Saying that, he clasped Menglan's hand tightly and placed it lightly on her chest.

The moment Meng Lan placed her hand on his chest, she felt the heat radiating from him, and even her cheeks flushed red.

"Let go of me at once!"

But Feng Mu held her palm tightly, refusing to let go. His fingers gently rubbed against her palm, his voice low and magnetic,

"Did you feel it?"

Mulan froze. "What?"

"My heartbeat."

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Dream Lan was speechless. She just wanted to push Feng Mu away with all her might, but at that moment, her palm suddenly felt the frantic beating of his heart.

At that moment, Meng Lan's whole body felt like it was struck by electricity, a tingling sensation that reached its peak.

But soon, she forced herself to calm down, snarling at him.

"Bastard, back then you were the one who signed off on Lisa's design, rejected my design, and slandered my character. Now what do you want to do?"

Hearing her words, Feng Mu's face also took on a hint of helplessness.

"The design draft wasn't signed by me, and I didn't leak it to the media." Feng Mu suddenly spoke, his hawk-like eyes filled with sincerity, not a shred of pretense.

Upon hearing his words, Meng Lan froze in place, her lips quivering slightly.

"How is that possible? You're the CEO of Feng Group, how could anyone else make decisions for you without your permission?"

Feng Mu's eyes deepened, and he spoke softly, "This matter is quite complicated. I'll explain it to you when I have time."

"…" Meng Lan stopped speaking.

But she also knew very well that Feng Mu would never speak. Since it wasn't news released by him personally, her heart felt much more at ease.

“I’m not interested in your private affairs.” Although on the surface, Menglan’s face was extremely cold, she spoke in a low voice and instructed, “I just feel that if this kind of thing gets out, it wouldn't be good for Niancheng to know. After all, he truly sees you as his father now.”

"Hmm." Feng Mu replied in a low voice.

“But you don’t have to feel guilty about it. I’ve figured out the truth and come forward to clarify things.” Menglan thought for a moment, then added, “I’ve had Li always pass on the new design draft to you. See if you can use it...”

"No need to look any further."

Feng Mu's face was solemn, without a hint of hesitation, he opened his mouth and said, "It's you."

Menglan's brows furrowed, though she found Feng Mu's decision too abrupt. On second thought, Valentine's Day was just around the corner. If she couldn't come up with a satisfactory design, it would likely affect her subsidiary's performance.

Rather than saying that Feng Mu believed in her.

It's more like there are no other options.

"Good." Menglan readily agreed, "I'll send you the final design draft tomorrow night."

Without giving Feng Mu a chance to speak, she reached out and fumbled for the wall switch. With a click, the entire room was illuminated.

Mulan lowered her head and didn't look at Feng Mu, reminding him in a muffled voice, "It's not too early. You should go back to the hotel and rest."

After a few seconds of silence, Feng Mu spoke in a low voice, "I didn't book a room."

"Why not book one?" Meng Lan suddenly perked up, looking at him with surprise. "What do you mean? There's no way to stay in Yun Cheng without booking a hotel. I don't have any rooms here that would suit you."

Feng Mu felt a sense of helplessness.

"This time I'm on a temporary business trip, and I'm worried about you and the child. I have to take a plane back tomorrow morning."

Listening to him, Menglan suddenly felt a little unkind. Her face flushed, "I'm fine with the child, besides you were too impulsive. Time is so tight, and you still booked a flight over..."

"I remember, if someone hadn't blocked me, I wouldn't have been out of touch." Feng Mu raised his lips slightly, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"..." Upon his reminder, Menglan suddenly remembered that she had, in a fit of anger, added all his contact information to her blacklist.

Feng Mu lowered his gaze, looking at Meng Lan's cheeks that were gradually reddening because she didn't know how to explain. A doting smile curved the corner of his lips.

He reached out and touched Menglan's hair.

"I, a person of stature, wouldn't hold a grudge against you. However, if you truly wish to make amends, you wouldn't just stand by and watch me end up homeless!"

"What do you mean?" Menglan asked, puzzled.

"You can make do with a night on the sofa." Feng Mu continued to remind her.

"If you don't mind, why not just stay on the couch for the night? I'm too lazy to argue with you anymore." Menglan lowered her head and agreed. After all, it was only a sofa; if she were that demanding, she'd be too unfeeling.

After that, Menglan turned and walked towards the bathroom.

It was getting late, she hurried to finish washing up, and was about to call Feng Mu.

As soon as I peeked, I saw Feng Mu lying on the sofa fast asleep. He hadn't taken off his clothes, only covering his stomach with a black suit jacket.

The temperature difference this evening is quite large, wearing just this piece of clothing, it's clearly not warm enough.

Meng Lan hurriedly took out a brand new set of bedding from the storage cabinet and came to the sofa to help Feng Mu take off his shoes. She gently covered him with the quilt.

She subconsciously lowered her gaze, looking at Feng Mu's face after sleep.

He is still as handsome as ever, but the fatigue under his eyelids is undeniable.

Mulan looked a little lost, so instinctively she raised her hand and gently touched the man's cheek with her fingers.

She couldn't help but sigh inwardly: it was really unfair of fate. Five years had passed, yet time hadn't left a single mark on this man's face. Instead, he seemed to have gained a touch of maturity.

After watching for a while, Menglan was just about to let go when suddenly the man opened his eyes.

"Ah..." Menglan exclaimed in fright.

Her body arched backward, uncontrollably falling towards the ground.

Just then, the man suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Menglan rushed into his arms, her hands tightly pressed against his chest, feeling the powerful beat of his heart. Her cheeks gradually flushed red.

"You... you let me go!"

"Shh." Just then, Feng Mu suddenly raised his finger and lightly pressed it to his lips. "Be quiet, don't wake the child."

When she thought that Niancheng was still asleep in his dreams, Menglan restrained her emotions, her pretty face flushed red, her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she stared at him unconvincingly.

Feng Mu looked at her like this, and felt a surge of amusement in his heart.

Meng Lan met his gaze for a long while, truly unable to bear the tenderness in his eyes. She stammered, "Can you let go of me now?"

"Xiaoru."

Feng Mu suddenly called her name softly, his voice uncharacteristically serious, “Come home with me.”

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