even complained about my aching hand, he went and tattled to my dad, blaming me and demanding I marry him as compensation! As if! He thinks he's so great. Why doesn't he just fly awayWa, “…”Finally,...Thinking about this, Menglan felt a bit anxious and reached into her bag to take out her phone to call the private investigator. But she hesitated.
After being insulted for so many years, does she still dare to investigate Even if she finds out... is it worth continuing to be entangled
Meng Lan felt tired and, after bidding farewell to Zhao Shu, hailed a cab directly to the address of Meng Hui's club.
The doctor said that with her current condition, she was not yet recovered and it was not suitable to be discharged. However, Meilan really couldn't stand it anymore. Being confined to the hospital ward all day felt like being imprisoned. She would think a lot.
When Menglan returned to her Dream Haven, the entrance was swarmed with reporters and media. It had never been this bustling in all the years she'd lived there. Menglan got out of the car, confused by the commotion, only to be surrounded by paparazzi.
"Mr. Meng, some people on the internet say that you seduced wealthy married men for money. Is this true"
"I heard that Wang Bo's wife, whom you allegedly seduced, has decided to sue you in court. Are you afraid"
"Mr. Meng, don't you think it's embarrassing to do such a thing"
" "
Countless flashbulbs went off with a blinding pop, so bright that Meng Lan couldn't open her eyes. She slightly raised her hand, trying to shield her eyes.
Only then did she realize that these paparazzi were actually targeting her.
Who is it
Did she tell the media about what happened between her and Wang Bo that night
No wonder...Feng Mu would have come to find her in such a menacing manner back then!
The reporters blocked Menglan's path forward, bombarding her with countless questions that exploded like a pot, causing Menglan to furrow her brows. Just listening to them was enough to give her a headache.
Meng Lan wasn't ready yet, and didn't know how to explain what happened that night to the media. She was about to be at a loss for words when luckily, her bodyguard brought her back to Meng Hui So promptly.
"Bang!" The door was slammed shut.
Once the paparazzi were isolated outside, Menglan breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up at the hall and realized how empty it was today. Usually, the place was packed with customers.
"How long has this been going on" Menglan's face was gloomy.
The bodyguard glanced at her carefully. “It all started after the rumors about you were exposed. A group of reporters kept swarming outside the Dream House, and we couldn't get rid of them no matter what.”
"Dreamland was originally designed as a place of entertainment, but our customer traffic has now significantly decreased, and many employees have complained."
"Hmm." Menglan responded faintly, but her face was hard to look at. She had a mild temperament, and these rumors wouldn't have bothered her if they were just about her. But now, they involved the revenue of Meng Hui Society. If business didn't pick up for a long time, how could she explain it to He Hanchuan How could she support so many employees
Mulan returned to the office and thought carefully about it, an idea began to form in her mind——
She found a girl in the courtesans' quarters at the Dream Palace who was about her size. They switched clothes, and Menglan even gave the other girl one of her high-quality silk scarves to cover half her face so she could sneak out in her place.
As expected, the paparazzi were lured by her scheme and didn't suspect a thing. Without hesitation, they grabbed their cameras and followed her closely.
"Open up." Looking at the doorway now clear of those obstructions, Menglan let out a sigh of relief and ordered the bodyguard.
Then, she took out her phone to send WeChat messages to several regular customers of the Dream Club. Those clients who used to fawn over her, sending flowers, cards, and even cars, were today uncharacteristically silent. Only one person responded, but he simply asked about the price for a night together.
Even when that person didn't receive Meng Lan's reply, he shamelessly told her, "Meng Boss, don't be so high and mighty anymore. Everyone knows Feng Mu isn't protecting you anymore. The business of Meng Hui So will get worse and worse in the future. If you have money, hurry up and make it!"
Feng Mu won't protect you anymore...
Hearing this, Menglan's face darkened slightly. She repeatedly looked at the message and suddenly burst into a mocking laugh. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Things change and people fade away."
When you have an accident, there are plenty of people who will take the opportunity to kick you when you're down.
Although she, Menglan, might be down on her luck, she was once the most proud eldest daughter of Liu Group. She couldn't, and wouldn't allow herself to earn no money at all.
Menglan spent the entire morning racking her brain, trying to figure out the day's sales. In the past, Meng Hui So was a well-known entertainment venue in the city center, where customers never stopped coming even without much advertising. Now, she could only drag Meng Hui So onto the internet and promote it widely.
She was discussing the promotional leaflet with the head of the art department when suddenly the office door was knocked. The bodyguard rushed in, looking flustered, and told her, "Boss Meng, something's wrong! Mr. He brought people to the VIP room and beat up Mr. Du, the president of Du Group. I heard he broke one arm, and the situation is out of control."
"Why" Menglan's face was heavy. She put down her work and hurried away following the bodyguard's footsteps.
It is said that Du Hua made a gambling agreement with the young master of the Xiang family, and only could ask Yuzhou to come out to help clean up the mess. But Du Hua was impolite and directly forced Yuzhou to drink several bottles of wine.
"...Originally, it was about protecting my wife." Hearing this, Menglan's footsteps paused slightly, and she let out a soft chuckle, her eyes flashing with a fleeting emotion for a second - whether it was envy or helplessness, it was hard to tell.
This is not surprising, He Hanchuan would get so angry.
She was truly curious, daring to move around Wǎn in He Hánchuan's sight. Just who exactly was this mysterious figure
Meng Lan still followed her bodyguard to the top-floor VIP lounge to watch the commotion. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they heard crashing sounds coming from inside the private room. There were many bodyguards standing at the door, but none of them dared to step forward.
"Miss Meng," the bodyguards greeted her respectfully.
"Hmm." Menglan responded faintly, twisting her graceful waist and walking over. Gazing at the disheveled scene inside the private room, her eyes darkened subtly.
"What happened Such a big fire! General He, look at what you did to him. Can't you show some mercy" Menglan spoke as she walked forward, reaching out to help up Du Hua who was covered in blood, clutching his broken right arm, and whose face was contorted in pain.
While Du Hua seemed to have been psychologically traumatized by the beating, he flinched at a mere touch. Panicked, he exclaimed, "I'm sorry, Mr. He, I was wrong. Please don't hit me anymore..."
While standing before him, He Hanchuan's face was very calm. He took out a few paper towels from the tea table and slowly wiped his fingers. Suddenly, he raised his eyes and looked coldly at Du Hua, "Do I bully you"
Hearing his ominous voice, Du Hua's face turned pale with fright. His words were stammered, "No, it's not true. It's all my fault. He has nothing to do with this."
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