Chapter 675: Like Begets Like

sitting in front of the mirror taking off her makeup when she saw Xiang Wan enter. She let out a gasp, "Someone really hit you">"I heard you beat up Xiang Jianguo, he's still... your dad" Zhou Miao l..."Scared" Looking at Feng Mu's contemplative expression, He Hanchuan scoffed, "Coward, I've never been so indecisive like you before."

Of course, back then, Wanye directly issued a death sentence to him and he wouldn't have had this chance.

"No." Feng Mu spoke calmly, raising his eyes to gaze worriedly at the emergency room. "I'm afraid she won't last."

The mountain path twists and turns, with muddy trails that are difficult to walk on. There are fifteen thousand steps in total, and one must bow their head with every step. It will probably take a whole day or even two to complete the journey.

He was speechless, "Don't think about those useless things. Dream Orchid is still waiting for you to save her. When did she become so clingy You said before that you would never fall for her competitive spirit."

After he spoke, Feng Mu's lips curled into a faint smile as he let out a wry chuckle.

"Now I finally understand what you meant, to be kinder to Menglan. Otherwise, I'll regret it."

There's nothing that can't be done, it all boils down to one thing overcoming another.

Now, even he can't tell if his feelings for Menglan are truly love.

But when all the truth was revealed, it turned out that she was innocent and had suffered so many years of grievances. He tried his best to make amends.

As a result, before it even began, he pushed her with his own hands into an even deeper abyss.

He probably owes Menglan a debt he can never repay in his lifetime.

It was past eleven at night, but Feng Mu couldn't wait for daybreak. He drove to the foot of Xiangshan Mountain.

The weather has been bad lately, with a drizzle constantly falling on the mountains. Halfway up the mountain in a car, you can't go any further because the mud is too deep.

He directly parked the car by the roadside, carrying down several gift boxes from the car. He walked cautiously to the steps, took a deep breath, and began to kowtow one step at a time.

The steep staircase was covered with large and small, very sharp stones. As Feng Mu just put his knee down, he felt a cut on his knee.

It hurt, yet he didn't even wrinkle his brow, continuing to kowtow.

When Feng Mu tripped over more than a thousand steps, besides feeling pain in his knee, he didn't feel too much discomfort.

Unfortunately, the weather turned sour. In Xiangshan Park late at night, things were looking bleak.

Just as a thunderous roar shook the air, a torrential downpour began. The rain fell in sheets, soaking Feng Mu instantly.

But he showed no fear, continuing to kowtow. At this moment, a cold wind blew, making his already wet body even colder.

It wasn't until after 5:00 AM that the sky began to lighten.

Feng Mu had climbed over six thousand steps, but there was still a long way to go to reach his goal. His physical strength was severely depleted, and coupled with the fact that he hadn't eaten or drunk anything, his tall figure swayed unsteadily.

"Sir, what are you doing" Just then, an old man with a bamboo basket on his back and a straw hat walked up to him.

His hands, full of callouses, supported a wooden stick as he walked to Feng Mu's side. He looked at him, his expression filled with surprise as he asked,

“No one has been to Xiangshan's backyard for years. How did you get in The rain is so heavy, you should go back quickly, or you might be caught in a mudslide up the mountain!”

"Since that's the case, old man, you better hurry back." Feng Mu's handsome face was expressionless as he continued climbing the stairs, kowtowing with every step.

The old man didn't leave, he just stayed behind watching him, "Sir, seeing how devout you are, must be praying for your family, right"

"Yes." Feng Mu replied faintly. He had just raised his knee when he lost control and rolled down several steps again.

The old man stepped forward and helped him up.

"You've overexerted yourself. You've climbed almost seven thousand steps, you must have been here for a while. Oh well, eat something and drink some water to recover."

After he finished speaking, Feng Mu raised his eyes to look at the endless staircase above him and nodded.

He needs to build up some strength, or he'll probably fall off the mountaintop before he reaches 10,000 steps.

The old man was a kindhearted person. He personally helped her to a big tree root and took out some dry straw from his bamboo basket to lay on the ground for them to sit on.

Right now, Feng Mu didn't even care about getting dirty. He sat down on the ground and took out some pre-packed dry rations from his backpack.

But this heavy rain had already soaked the bread.

The old man looked at him and burst into a hearty laugh, “Youngster, you're too young! If you don't mind, have mine.”

He put down the bamboo basket behind him, opened the lid, and carefully took out several flatbreads cooked with coarse grains.

"Thank you," Feng Mu didn't refuse, his eyes deepening as he took the scallion pancake.

Holding it in his palm, still warm, Feng Mu ate silently, his lips brushing against the pastry. But his thoughts had long since drifted away, wondering about Meng Lan's situation.

"Sir, who would you like help praying for" the old man idly chatted with him.

Feng Mu pursed his lips, the dirt-laced pancake he'd eaten had no taste.

"My love," he said firmly.

"Well, let me tell you, when I was young, I used to climb the 15,000 steps of Xiangshan too."

"But it's not a blessing I seek, it's the consequence of a grave mistake I made in my youth. My wife's punishment for me." With that, the old man's deep eyes gazed towards the distant mountains.

Feng Mu was captivated, and subconsciously asked, "Then what"

"By the time I got down the mountain, my wife was gone." The old man shook his head helplessly. "She only left me a letter, saying that some mistakes, once made, are never forgivable."

Feng Mu didn't seem to care, "Since you made a mistake, why not continue to look for her and make amends"

I went to look for her, but there was no chance of making amends. She was stubborn and once she made up her mind, nothing anyone said could change it. Even now, when he mentions it, there's still a lot of regret in the old man's voice.

He sighed, “I was too impulsive when I was young. Now that I’m over sixty, many things just come naturally to me. As long as I can see her living peacefully in this world, it’s enough.”

"Compared to gender, parting from someone you love is more painful. So, just smile and watch her go."

The topic was a bit heavy, and Feng Mu's eyes held a hint of bitterness. He suddenly lost his appetite for food.

After a long pause, he seemed to be moved to tears, his eyes welling up. Then, he nodded slowly.

"Thank you."

Wasn't his desire for Menglan also a kind of possessiveness

It's because of this damn possessiveness that Meilan gets hurt over and over again!

If he had let her leave sooner, Old Master Feng wouldn't have hurt her, and she wouldn't be in such danger!

Feng Mu's heart was filled with remorse, but his eyes were unusually determined. No matter what, he had to see Master Jing Bai and beg her... to save Meng Lan!

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