Chapter 654: How Much Is True, How Much Is False?

u probably haven't eaten either. Please sit down and rest for a while. I'll cook right away."After she finished speaking, she strode toward the kitchen.But just as she was walking, her whole body felt...No sooner had the words left her mouth than the nanny hurried forward, bearing the old man's medicine box from his usual time. With a respectful tone, she said, "Master... Master, the medicine is here. Please take it quickly to ease your discomfort!"

"What are you just standing there for Go get some water." the butler snapped.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the nanny hurried away with her teacup. Just as the butler was about to administer the medicine to Old Master Feng, Feng Mu spoke up in a low voice, "Wait a moment."

The housekeeper was stunned, watching with his own eyes as Feng Mu walked forward.

Next, the medicine box in his hand was snatched away. Feng Mu emptied all the pale yellow pills inside onto the ground.

"Young Master, what is this"

The steward was astonished, just about to bend down to pick up the medicine, when Feng Mu tightly grasped his arm and pulled him up.

Only seeing his handsome face was cold, looking at himself with a sneer, "What are you pretending How much of this medicine is real and how much is fake, you should know"

The butler's face changed, his heart was in a bit of turmoil, but he refused to admit it, "Young master, what are you talking about This medicine is for the old master to treat his heart disease. How could it be fake..."

Feng Mu simply poured the remaining half of the medicine in his palm onto his hand, without batting an eyelid, and swallowed it whole.

"Bastard!"

"No, young master!"

While Feng Mu chewed on the dry vitamin pills, he reminded expressionlessly, "Vitamin C, it tastes pretty good!"

After swallowing the medicine residue, he glared coldly at Old Master Feng.

Grandfather Feng's palm gripped the cane tightly, his face twisted with shame at being exposed. Yet he glared furiously at Feng Mu.

"You insolent brat! How dare you lecture me on how to do my job Don't forget, you wouldn't be where you are at Fengshi Group without me!"

"Take it if you like it." Feng Mu's tone was also domineering.

He tossed the medicine box in his hand aside, staring unflinchingly at Old Master Feng. There was a hint of provocation in his eyes, and he sneered, "But from today onwards, my affairs are none of your concern."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the suit jacket from the sofa and left.

In the end, he still couldn't be as heartless as Old Master Fang and didn't finish things off.

But in his heart, he had already drawn a clear line between himself and Old Master Feng.

Looking at Feng Mu's departing figure, Old Master Feng's agitated body trembled slightly, a flicker of panic appearing in his eyes.

The steward hurried forward to appease him, "Master, please calm down. The young master is just too young and his temper is a bit hot. Fortunately, our plan has not been exposed..."

"I'm afraid he already knows."

Lord Feng let out a heavy sigh, leaning on his cane as he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He stared out at the green mountains, seeming ten years older in an instant.

What's coming, has come.

He had plotted for most of his life, but in the end, his grandson was still distant from him, unable to escape his predetermined fate.

……

Meng Lan woke up, her whole body feeling as if it had been crushed. Even the slightest movement of her fingers sent a sharp "hiss" through her, making her gasp in pain. She struggled to open her eyes.

"Awake"

Wang Ling stood by her bed, handing a tube of ointment to the bedside table and patiently explaining, "It's alright, this time you only have a few skin abrasions. Just apply the ointment regularly, and it won't leave any scars."

Meng Lan sat up from the bed, reaching out to touch her flat stomach. Her voice was tense, “How is my child”

Wang Ling helped her organize the intravenous tubes, shaking her head helplessly. "It's fine, maybe it's destined to have a connection with you. It suffered such severe external injuries and its fetal image is still unstable, yet it's still alive."

Mulan was stunned for a few seconds, then, with a smile tinged with bitterness, "Maybe it's also a stubborn donkey temper, as strong as mine."

Wang Ling didn't say much, only briefly reminding her to take good care of her injuries before turning and leaving the ward.

The moment the door closed, Menglan hurriedly reached for her phone on the bedside table. It had been smashed during the kidnapping and turned off. Seeing this, she quickly pressed the power button.

Only to see, Uncle Zhao had called her several times without answering.

Later, since he couldn't get through on the phone, he constantly kept her updated about his brother's condition via text messages.

At 3:00 AM, finally, good news arrived: “Miss, please rest assured, the young master has woken up, and all his vital signs have returned to normal.”

After reading the text message, Menglan finally let out a sigh of relief and her eyes welled up with tears of excitement.

"Knock knock!" The door to the ward was suddenly knocked, Aunt Wang walked in with a thermos pot. Seeing her wake up, she exclaimed excitedly, "Miss, you're awake! How are you feeling"

"It's fine."

Meng Lan's brows were furrowed, she reached out to rub her hair, and her voice was a little irritable, "It's just that my head is dizzy."

"That must be because you just woke up, Miss. You've been asleep for two days, your stomach must be starving," Wang Ma said, then opened the lid of the thermos, and the aroma of the food filled the air.

Ke Menglan caught a whiff of the smell, her stomach churning with nausea. She ran barefoot to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet.

Wang Ma hurriedly chased after her, smoothing her back, "Oh my, Miss, what's wrong with you Where does it hurt"

Menglan vomited until there was nothing left in her stomach, only bitter water. Then she felt a little better.

She raised her slender finger to smooth the bangs behind her ear, her voice a little raspy. "I don't know, just smelled a fishy smell a moment ago, and it made me feel sick."

"Fishy smell"

Wang Ma was stunned, then a smile of joy appeared on her face, and she exclaimed, “Miss, you wouldn’t be pregnant, would you Should I call a doctor to take a look at you”

"No...don't!" Menglan's face turned pale, she reached out and grabbed her hand, "I just have a little stomach ache, there's no need to tell the doctor. I'll be fine after resting for a while."

Wang Ma nodded half-believing, supporting her with her arm and helping her onto the sickbed.

Once again, she smelled that pungent fishy odor and Menglan's stomach churned. Wang Ma quickly took away the fish soup and opened the window to air it out.

"Miss, there's still some millet porridge here. Have a little bit, please."

"I can't eat this, you take it away. I want to rest for a while." Meng Lan hadn't eaten much to begin with, and after vomiting, she was even weaker, lying on the sickbed listlessly.

Seeing this, Wang Ma let out a heavy sigh. Seeing her firm attitude, she could only take the thermos out.

Unexpectedly, just as she reached the doorway, she saw Feng Mu walking straight towards her.

Just as Wang Ma was about to call for someone, she saw Feng Mu put his index finger to his lips. He looked at Meng Lan on the hospital bed and whispered, "What's going on"

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