Chapter 685: Murdering a Pawn

st....But... this warmth, which was so stingy for her!After dinner, Menglan proactively asked to return to her ancestral home. She remembered that tomorrow was her mother's death anniversary.Although..."Enough!" Feng Mu roared in a low voice, his tone laced with impatience.

His lip line was tight, glaring at Old Master Feng, but his eyes flashed with an undeniable rage.

This was his first taste of the old master's selfishness.

Even now, I still haven't seen any remorse from him towards his son.

He was just sorry, he had mistakenly killed a pawn who would have been more obedient and more useful.

He is even more terrifying than a cold-blooded animal.

After forcing himself to gradually calm down, Feng Mu clenched his fist tightly.

He then coldly reminded him, "I almost forgot to tell you, I'll have people confiscate your ID and any other documents that prove your identity. Don't even think about driving private planes or any other means of transportation - you won't be able to leave this city without my permission!"

After coldly dropping his words, he no longer paid attention to Old Master Feng's terrified gaze. He turned and left.

Looking at his departing figure, Old Master Feng went mad, roaring hysterically.

"Feng Mu, you scoundrel! Don't forget that you are from the Feng family.

"I am your grandfather, are you going to betray your ancestors for that crazy woman"

Upon hearing his words, Feng Mu’s footsteps faltered slightly, and pain flashed across his eyes.

But he didn't stay long before he hardened his heart again, stopped caring, and walked out of the house.

Chen Yi was waiting for him at the door. When Feng Mu walked out, he hurriedly opened the car door and respectfully called out, "Mr. Feng, are you alright"

Feng Mu gave a faint "um" but his face was extremely ugly. After pushing open the car door, he sat in the back seat.

Bang!

Feng Mu shut the car door, and in an instant, the car interior turned as cold as ice.

Chen Yi quickly sat in the driver's seat and glanced at Feng Mu's face from the rearview mirror.

After some thought, I decided to take the opportunity to slip him a document.

"General Feng, this is what I've been keeping an eye on in the company as you asked. You guessed right, Old Master Feng has already started transferring his shares and some partnerships to Feng Xing."

Seeing Feng Mu take the file, Chen Yi could only carefully weigh his words.

"Well, with Old Master Feng backing him up, Xing has become quite arrogant lately."

"Just leave him be, let him have his way." Feng Mu responded in a low voice.

After speaking, he raised his hand and tightened his grip on his temples, a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

The current situation is that Feng Mu controls the lifeline of the entire Feng Group, and naturally keeps an eye on Feng Xing, his illegitimate son.

He was just a little sad.

Unless driven to desperation, who would willingly oppose their own biological grandfather

Looking at him, Chen Yi sighed and spoke again, breaking the silence.

"Mr. Feng, where are we going now"

Feng Mu lowered his eyes, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and estimated that Meng Lan should have woken up at this point. He then gave a faint order, “Go to Han Family Villa.”

"Yes." Chen Yi understood him very well and felt deeply sympathetic.

Feng Mu lost both his parents at an early age. Now that all the truth has been revealed, even the little bit of familial affection around him has been destroyed.

Now, the only one who can heal him is... Dream Orchid!

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The Han family

In the morning, Menglan had just woken up groggily. She slowly lifted her eyes, her vacant gaze scanning the room.

But suddenly realized, this was not in the hospital.

Where is she

Meng Lan rubbed her dizzy head, put on her slippers, and pushed open the door to go downstairs.

"Miss Meng," a maid respectfully bowed to her at the door.

Dream Orchid responded with a soft "Hmm," and before she could ask anything, the maid pointed towards the dining room. "Miss Dream, Mr. Han is waiting for you in the dining room."

"Okay, thank you," Meng Lan replied in a low voice.

Then, she strode into the restaurant.

Only seeing, Han Cheng was sitting on the chair eating breakfast. He wore a white shirt and was looking at the newspaper, his right hand holding a cup of warm milk.

The cuffs, glimmering faintly with silver.

"Awake" Han Cheng's expression softened when he saw Meng Lan approaching.

"Hmm." Menglan looked at him, and then at the sumptuous breakfast spread out on the table, her eyes full of surprise. "How did I end up here"

"Don't you remember"

"I...should I remember Wasn't I sleeping all day yesterday Did you carry me over here"

Menglan furrowed her brow, seeming deep in thought with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

When Han Cheng observed her expression, he realized she wasn't lying. His heart sank.

What's going on

Could it be that schizophrenia, in its manifestation, even erases the memories of the episode itself

Menglan looked at him in confusion, "What's wrong"

"It's alright," Han Cheng chuckled lightly, "You're doing well."

It was a good thing she didn't remember. Otherwise, recalling it would only worsen her depression.

He stood up, pulled out a chair for her, and said, "It was me who picked you up. I don't think it's good for you to stay in the hospital for too long. I just want you to come live here and relax."

Look, there are all your favorite breakfast foods on the table. Give them a try."

"Alright, thank you." Menglan didn't suspect anything too much, but as she just reached for the milk cup, something suddenly came to mind, causing her hand to tremble slightly.

Suddenly, the warm milk in the cup splashed onto the back of her hand.

Han Cheng hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe her clean, nervously looking at her.

"Xiao Rui, are you alright"

Mulan spoke again, "Feng Mu, does he know that I was brought here by you If he didn't allow it, please send me back to the hospital. Otherwise, if he finds out, you will be in trouble with me..."

Seeing her careful demeanor, Han Cheng's face tightened, and he felt a pang of sympathy.

"Rest assured, he won't dare take you away. This time I absolutely won't allow it, no one is allowed to take you away!"

Meng Lan's lips moved, as if trying to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

Inside my heart, it feels like a warm current is flowing.

"Han Zong, what a big mouth you have."

Just then, a low male voice suddenly sounded.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she turned to look, only to see Feng Mu dressed in a black suit. His tall figure was accentuated by the suit, and his whole body exuded a cold aura.

Behind him, Chen Yi followed closely, pushing a black leather suitcase with his hand.

Seeing his bearing, Han Cheng instinctively shielded Meng Lan behind him, curling his lips into a sneer.

"Mr. Feng, did you take the wrong turn If I remember correctly, the Feng family should turn right and it's still a distance from here."

"I'm here to be with my woman." Feng Mu's voice was domineering, but as he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Meng Lan.

Only when I saw Menglan's face had some color and her eyes were no longer so vacant, did I finally feel relieved.

"How are you" he stepped forward, slightly raising his hand as if to touch Menglan's shoulder.

Before I could even touch her, I saw her body shudder and a flicker of fear in her eyes.

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