Chapter 592: Can Her Past Really Be Left Behind?

d around her knees, her face pale, and there's still redness lingering around her eyes. Just looking at her makes one feel pity."You are so talented, why hang yourself on one tree" Jiang's father advi...Menglan listened, a slight smile curving her lips, a sense of pride swelling in her heart.

It's like watching your own younger brother win an award...that kind of pride.

After the song ended, she also, like those girls who adored him, raised her hand and clapped.

And after Han Cheng finished playing the qin, he completely ignored the crowd around him and fixed his gaze on Meng Lan until—

When she gave him a thumbs-up, the corner of his lips twitched upward, finally revealing a satisfied smile.

He took a deep breath, gripped the microphone tightly, and in front of all the guests present, looked at Menglan and smiled, “This song is for you, the most precious girl in my life.”

He didn't shy away at all, raising his finger towards Menglan.

"I'm back, and I will give you back everything that was missing from your life, everything you lost."

Hancheng's words lacked flowery rhetoric.

It felt more like a responsibility weighing him down, he was just trying to make amends.

His confession caused a stir at the scene. The unmarried young girls were like watching a fairy tale, more excited than the person involved. "Ahhh, so romantic! Please say yes to him! I'm even thinking of getting married."

And Menglan stood rooted to the spot, her fists clenched tightly, her face flushed with embarrassment.

She didn't know if Han Cheng's actions were done out of kindness towards her.

But to do so without a word of greeting, leaving her completely unprepared.

And Han Cheng's figure stood firm as Mount Tai, his amber eyes gently fixed on her. That gaze, it seemed to pierce through all the crowds, brimming with so much affection.

But this deep affection, Meng Lan was utterly unable to reciprocate. Instead, it would suffocate her, leaving her... wanting to run away!

Her face changed abruptly, her feet stumbling backward. The louder the cheers around her became, the more suffocated she felt. She covered her chest and turned to leave.

In the past...

It's ridiculous, can her past really just be in the past

Only when she stepped out of the tavern did she feel that layer of gloom in her chest dissipate. She clutched her knee and gasped heavily.

Soon, Han Cheng caught up to her, tightly grasping her slender wrist. "Xin Rui, why are you running"

"Mr. Han, please let me go." The woman's voice was very calm, calm enough that the man before her seemed like just any stranger on the street.

"What's wrong" Han Cheng was struck dumb, looking utterly innocent. "Xin Rui, did I do something wrong again Tell me, don't keep it bottled up inside..."

"Mr. Han, I think you've mistaken me," the woman said, shaking his arm away. She looked up, her eyes as still and cold as frozen wood. "My name is Menglan now. Liu Xiner is a distant memory."

"But all you care about is Liu Xinru from back then. None of us can go back to the past, including me. Please wake up and stop wasting your thoughts on me."

Hearing her mournful words, Han Cheng's eyes darkened, unable to respond.

Meng Lan couldn't bear to look up at him, a faint ache spreading through her chest. It was the kind of pain that would slowly form into a scar if left untouched, eventually becoming numb. But now, with a single tear, it was raw and bloody.

She was no longer Liu Xinrui. Now, she had lost that confidence. She would panic and couldn't bear the kindness others showed her.

Because I'm afraid, afraid that one day I might lose that beautiful feeling, so I dare not...be too greedy.

How could anyone love someone as strange and peculiar as her

Meng Lan took a deep breath, bent down, untied her shoelaces, and took off her white sneakers:

"Thank you for the surprise today. I'll transfer the money for the shoes to you through WeChat. See you, Mr. Han, and Menglan... she only suits wearing high heels."

She placed the shoes in Han Cheng's palm, her bare white feet stepped into the mud pit and walked to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and left.

Han Cheng stared at her slender back, stunned. He lowered his head and looked at the pair of white shoes in his hand. His thin arms were bulging with veins, and his chest ached like a piece had been ripped out.

No!

She is not Menglan, she is Liu Xinrui!

He stubbornly gritted his teeth, but he was just afraid of being bullied by Feng Mu. She didn't dare to raise her head and face herself.

Yes, blame Feng Mu!

Han Cheng angrily flung open the car door, ready to confront Feng Mu and settle the score when suddenly, his hand gripping the steering wheel trembled slightly, his jaw clenched tight.

But even if he went looking, what identity would he have to question someone with

He believed his sunny personality could be infectious to those around him, but today for the first time, he questioned himself.

Damn it, he couldn't infect Menglan. She was trapped inside a fortress, unable to leave, and no one could get in.

……

Unknowingly, the sky had darkened.

Dream Lan was very tired, she directly called a taxi to the hospital. She took out a stack of money from her bag and didn't count how much there was, so she just handed it to the taxi driver.

After getting off the bus, she dragged her weary body and pressed the elevator button before walking upstairs.

She pushed open the ward door, not even turning on the lights, and walked towards the bed. She tossed her bag onto the sofa at random, but apparently hit something, for a dull 'bang' echoed through the room.

"Ten past nine, is that when you finally get your fill" The man's chilling voice suddenly cut through the air.

Dream Lan was so startled that her whole body trembled. She looked at the figure sitting on the sofa, facing away from the light, barely able to make out its outline. Her face was full of surprise.

"When did you come"

"Is this important"

"I never thought that Mr. Feng would have the hobby of peeking at others. If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Feng's wedding is also approaching soon. If there's nothing else, please leave."

Meng Lan's mood immediately soured when she saw him.

Before, she could still feign flattery, but recently a series of events made her feel disgusted and she no longer wanted to suppress herself and please him as before.

As Siu-Wan said, if a person wants to get out of trouble, they can only rely on themselves!

The man sat on the sofa, stretching out his arms, his aura extremely domineering. He didn't seem to expect her to be so sassy. His handsome face was full of displeasure, "Sharp-tongued."

Mulan ignored him completely, not even acknowledging his presence. She turned away, took off her coat, and was just about to remove her blouse when she suddenly heard the steady tap-tap-tap of heels clicking on the floor behind her.

The next second, her waist and abdomen were tightly embraced by a powerful arm. The faint scent of grass, which would usually make Menglan feel safe, now made her feel disgusted.

"General Feng, I am the patient." she reminded him coolly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a sneer from the man behind her. The hand on her waist suddenly tightened!

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