Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-Second: She Had Once Called

ercent of what she owed in taxes.And so-called philanthropy is just her way of evading taxes. She colluded with the orphanage director for decades.For a time, Yao Shufen was like a rat crossing the st..."Speaking of which, she rushed towards the yellow-haired man and others frantically, begging, "I beg you, let Dream Sister go! I'll do anything for her, drink until I get drunk, even crawl into your pants..."

Upon hearing this, Meng Lan's nose tingled, and a warmth spread through her heart. She hadn't expected that in this dream mansion, someone would truly worry about her safety, even if she was just a spy Feng Mu had sent in.

"Ugh." Huang Mao scratched his ears.

Immediately, subordinates rushed forward and slapped Xiaomi hard across the face, snarling, "Shut your mouth! How much is your dignity worth!" Xiaomi was instantly left with a red and swollen cheek, tilting her head as tears streamed down her face.

"Don't bully others." Menglan's face changed suddenly, anger flashing in her eyes.

"Yo, Boss Meng, why don't you take care of yourself first!" The yellow-haired man sneered, pressing down on her head and forcing her to kneel at his knees. He looked down at her condescendingly, "Come on, crawl. I can't wait to see you begging me. Hurry up, or your subordinates will suffer again~ "

Menglan was pressed down, her head bowed, her teeth clenched so tightly that she trembled. Yet, she could feel the growing number of people around her holding their phones, waiting to take surreptitious pictures, and the strange jeers directed at her...

"I said, boss, isn't the punishment for this woman too light How about we strip her naked That would be more interesting,". If I remember correctly, it was Xiao Hu who came up with the idea. He and Gao Daming were best friends who skipped class together to play video games during high school, sharing the same instant noodles at internet cafes.

"Haha, that's too cruel!"

"Damn, this woman only lost her dignity, but the big boss has his whole leg ruined!" These inflammatory taunts were almost all familiar to Menglan. They were all classmates who used to fawn over her and be her good friends back in high school.

But now, they have all become enemies who stab each other and wound her heart.

A crowd pushed and shoved, no one knew who had poured the beer on her head. The cold, sticky liquid drenched her hair, instantly making her clothes look like wrinkled kimchi. The pungent smell of alcohol made her stomach churn in pain.

Her embarrassment, besides Xiaomi, no one felt sorry for her. The deafening laughter in her ears was truly shocking!

She's like a dog.

Just kneeling and begging, kneeling down to be the laughingstock of these people, wagging your tail, who knows if you'll even receive a crumb of their charity.

Meng Lan knelt on the cold floor, and for a moment, she seemed to hear her younger brother's weak voice calling out to her, "Sister, you are Liu Xinrui, not Meng Lan!"

"Sister, don't endure these hardships for me anymore."

"You don't need to bow down to Feng Mu, or anyone else!"

Her younger brother's voice was like a tranquilizer. Listening to the sarcastic jeers in the private room, Menglan clenched her fists tightly, took a deep breath, and slowly stood up from where she was.

She stared blankly at the ugly faces before her, silently clenching the beer bottle on the table. She grabbed a nearby woman's hair and smashed the beer bottle down!

Bang!

The beer bottle shattered on the ground, its contents spilling out in white foam and covering the floor.

"..."

Seeing that woman's head covered in blood, Menglan felt a sense of relief she hadn't felt in years. It was wonderful.

The laughter beside her vanished, everyone was stunned into silence, even the insults against her ceased.

She felt like a normal person in this moment, able to hold her head high with pride, living earnestly and openly under these dazzling spotlights.

"Ahhh, blood! You damn b*tch, you dare hit me!" The woman who was suddenly beaten covered her head wound, stomped her feet and screamed, and was about to tear at Menglan.

Before she even got to Dream Lan, Liu Xin Rui had slowly raised half a broken beer bottle, her eyes bloodshot with the gleam of a predator. She smirked, "Even if the Liu Corporation goes bankrupt and I'm no longer Liu Xin Rui, you lot have all once called me, 'Miss Liu,' with respect and dedication."

As soon as she spoke, the woman's face turned pale with fright, and she took several steps backward.

Not only her, but also the yellow-haired man in the private room, the scar-faced man and all the students watching the commotion lowered their heads, speechless, and secretly sighed in their hearts: Damn, this... Liu Xinrui is alive.

She should be like this, proud, arrogant, living a life of her own accord.

No one has the right to trample on her dignity... Live!

While Menglan remained expressionless, she opened the lids of all the beers and wines on the table. Just the smell of the pungent alcohol made her want to vomit, but she couldn't help it.

The video of her being insulted and slapped in the private room by them was all filmed by this group of people. If it was posted online, then Liu Group's only remaining dignity would be ruined by her hands. And what about her brother——

She firmly believed that her younger brother would recover healthily and live like a normal person. She couldn't let her own blemishes affect his future life.

She can give up her dignity, but her brother cannot.

Meng Lan directly drank an entire bottle of red wine, pouring it straight into her stomach. Because she drank too violently, her stomach churned and she vomited involuntarily!

The stench of vomit filled the room, and the faces around her contorted in disgust. Menglan felt weak and nauseous, barely able to keep her footing as she propped herself up on the table.

She looked at the pile of liquor and wanted to vomit, but she just hesitated for a few seconds before picking up the bottle again.

But this time, she seemed to have made up her mind. She clutched the bottle of wine tightly and turned to look at Xiaomi.

Tears glimmered at the corner of her eyes, a playful smirk on her lips. She smiled, as alluring and enchanting as ever, yet laced with an air of profound despair. "I don't have any other requests," she said softly. "If I truly die here, please tell Mr. Feng one thing—"

She hesitated, "Let my brother go."

Let me go, my brother...

This was her only wish, the one she had nurtured for over twenty years of Menglan's life.

Some people say that Menglan is very cunning, she can manipulate all the men except Fengmu. But in Xiaomi's view, Menglan is very simple, even a bit naive.

Otherwise, when life reaches its final end, why not want money or a house It's as if her mission in coming to this world was to experience these hardships and then depart lightly...

"No, Mengjie!" Qingqing cried so hard she could barely speak. She knew she couldn't stop her, and once again took out her phone to look at the page that had sent a message to Feng Mu but received no response. She trembled with anxiety as she dialed his number.

Beep beep —

Before long, the phone was answered, and the other end sounded like a bustling marketplace. Feng Mu, as if squeezed in a crowd, casually responded with, "What's up"

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