Chapter Seven Hundred and Seven: We're Just in a Busine

d at him and then turned to Xiang Wan, "Xiang Wan, tell me yourself, do you like these shoes""…… 向晚， "like"."Aunt Liu's eyebrows were practically flying off her face. "See Wanwan said she likes him!""...In the evening, after Menglan had put her son to sleep, she went back to her study. She lit a dim yellow lamp and focused on the design drawings in front of her.

I got so engrossed that I lost track of time.

Not until the wee hours of the morning did Menglan finish her first draft. After carefully checking it, she finally broke into a satisfied smile.

There shouldn't be any problems.

After tidying up her desk, Menglan sat down in the chair, rubbing her aching shoulders. Her eyelids were heavy with fatigue.

Just then, a rustling sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind the curtains.

Although not heavy, Menglan could hear very clearly.

As soon as she sensed something amiss, Menglan suddenly opened her eyes. Her heart pounded, and her breath quickened.

Although living in the countryside outside Yun City, there would occasionally be mice or stray cats coming to the door at night. However, this commotion was clearly emanating from humans.

Noticing something amiss, Meng Lan suddenly felt a shiver down her spine.

She unconsciously stood up, picked up the iron rod hidden behind the door, and slowly walked towards the curtain.

Standing some distance away, she took a deep breath and gathered her courage before pulling back the curtains.

Immediately, she raised the iron rod in her hand.

Look closely.

Behind the curtain, there was no one!

Seeing this, Menglan couldn't help but be startled. She thought to herself: What's going on I just heard a voice a moment ago. Could it be that because of my work stress, I'm having hallucinations

Though I had my suspicions, I didn't think much of it. I dropped the iron rod and went back to my room to sleep.

She's been really sensitive lately, it seems like she really needs more sleep.

Menglan was really tired, she fell asleep as soon as she touched her pillow.

She never expected that on the balcony stood a tall figure, facing away from the mountaintop where the wind howled. His head was bathed in starlight, his suit pants and shirt rustling in the breeze.

The man, watching Menglan sleep soundly, quietly pushed open the door and walked into the room.

He walked to the bed, his knees slightly bent, kneeling half on the floor. He gently tucked the blanket around her.

After doing all this, the man didn't leave. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching her. His usually cold and emotionless eyes were now rippling with tenderness.

With a slight raise of his hand, the rough fingertips gently caressed the woman's cheek, as if touching a priceless treasure.

Only at this time.

Only then did he dare to look at her openly and without any hesitation.

……

The next day, Meng Lan, despite setting an alarm clock, overslept. She finally managed to send Liu Niancheng to kindergarten.

Kamelan was unlucky, running into rush hour. Her car got stuck in the traffic jam and she couldn't get out.

Seeing that she was about to be late, Menglan could only resignedly dial Mr. Li's number.

"Hey, Xiaomeng, I was just looking for you." Li Zong's voice was gentle as the phone was quickly answered.

After listening, Menglan carefully instructed,

"Mr. Li, I'm stuck in traffic and will probably be half an hour late today. Just letting you know, you can deduct it from my salary...

"

“I’m not worried about anything else, this small county is just prone to traffic jams. Just take your time, don't worry, you are a hero in our company right now, I won’t deduct your salary!” Mr. Li said understandingly, but his words were too obvious in their flattery.

Menglan pursed her lips.

"By the way, Xiaomeng, where are you stuck now"

As she listened, Menglan looked around, her gaze fixed on the signboard atop the towering skyscraper in front of them. She opened her mouth to explain,

I am currently at the World Trade Center.

"That's a coincidence, General Feng is staying at the Mia Hotel in the World Trade Center. Since you're not far away, why don't you go there personally and hand him the design drawings You could also have breakfast with him." Li suggested indirectly.

Hearing his words, Menglan's fingers gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly.

She went to the hotel to look for Feng Mu

What does this even mean

"Mr. Li, I'm afraid this might not be appropriate. For any work matters, we can always discuss them at the company," she hesitated before speaking.

But Mr. Li suddenly emphasized his words, interrupting her with a heavy voice, "What's inappropriate about this, Xiaomeng Just treat General Feng as a cooperation investor and accompany him well. Don't put so much psychological pressure on yourself, just focus on finishing this project first."

"By the way, Mr. Feng is in Presidential Suite 502. Remember, don't cause any trouble with him."

After that, Mr. Li didn't give her a chance to reply, "click" and he hung up the phone.

Menglan gripped the steering wheel, her gaze fixed on the vehicles gradually dispersing ahead of her, a flicker of struggle in her eyes.

But she didn't consider for long before driving the car toward the hotel.

Mr. Li is right.

She treated Feng Mu as her own investor, getting along with him that way.

Besides, five years later, there wouldn't be so many complicated relationships between them, and she wouldn't need to be on guard all the time.

Let's get this collaboration project first.

……

Thinking about this, Menglan felt much lighter in her heart. She drove the car to a nearby breakfast shop, which was known for its delicious food. She bought breakfast according to Fengmu's previous preferences and then rushed to the hotel.

Standing at the door, she raised her hand and lightly knocked on the door.

"Bang bang—"

No one responded.

Meng Lan's brow furrowed, just about to knock a second time, when she heard a creak and the door swung open.

Only to see, Feng Mu stood shirtless, his muscles bulging and impressive, holding a towel in his hand, wiping his wet hair.

Looking at this scene, Menglan's face flushed red, and she exclaimed, "Ah!"

"Rogue, you... how come you're not wearing any clothes" she chided, turning away from him silently and facing the opposite direction.

Hearing Menglan's words, Feng Mu chuckled helplessly, "This is my home. You broke in uninvited and now you're blaming me What logic is that"

"I..." Menglan tried to speak, but found herself speechless.

"You...don't say those useless things first, just put on your clothes quickly."

Feng Mu looked at her, his hawk-like eyes filled with tenderness.

He walked back into the room, changed back into his white shirt and suit pants, picked up the expensive watch from the coffee table, fastened the strap, and uttered softly,

Come in.

Only then did Menglan calm down upon hearing his words.

She always remained vigilant, shifting her body over forty degrees and spreading her fingers wide as she secretly cast a glance.

And when she saw Feng Mu truly dressed, her heart finally settled.

Feng Mu saw all her actions, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up slightly, "Don't worry, I haven't been so thirsty that I would do anything to you in public."

"You dare!" Menglan retorted angrily.

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