Chapter 611: Why is He Imprisoning Me?

mson eyes, wanting to say something, but his throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, unable to utter a single word.After a moment, he pulled out a card and shoved it into her hand. He glared at...It was only when Meng Lan saw A-Wai's incoming call that she suddenly awoke.

Today is the day she walks the runway with her own creation.

Menglan wiped her tears and picked up the phone.

Only from Xiang Wan's side could you hear the unusually loud commotion, presumably she was on-site.

After a while, Hoshinova's voice slowly rose, "Hey, Mengmeng, I had a little problem here. The dresses you designed had some issues before they went on stage. It's too late to redo them now. Could you come take a look Maybe you can fix them"

"How could this be"

Before Menglan could say anything, Hoshino was urged by the organizers over there. She could only hastily end the conversation and pleaded, "Emergency rescue, Mengjie! I'll send you the address right now~"

“Hello—” Menglan was still hesitating when the phone line went dead.

Having no other choice, she turned around and pushed open the room door, only to see a bodyguard standing at the entrance.

"Miss Meng, Mr. Feng said that he wants you to reflect on your actions in your room tonight. Please cooperate with our work and stay put."

Upon hearing this, Meng Lan immediately grew agitated. Her usually placid face was now contorted with anger.

"What Why is he being so domineering Does that mean my little brother isn't even allowed to go tonight"

The bodyguard kept his face cold and silent, but Meilán had already understood his meaning.

This is simply outrageous!

Bang—

She slammed the door shut, her anger evident, pacing back and forth restlessly as she tried to figure out a solution.

Feng Mu's sudden decision to confine her was nothing more than an attempt to suppress her temper. This man, accustomed to holding the reins in everything he did, wanted to control even the slightest dissent.

Although this behavior is shameful.

This is Feng Mu, the notorious scumbag everyone knows!

Downstairs, a rumbling sound of a car starting came. Meng Lan hurriedly ran to the window and looked down. It was Feng Mu who had driven a Mercedes-Benz car away from the Feng family very quickly.

On seeing this, Menglan's heart secretly rejoiced.

As long as Feng Mu isn't home, it's easier to get rid of the others.

The front door is no use, we can't get out that way. This window though, it opens. And anyway, this is only the second floor, I wouldn't die falling out of here.

Meng Lan focused all her attention on the curtains. She tiptoed and removed them, using scissors to cut them into strips and tie them together. With one swift motion, she threw them all out the window.

Meng Lan found a black outfit and a baseball cap from the cabinet. After dressing up, she walked to the window, took a deep breath, stretched out her long legs, and half of her body was already out. She had decided to 'escape'!

She cannot allow herself to be oppressed by Feng Mu.

Be a bird kept in a cage.

When her feet were firmly planted on the ground and she breathed in the fresh air outside, she felt like she was reborn.

Meng Lan lowered her duck-billed cap and quickened her pace toward the door, but she inadvertently looked up and saw a dilapidated wooden box lying on top of the trash can.

She paused her steps, walked over and picked up the wooden box.

She opened it, looking at the photo of her and Feng Mu inside. A bitter feeling surfaced in her eyes.

Remember, this was still when they were in school. Feng Mu gave her tutoring and one day at noon while he was asleep, she secretly took a photo of him with a camera.

Every time she saw this photo, she would miss him.

But now, it fails to stir… a single ripple in her heart.

Is she truly tired, or has she truly stopped loving Feng Mu

Dreamland randomly picked a tree, took her small shovel and dug a hole at the base of the tree. She buried the wooden box inside.

After standing up, Menglan was even more certain of her desire to escape.

Whether she chooses to live in the Feng family or not, whether she chooses to resist or remain silent.

Her days will never be good anywhere.

Feng Mu, as well as Wang Zhi Shan and the group of people behind her, will only become more arrogant in their harassment towards her.

So she can't just sit back and wait, she has to take action.

At the very least, she must possess the ability to protect herself so that she can protect her brother.

……

Meng Lan walked out of the Feng family. She left in such a hurry that she forgot her car keys. She wanted to call a taxi, but this was a villa area and there weren't any taxis at all.

Having no other choice, she could only walk from here to the road.

But her frail body only made it halfway before being completely exhausted. The scorching sun beat down, and sweat trickled slowly down her back.

"Splash—" Menglan was resting with both hands on her knees.

Suddenly, a screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground reached her ears. She glanced over and saw a Lamborghini parked steadily beside her.

Meng Lan was startled, fearing that Feng Mu had come to arrest her in his car. She instinctively wanted to run away.

"Xinrui." Fortunately, the car window slowly rolled down just in time, revealing a kind face.

Meng Lan's footsteps came to a halt. Seeing that it was Han Cheng, she let out a sigh of relief, "What a coincidence! What are you doing here"

"I just purchased a new property here." Han Cheng got out of the car, perhaps because of his last sudden departure, there was a hint of awkwardness in his eyes.

He paused for a moment, then took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her. He still asked with concern, "Why are you running so fast Is something the matter"

Menglan nodded, "Hmm, I need to see someone urgently. Do you know where it's most convenient to hail a cab around here"

"I have nothing to do tonight, where are you going, I'll give you a ride."

Han Cheng hurriedly volunteered, and after a while, he seemed afraid of being rejected like last time.

After a slight pause, he carefully added, "Don't worry, this is a friendship gift. Xinrui, I apologize for not thinking things through last time."

But it seems like after all these years, we can't even be friends

"Of course not, you're right. We're still friends," Menglan smiled and pushed open the car door to get into the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt.

Han Cheng didn't do anything wrong, and he was truly being good to himself.

If possible, she also didn't want to lose such a sincere friend.

Of course, without causing him any trouble.

The address that Wange sent was not far from here. Menglan and Hancheng chatted idly, without mentioning Feng Mu during their brief conversation, each aware of the unspoken boundary.

Soon, they arrived at their destination.

A-wei was waiting at the door early. Today, she wore a black suit dress that outlined her slender waist. She had a briefcase tucked under her arm.

As soon as Menglan arrived, she hurried forward, her face unusually grave.

"Great, Meng Jie! You've finally arrived. We needed your help urgently. The next performance is ours, but our costumes are ruined."

Mulan was surprised, but she didn't say much. She just let Xiang Wan take her backstage to see what was going on.

As expected, she brought five different styles of clothing to the stage this time, primarily in pure white. She named it "Fiery Life" herself.

But now, every piece of clothing is covered in gold ink, severely damaged.

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