Chapter 664: Who Could Harm Him?

times in quick succession.>-After He Hanchuan left home, he didn't go to the He Group, but drove to his aunt's house instead.When he arrived, there was already a circle of people in the living room, b...Feng Mu looked at the massive formation in front of him, his eyes gradually deepening, a trace of faint bitterness in his heart.

Since losing his parents, he had regarded Old Master as his closest family member and never dared to disobey him.

Every step, he is my destiny.

But to the old master, he was more like a pawn.

"I accepted the punishment, from now on, can you let go of Menglan" Feng Mu's eyes were cold, in places others couldn't notice, he secretly clenched his fists.

"You've made up your mind." Old Master Feng clutched his cane tightly, his face flushed with anger. "To accept the punishment of the Feng family's power, to face nine deaths!"

Feng Mu tightly pursed his thin lips, kneeling on the floor with his handsome face gloomy. Without any hesitation, he spoke,

"Get your hands dirty."

He emphasized each syllable, his tone brooking no dissent, more like a declaration of war against Old Master Feng.

The bodyguards froze, looking at Old Master Feng in confusion.

Their original intention was to scare Feng Mu, forcing him to expel Menglan from the Feng family. However, they never expected that he would go to such lengths for a woman.

"Good, good!" Old Master Feng hooked his lips and sneered sarcastically, "Since you enjoy showing off, I'll fulfill your wish. Make your move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bodyguards behind him no longer held back. They raised their wooden staffs high and smashed them down onto Feng Mu's back.

"Bang!"

Only a muffled thud was heard before Feng Mu was struck to the ground, his face changing drastically!

His body leaned forward, his hands gripping the ground tightly. Sweat streamed down his forehead from the pain. He raised his eyes and looked at Old Master Feng with unwavering determination.

"Let her go."

Let her go……

Elder Feng's eyes narrowed dangerously, his breathing growing heavy, anger flaring in their depths.

He always felt that Feng Mu, his grandson, was the most beloved and resembled him the most. But now it seems that this indecisive nature is not like him at all.

The only similar point is perhaps the stubbornness of both grandfather and grandson, equally strong!

Once something is decided, it's absolutely unwavering!

……

Night is deep

With the birthday celebrations over, the maids tidied up the mess in the living room and then went back to their rooms to rest.

It was past eleven-thirty at night, yet Menglan couldn't feel the slightest bit sleepy. She stood by the window, a warm woolen coat draped over her shoulders, gazing out at the city lights.

When his gaze fell upon the iron bars, his eyes lost their focus.

These days of confinement, who knows when they will end... Thinking of this, Menglan's throat felt choked with a lump of frustration. She raised her hand and pounded hard on her chest, as if that would dispel the feeling of uneasiness.

Reached the extreme!

"Screech!" The tires squealed against the ground as a Mercedes-Benz drove into the yard below. The car door opened and Chen Yi stepped out first.

Then, he opened the rear car door and helped Feng Mu out.

He could only see that Feng Mu was weakly closing his eyes, wearing a white suit but the mottled bloodstains on his body couldn't be concealed.

Meng Lan's fingers clenched tightly onto the railing, peering down curiously.

How could he have gotten so badly hurt after just a short while

Feng Mu walked to the bottom of the building, suddenly he stopped his steps, slightly raised his head and looked up.

Meng Lan was startled, and at the fastest speed possible, hid her body behind the curtains.

In a moment, she heard the sound of the door being pushed open. She peeked downstairs secretly, but there was no sign of anyone.

Menglan let out a breath, but her brow remained furrowed. Her mind kept replaying the image of Feng Mu, weak and covered in blood, leaving her both shocked and curious.

Who is it

It's unbelievable that he could actually hurt Feng Mu!

But she didn't ponder for long before shaking off the thought. Previously, because of her father, they still had some connection, but now...they were strangers.

What does Feng Mu's life and death have to do with her

Just as I was lost in thought, the door was suddenly knocked on. A respectful voice, that of Chen Yi, came from outside.

"Miss Meng, have you gone to sleep yet"

Menglan's spine shuddered suddenly. As if possessed, she took a step forward and walked to the door, pushing it open and looking at him.

She stood guard at the door, blocking anyone from entering, "What business could you possibly have so late"

"Miss Meng, it's Mr. Feng who got injured. As a big man, I don't know much about those medicines and jars. I'm also afraid that if I apply the medicine too hard, it will hurt him. So I want to ask you to help Mr. Feng with his wound." Chen Yi respectfully explained.

Medicine

Meng Lan frowned, her voice grave as she reminded him, "You shouldn't be going to Wang Ling about this."

"Doctor Wang... he... he's gone somewhere, and his phone is off." Chen Yi sighed heavily. "Mr. Feng's wounds can't be delayed any longer."

Meng Lan remained silent for a long time, but she didn't speak. Her voice was icy cold, "There are other servants in the house. Just call one to give him medicine. It's getting late, I need to rest."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was about to turn around and close the door. Chen Yi didn't try to stop her either, but just muttered helplessly:

"Oh, Mr. Feng lost so much blood. If it wasn't bandaged in time and got infected, he definitely wouldn't make it..."

Meng Lan's footsteps faltered, her eyes flickering with a hint of nervousness. She seemed to have seen it just now upstairs—there was indeed a lot of blood on him, all his own

After all, Feng Mu prepared a party for her birthday today, and Liangliang also had a great time.

Therefore, both emotionally and logically —

She should probably go take a look.

Feng Mu's room was decorated in a black and white style, with only simple furniture and no other decorations. A light was on in the bathroom, followed by the sound of water running.

Chen Yi brought her a medical kit and quickly left. Menglan was forced to walk helplessly to the bathroom door. After thinking for a moment, she raised her hand and lightly knocked on the door a few times.

"May I come in"

After waiting a while, I heard nothing in response.

So this is... not wanting her to go into the bathroom

Meng Lan was enjoying herself, about to turn and leave, but suddenly she heard a low, magnetic voice from the bathroom, "Come in."

As soon as she finished speaking, Menglan's fingers tightened around the medicine box. She had already come this far, so without much hesitation, she pushed open the door.

In the bathroom, a veil of mist rose, obscuring Menglan's vision. She purposefully opened the door, letting out some of the steamy water for a while before she finally struggled to the bathtub.

In an instant, her face flushed red.

Only then did she see that Feng Mu was standing with his back to her, shirtless, a thin bath towel around his waist. As he raised his hand, every muscle on his body was taut and visible, incredibly alluring!

"Bring me the towel," Feng Mu commanded in a low voice, his tone laced with pain.

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