Chapter 625: Why Does the Heart Ache?

ankle" Xiang Yu anxiously lifted her skirt, checking her ankles. They weren't swollen, but there was a small cut.And those tiny cuts, compared to the crisscrossing scars on her legs, were nothing at...Feng Mu had never been judged like this before in his entire life!

Shame made his breath ragged, his eyes rolling like a storm, "I'm trying to have a civil conversation with you now, I think you should know better!"

Menglan's footsteps faltered, she turned to look at him, her eyes particularly cold.

Feng Mu looked at her, always feeling that ever since Liu Liang had woken up, Meng Lan had become different in some ways.

He couldn't tell what the change was, it just felt… This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

"All of a sudden, Meng Lan burst into laughter. The sound grew louder and louder, laced with a hint of sarcasm. "Speak politely General Feng's sudden generosity truly honors me!"

Feng Mu looked at her, his heart a bit in turmoil. His fingers lightly brushed against the delicate skin on her arm, trying to explain but unable to open his mouth.

Gradually, Mu Lan's eyes were filled with disgust. She suddenly broke free from his arm, "Feng Mu, I originally thought you were at least a gentleman, but now it seems that you are just a tyrant who arbitrarily commands and imprisons others at any time!"

"Do you know what you're talking about" Feng Mu's words were laced with gritted teeth, his eyes narrowed at her with a fierce and menacing glint.

He really wanted to strangle this sharp-tongued woman.

He originally wanted to have a sincere conversation and make amends, but she turned it into a self-incriminating session.

He also felt he was being absurd, not knowing why he would have so many emotions towards this woman who he had once despised intensely.

He knew the moment he saw Menglan's teardrop at the corner of her eye, his heart inexplicably fluttered with panic.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his voice carrying a hint of suppressed breath, "I'm giving you one last chance. Organize your thoughts."

"General Feng, you're truly a comedian. How can you laugh when you're imprisoned here, your brother's life hangs in the balance, and your father's wrongful conviction remains unsolved" Meng Lan said bitterly.

She looked at Feng Mu's eyes, so cold, even with hatred!

It is hate!

Could she hate herself to this extent

It doesn't matter, anyway there are countless people in the world who hate him for Fengmu. But why, when he saw that trace of pain in Menglan's eyes, would his heart inexplicably ache with her

Menglan turned and left, infuriating everyone.

The restaurant's lighting was warm, yet it couldn't penetrate even a sliver of warmth into Feng Mu's heart.

The half bowl of noodles on the table was still steaming, and he muttered in disdain, "Such a waste," before settling back into his seat to eat.

In the early morning, all the servants in the villa were fast asleep, and the night was as peaceful as ever.

Only Feng Mu, dining alone in the restaurant, was illuminated by the lights. His tall figure stretched long and thin in the shadows, carrying a hint of loneliness. He looked solitary, even pitiful, yet... it seemed like he had long grown accustomed to this solitude.

……

That night, Menglan slept restlessly, having fragmented dreams about many things from her childhood.

When she was seven years old, she had always been a pampered rich girl. When she learned that her mother was pregnant with a younger brother, she thought her love would be divided and threw a tantrum for an entire week.

The whole family blamed her, “This child is really clueless,” but only her father called her to the backyard for a heart-to-heart talk.

She still remembers the scene from that year, her father moved a small stool to sit under the acacia tree, and a large yellow dog was tied under the tree roots, running around them.

"I heard our little RuiRui was feeling wronged" Father, as always, sat with her on an equal footing. She nestled in his lap, holding a wooden comb adorned with small red beans, gently combing her hair while smiling softly, "Little crybaby, even if your mother and I have a younger brother, my love for you will only deepen. Because our RuiRui will grow up and protect her little brother too, how proud we'll be."

That year when she turned eighteen, her father threw the biggest and most luxurious birthday party in the entire city. All the elite from every industry and top-tier celebrities made an appearance, showering her with gifts, all to celebrate Liu Changming's beloved daughter coming of age!

After the banquet, she held the red bean comb and begged her father to comb her hair again. Her hair was already waist-length, thick and black.

His hands, which had once concocted world-shaking medications, now trembled slightly as he held a comb. He joked, "Our little Rourou has really grown up. I hear you have a crush on that scrawny boy from the Feng family Oh my, girls grow up so fast these days."

That year, when he turned nineteen, a medical accident occurred, causing the Liu Group to go bankrupt. His father aged decades overnight. When he was sentenced to prison, his hair had turned completely white and his once-straight back was hunched over like an old man.

When they last met, her father didn't say anything. He just held her hand, his voice choked with emotion.

"Ruirui, Dad walks upright and sits straight. I believe that one day justice will prevail. You take good care of your younger brother, you must...take good care of your younger brother!"

At that time, her heart was filled with hatred. She glared at her father and roared, "I hate you, Liu Changming! I hate you to death, do you know that Mom committed suicide, what are you going to use to make amends"

Yes.

The group went bankrupt, her mother passed away, and her younger brother had a congenital heart condition. All the pain and responsibility weighed on her shoulders when she was only nineteen years old.

She was panicking and speaking without thinking!

At that moment, his father was stunned into silence, his eyes filled with despair. He seemed to want to say something, but the police forcefully shoved him into the patrol car. He kept looking back, his eyes pleading.

Nineteen years ago, her father was an imposing figure in her eyes.

Only that time, he looked at her pleadingly, begging her, his look both pitiful... but also pathetic.

"Ah!" Menglan jolted awake from her dream, sitting up in bed, eyes wide and breathing growing heavy.

She stared blankly out the window, noticing that the sky was already bright. The window was half-open.

My head was a little dizzy, probably because I had caught a cold. I raised my hand to touch my back, and my pajamas were already soaked in sweat, sticking uncomfortably to me.

Meng Lan got out of bed, put on her slippers and walked to the bathroom. She took off her dirty clothes and took a shower. The water from the faucet splashed on her face. She slowly closed her eyes and reached out to smooth her hair.

In her dream, the image of her father being imprisoned lingered clearly in her mind.

Her face contorted in pain, she raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the cheek.

For so many years, she realized that she was truly not a dutiful daughter, blinded by all the truths of the past!

After taking a shower, Menglan went downstairs to the kitchen to make her younger brother his favorite corn and pork rib soup. She learned from Zhao Shu that he wasn't home, so she didn't leave him any soup.

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