlucky wretch named Meng Lan again.

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