Chapter 603: My Marriage, No One Can Decide For Me

eyelids became heavy as lead.Just when he thought he was about to die like that, suddenly a basin of cold water was poured over him. The piercing coldness caused him to shiver uncontrollably and forc...As soon as the words left her mouth, the servants in the hall fell silent. A palpable sense of unease hung heavy in the air.

Meng Lan was held tightly by Mu Qi's wrist, sitting on the sofa beside him, unable to move at all. She listened quietly as Mu Qi and Grandpa Mu argued fiercely, her eyes flashing with a hint of surprise.

If she understood correctly, Feng Mu was... speaking up for himself

But he was the one who loved to make fun of himself the most.

How could you possibly help yourself

"Feng Mu."

Old Master Feng also walked to the tea table, his fingers tightly clutching his water cup, and slammed it heavily on the table. "Your marriage is about the development prospects of the Feng Group. As long as I, your old man, am alive for a day, I will not allow you to run wild."

"Don't you forget how your parents died, protecting this woman like this Are you honoring their memory"

The cup body was shaken with several faint cracks, showing how angry Mr. Feng was at this moment.

When mentioning his parents, Feng Mu's handsome face suddenly changed, and a cold aura emanated from his whole body.

In an instant, the atmosphere grew heavy. The servants didn't even dare to breathe, and Meng Lan felt the pressure in the living room making it hard for her to take a breath.

At the sound of Old Master Feng’s words, she couldn't help but sneer.

I can't figure out what she's doing sitting here.

Could she possibly expect Feng Mu to actually help her out of this

Meng Lan never doubted that he hated her so much, that if there was ever a day she died, Feng Mu would definitely be the first to set off fireworks for her.

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath and was about to pull her hand back from Feng Mu's grasp, but he tightened his grip again.

He freed up his other hand and picked up the water glass on the table, taking a nonchalant sip. His voice was soft, yet every word sent shivers down one's spine.

"Grandpa, you're wrong."

"My marriage, even if my parents were alive, they couldn't make the decision for me."

Unable to make the decision...

Feng Mu's attitude was so resolute that it turned the faces of everyone present pale.

Even a few sympathetic glances were directed at Wang Zhisan, and while the latter maintained a gentle smile on her face, it was incredibly stiff, worse than crying!

The old man's face contorted in pain, clutching his chest as if he might faint the next second. However, Feng Mu didn't even glance at him, "Zhao Shu, see our guest off!"

"Yes." Zhao Shu promptly responded this time, walking up to Lord Feng's presence and respectfully said, 'Please.'

He truly didn't give Old Master Feng any face at all.

“Good, really good, Feng Mu you have truly grown wings and think I can’t control you” Old Master Feng sneered angrily, he waved his hand and pushed Wang Zhi Shan forward, “Shan Shan from now on you will also live in the Feng family, don’t forget that you are the real Mrs. Feng.”

“If that little punk dares to make things difficult for you, don't be afraid, grandpa will stand up for you!”

Without giving Feng Mu much chance to retort, he turned and left the Feng family.

A group of bodyguards also respectfully followed behind. Soon, the living room was deserted and much quieter.

“This, Brother, I don't know why Grandpa would make this decision. But after all, he's getting old, so let's not upset him…” Wang Zhishan spoke with innocence, but her eyebrows were raised playfully, as if she was about to write 'happy' on her face.

Feng Mu raised his long fingers, clenching the tie tightly. A restless look flashed in his eyes, but he ultimately said nothing. He stood up and said, "Uncle Zhao, prepare a room."

He has already repeatedly touched on Old Master's sore points today. If he drives Wang Zhisan away again, it will probably be much harder to deal with.

And recently, Menglan has also been a bit restless, making her feel the need to discipline her. Good thing too.

Feng Mu walked upstairs, and Meng Lan slowly got up from the sofa. Although her face was calm, she secretly chuckled to herself.

Just now, she almost thought Feng Mu would really stand up for her.

To keep Wang Zhisan at the Feng family and share a room with her wouldn't that be the greatest humiliation for her

Upstairs, with a "bang," Feng Mu closed the door to the study.

Wang Zhisan, who had just pretended to be very fragile, now put away the gentle expression on her face and sat down on the sofa, crossing her long legs and slowly raising her water glass.

"Boss Meng, from now on, we will be living together in the Feng family. I hope you can recognize that I am the mistress of the Feng family, the wife of Feng Mu!"

Looking at Wang Zhishan's transformation, that air of superiority, Menglan felt a weariness creep in. She lightly closed her eyes and uttered with indifference, "Congratulations then, Madam Feng."

Too lazy to watch her continue acting, she turned and went upstairs to the bedroom.

She was too tired.

It is really tiring.

Since she was living in the Feng family for her brother, she had already been tired out by Feng Mu's deliberate difficulties. Now that Wang Zhi Shan has also appeared, she wouldn't hesitate to let her go.

If possible, she wished that for her whole life, she had never met Feng Mu.

Then there wouldn't be so much trouble.

Down below, Wang Zhisan’s fingers clutched the cup tightly, her eyes flashing with resentment and jealousy… Clearly, Menglan’s indifference hurt her more than any insults.

As if she were still that high and mighty lady, while I was just growling and clawing like a clown.

"Madam, your room has been prepared." The maid's voice came from upstairs.

Hearing this, Wang Zhisan was like waking from a dream. Her confidence surged instantly. Yes, no matter what, she still sat firmly as the Madam of the palace. She had won, hadn't she

Now, all we need to do is get Menglan, who seduced Brother Feng, driven out of the Feng family!

……

Meng Lan locked herself in her room, trying to keep her mind from wandering. She opened her laptop, put on her headphones, and played some calming English music. She focused intently on drawing design sketches.

Yesterday, A-wei gave her feedback on the draft design and said she was very interested. She asked her to draw the complete version directly and even paid her in advance into her bank account.

Mulan didn't want to disappoint her trust and planned to seriously help Xiangwan win the championship this time.

Immersed in the world of design drawings, Menglan finally felt the pressure on her shoulders ease a little. She was so busy that it was late at night. When Zhao Shu came to call her out for dinner, she refused him and focused all her attention on drawing design drawings in her room. She went to sleep after finishing the drafts and it was already late at night.

Not until the wee hours of the morning did Menglan finally manage to fall into a deep sleep, but suddenly, there were crashing sounds from downstairs, accompanied by the shuffling footsteps of servants.

Menglan woke up, her face showing irritation.

Usually, the house was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. How come it's so noisy now

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