me onto your father!Only now did Menglan hear the truth from him.She trembled violently, her fists clenched tightly. Her voice was hoarse beyond repair, "What about my mother's death"On the night that...When mentioning her younger brother, Menglan's eyes held a hint of tenderness. She had already lost too much and couldn't afford to lose her brother as well.

Han Cheng got out of the car first, went around to the front, and opened the door for her.

On both sides of the small courtyard were lilies, and a gentle breeze carried their refreshing fragrance. Opening the villa's door, Han Cheng reached out to find the switch.

"Bang!" A light suddenly flickered on in the living room.

The villa is purely in a classical style, it is estimated that someone often comes to clean, spotless and clean.

"No need to change shoes, just come in." Han Cheng told her, since he said so, Menglan didn't hesitate much and walked directly into the living room.

Han Cheng poured her a cup of hot water, and at the same time, he took out the black plastic bag that he had been hiding behind his back and handed it to her.

He could clearly see his ears turning red, "Xiaorui, I think you should need this, so I just bought it for you at the convenience store. Ahem, this shouldn't matter what size, right"

Menglan was taken aback, not quite understanding… what kind of thing needed to be sized

Until she opened the plastic bag and saw the sanitary napkins inside, she was completely overwhelmed.

She shook her head with a wry smile, "Though I don't need it right now, I'll take it. Thank you."

"Don't be so polite with me, drink some hot water and warm your stomach."

Meng Lan held the water glass tightly in her palm, giving a faint "Yes" in response. But her serene gaze was fixed on the water droplets, lost in thought.

Han Cheng also sat beside her, his expression grave. He spoke promptly, "Xiao Rui, don't keep all your secrets bottled up inside. You can tell me, that way you'll have one more person to help you solve your problems. Keeping things in will only hurt you."

Menglan's eyes welled up with a bitter taste. For so many years... she had long been accustomed to keeping things bottled up!

When she saw the sincerity in Han Cheng's eyes, her nose felt a little sour for no reason. Perhaps she really should find someone to share this with.

Meng Lan sighed softly and told Han Cheng everything she had talked about with Zheng Jingru.

In the living room, there was a moment of silence. Han Cheng frowned, as if in thought. After a while, he finally spoke, "Xiaorui, to be honest, I don't advise you to seek revenge at this point. Although Zheng Jingru told you the whole truth, she's just a pushover. She won't help you save your father, and she might even alert the others!"

Menglan's hand, which was tightly clutching the cup, trembled slightly. A few drops of hot water splashed onto her back.

"I know," she said in a hoarse voice, her head bowed. "But I still have to save him, and I still need revenge. Wang Guangkun and his people shouldn't be getting away with this."

My father has been wrongly imprisoned for so many years.

He should have been at his most glorious moment, but was framed by that pack of animals outside, enduring grievances and unwillingness. The last time I saw him, he even had white hair.

For the rest of her life, Menglan wanted to do everything she could to make up for him.

“Okay.” Han Cheng understood and nodded, his long fingers clasped tightly together. His voice was heavy as he analyzed, “If you really want to expose Wang Guangkun and Old General Feng, you have to investigate the gastric cancer patients or their families who were poisoned by them five years ago. But this is a huge undertaking.”

After all, most of those people from back then must be dead by now. Their families are probably long gone, sent away by Wang Guangkun. If you want to find them, it would be very difficult.

Han Cheng's words were harsh but realistic, and Meng Lan's thoughts coincided with his.

She was agitated, hurriedly sipping a mouthful of warm water, but it still couldn't suppress her. With a clatter, she placed the cup on the table.

Then I'll investigate too. I don't believe there's no justice in this world.

I want no compensation, nor any apology. I only, and all I ask for, is justice!" Meng Lan's voice was extremely hoarse, struggling to catch her breath for a moment, she raised her palm and heavily patted her chest.

Han Cheng looked at her, his eyes filled with tenderness. He unconsciously reached out and tightly grasped her hand, "Don't worry, Xiaorui, when we get back, I'll find a few more detectives to help you investigate."

Meng Lan's little hands were very cold, as if they couldn't be warmed up. Han Cheng unconsciously rubbed them, and after much effort, he finally rubbed out a bit of warmth.

Looking at Hancheng's earnest and focused eyes, Menglan's heart was filled with warmth, her eyes moistened by tears.

How could she not see through his protection of her

"Don't do so much for me, Hancheng. I can't give you a response." Menglan reminded softly, her words unusually clear in the spacious villa.

Han Cheng's spine suddenly jolted, but he didn't stop his movements at all. "This doesn't matter,"

Warm yellow light spilled onto Hancheng's handsome features, his eyes were incredibly gentle, and he spoke in a soft voice,

"Xiaorui, you probably don't know this, but when I first saw you, Uncle Liu was holding a red sandalwood comb and combing your long hair. You were looking down with gentle, quiet eyebrows and eyes, and I thought to myself, who is that girl, she's so beautiful."

I thought it was just an ordinary glance, but from then on, I decided to protect you for life, even if you only saw me as a warm older brother.

He endured, never saying even half a word of "love" to her. He simply didn't want...to add to her psychological burden.

A delicate dice rests on a red bean, Love deepens with each passing day. Do you know the ache in my bones

At first glance, I devoted my whole life to you.

If he were fortunate, Hancheng would stay with her for his entire life. If it were a pity, he would also want to personally see Xiaorui get married and comb her hair once.

It was a silent night. Meng Lan hung her head, her face flushed red, and tears welled up, falling helplessly with soft 'pats'.

She wanted to speak.

I also don't know what to say, or should I even say anything

……

Mulan slept soundly in the villa in Hancheng. The next morning, Hancheng personally cooked breakfast for her. He wasn't really good at cooking. There were even egg shells in his scrambled eggs, and the milk was cold, but Mulan still ate it all.

She never cared for a lavish breakfast.

...But... this warmth, which was so stingy for her!

After dinner, Menglan proactively asked to return to her ancestral home. She remembered that tomorrow was her mother's death anniversary.

Although things have been a bit tough lately, it's still a big day and we should still prepare for everything.

After returning to the Feng family, Menglan walked to the backyard.

At first glance, I saw my younger brother sitting in his wheelchair. He had a blanket over his legs and was looking up at the sky, lost in thought.

As she got closer, Menglan crouched down and looked at her younger brother with a smile, “Liangliang, what are you thinking about”

The younger brother came to his senses, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, his voice trembling slightly.

"Sis, today's spring is colder than usual. Even the cherry blossoms are a month late. I wonder if it's cold where Mom is"

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