anding and took everything back.But the fact that he occupied the emergency lane is true, and it even made Weibo's hot search list. The police were polite but still had to follow procedure, revoking h...“Just…just!” At this time, the scar-faced man also rushed forward eagerly, angrily scolding, "It’s me who is miserable! Back then, I just got a whim and blocked you in the alley to tease you for a bit. The next day, I was blocked by Feng Mu. Look at the scar on my face, it was him who drew it with a small knife.”

Saying that, the Scar-faced man recalled past events, so frightened he shivered involuntarily, and cursed angrily, "Damn it, who in high school could compare to Feng Mu's ruthlessness."

Then, enraged, he kicked Menglan's stomach hard, "It's all because of you, a beauty who brings disaster. Boss, don't hold back! Feng Mu is untouchable, so let's torture her to vent our anger from the past!"

Menglan reached out to cover her stomach. That kick had landed squarely on her abdomen, the pain unbearable.

All the pain in her body combined couldn't compare to the agony in her heart. Her heart felt like it was being gnawed by ants, a pain so intense it threatened to suffocate her. She clenched the sofa cushion tightly in her fingers and let out a low growl.

She never knew that Feng Mu had done so much for her behind the scenes.

No wonder those male classmates who pursued her, or the hooligans who harassed her, only passionately pursued her for a few days before quietly disappearing from her world.

She thought it was just the novelty of those male classmates wearing off, but she never expected that it was Feng Mu who was secretly hindering things.

He has never disdained his own pursuits, has he

Why...must we do these things

The scar-faced man looked at Menglan's breakdown with some fear, "Boss, this woman looks pretty excited, won't she die soon"

"Fuck off!" Huang Mao kicked him away, then reached out and grabbed Meng Lan's head tightly, grinning menacingly at her and snarling, "Liu Xirui, don't you dare play dead!"

Menglan looked at him, and suddenly, she lightly pulled her lips and let out a smile.

"What are you laughing at" Huang Mao tightened his grip, his eyes blazing with anger.

Laugh What qualifications does she have Is she laughing at herself

Huang Mao pulled her off the sofa angrily and forced her to kneel on the ground. He was puzzled listening to her broken laughter. Damn, this woman couldn't feel pain

No... she was wrong. Menglan was in pain now, her whole scalp felt like it was being torn apart, a throbbing ache. But she laughed harder and harder, starting with genuine joy, then ending in self-deprecating amusement.

Everyone was calling her crazy, but she alone knew that she was just laughing at herself.

In that high school crush, she thought it was a one-woman show, all hers. In that gamble, she almost poured out all her courage and love for him.

She was fearless and unwavering, but the only regret she had was never receiving even a sliver of response from Feng Mu.

She gave up because she was scared. After all, any normal person wouldn't like to keep trying when they're getting rejected.

But now, it made her realize that Feng Mu had also responded to her love, even if it was insignificant compared to hers, but in that moment she found a brief sense of satisfaction.

Feng Mu ah, I also didn't lose particularly thoroughly. You once had feelings for me, right...

"Slap!" Huang Mao felt a chill run down his spine hearing her laughter. Another slap landed across her face, accompanied by a low growl, "Damn it, I've never met such a vile woman like you in my life. You were born to be a slut!"

Meng Lan forgot to dodge, and was slapped to the floor. Blood trickled from the corner of her lips, bringing her back to reality.

She couldn't stop laughing, her eyes were red and wet, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She closed her eyes, hiding the despair in them.

Feng Mu ah Feng Mu, did you see this All the humiliation I'm suffering now is thanks to you!

Just because of a little love you have, how can you compare with me What do you have to compare with me

Seeing her emotions gradually calm down, the yellow-haired man ordered someone to open the safe. In an instant, one stack after another of red banknotes came into view.

Liu Xinru, I know that the crappy club you opened now doesn't have any customers, and you're really short on money. I give you two options, one is to crawl under my crotch!" Huang Mao directly lifted a leg high, tilting his chin up, looking down at her with disdain.

"As for this second path, it is to drink all the alcohol on the table. As long as you can complete just one of them, I'll give you all this money. "

Upon hearing this, Menglan's face suddenly darkened. She instinctively turned her head to look at the tea table where a jumble of red, white, and beer bottles were piled up, easily numbering twenty or thirty. Even an ordinary person would find it impossible to finish them all, let alone her.

Huang Mao's request was nothing more than a way to humiliate her, forcing her to kneel before everyone and submit to him, stripping away the last shred of dignity she had left.

Meng Lan looked up at him, her delicate features as cold and aloof as ever. She let out a cold laugh, "It's a pity that you don't have much money that I would look down on. Why should I agree to your terms"

"You dare talk to me like that" Huang Mao roared angrily. He looked at Meng Lan's composed face and found it incredibly irritating.

Staring at her heavily made-up appearance, from her face to her demeanor, there wasn't a trace of the pure and haughty young lady she once was.

His expression was unique, but identical to what it had been back then.

That was disdain, as if she were saying to herself, no matter how many years had passed, no matter what tricks you played, you would never win her favor!

He realized this, and a sense of humiliation surged up again. Huang Mao’s face darkened, he gripped Meng Lan's collar tightly and pulled her up from the ground. He opened his phone and deliberately held it in front of her, “If you don’t agree, I’ll post this video online and let everyone see you…”

"No!" After watching the video for just a short while, Menglan shouted excitedly, completely panicking, "I choose... you don't post..."

Huang Mao happily retrieved his phone, snorted coldly, "That's right, Menglan should be this humble."

Meng Lan's palm clenched into a fist, her whole body feeling as if she had been doused with a basin of cold water. Yet, she still had to make a choice.

"Dream Sister, no!" Xiaomi's voice suddenly rang out. As she looked, the entrance of the private room was crowded with people, but among those fake faces, only Xiaomi truly worried about her. "Lan Sister, your stomach hasn't fully healed yet, drinking so much alcohol will kill you!"

Menglan glanced at her lightly, the usually charming eyes now had a touch of softness, but more importantly, resilience. She smiled softly, "Xiao Mi, don't worry about me."

While Xiaomi and others were besieged outside the door, sweating nervously on their foreheads, they stamped their feet impatiently. "Dream Sister, no! You can't do what he says. How can someone as proud as you let them insult you"

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