."Thinking of this, she took out a sapphire-blue gift box from her LV handbag and handed it over, "I didn't know it was your birthday, the present was prepared hastily, please take a look and see if y...Menglan bit her lip tightly, a touch of helplessness in her eyes.

Just when she was at a loss, Feng Mu suddenly stepped forward, snatched the camera from the paparazzi's hands, and with a loud "bang," smashed it heavily onto the ground.

"Ah!"

The paparazzi stood there dumbfounded, watching as the lens shattered. A flicker of despair crossed his eyes.

"Oh, my camera! That's the company's prized possession! If this is broken, I'm out half a year's salary."

The paparazzi was crouched on the ground, crying in despair.

Kefeng's eyes held no trace of mercy, he coldly stared at the paparazzi, his voice chillingly thin, "If anyone dares to film without permission again, their fate will be the same!"

After that, no one dared to speak another word.

Even the paparazzi, who were having a field day, covered their cameras and none of them dared to get closer.

After all, the one speaking is Feng Mu.

This person, with just a stomp of their foot, could shake the entire city of Hai Cheng. Who would dare to offend them lightly!

Feng Mu stepped forward, and when he looked at Meng Lan's helpless appearance, a tinge of pain flashed in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid," Feng Mu reached out and hugged her shoulder, his low voice laced with power. "You can go in boldly, I'll have your back."

Meng Lan pursed her lips, a warm feeling blooming in her chest when she heard his words.

She knew, as long as Feng Mu was by her side, she could do anything.

This sense of groundedness, she couldn't even tell where it came from.

……

Meng Lan walked into the ward and pushed open the door.

Chen Dazhuang's wife had just woken up, her face was extremely pale, and she rested against the headboard.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she finally raised her head, and when she saw Menglan, a flicker of excitement flashed in her eyes.

"Awake"

Menglan walked to her bedside, lowering her eyes and looking at her with a heavy gaze. “I heard them say that you’re called Fat Auntie, so I’ll call you Fat Auntie too.”

Aunt tightly pursed her lips, not uttering a word.

Meng Lan's eyes grew even heavier, her tone deliberately sharper. "Aren't you going to give me an explanation Why would you smear the Xiangshi Group in front of the media"

"Did I deliberately smear him"

The fat woman's laughter grew more and more excited, as if she had heard a joke. "Don't think that just because you saved me, I will go easy on you. I never framed you in the first place. My husband's death is inextricably linked to you."

"Everything needs evidence. Just talking out of your mouth is defamation!" Menglan reminded coldly.

"Well, you don't believe me, do you"

The aunt took out a cell phone from the bed and flipped to a surveillance video. She threw it in front of Menglan with force, "Open your eyes wide and take a good look, this is the evidence."

"At the time, my husband was working the night shift. He was supposed to be alone guarding the machine, but at one o'clock in the morning, he suddenly got into an argument with a colleague inside the factory."

Upon hearing what the plump aunt said, Menglan lowered her gaze and stared at the monitor on her phone.

As expected, Chen Dazhuang had an argument with a male colleague an hour before the incident.

Perhaps because the two had argued too fiercely, this male colleague angrily said to Chen Datang, “You are just a waste. Firing you is the company’s choice. If you don’t obediently comply, then don’t blame me for not leaving any face for you!”

After he finished speaking, the male colleague turned and left.

It was because of this sentence that the tragedy began.

After the argument, Chen Da Zhuang was locked in the warehouse for about an hour because of an accident caused by gas leakage.

After understanding the situation, A-Wan's face turned grave, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy for the plump aunt.

Thus, her voice softened a few points, "Whether Mr. Chen's death was an accident or a murder, our company will investigate and give you a satisfactory answer. But please be rational about this, after all, this matter has nothing to do with the company..."

"Bang!"

The fat aunt could no longer contain her anger, raising her hand and slamming it heavily on the table.

“What do you mean by ‘no connection’ Are you accusing me of framing you” The aunt, her voice trembling with anger, shrieked at her. “Don’t think I can’t find your dirty secrets! I’ve investigated everything. It was this gay man who intentionally locked my husband in the warehouse, causing him to be poisoned and die.”

"And this male colleague is the manager assigned to you by your company. The reason he had a dispute with my husband is because people in your leadership team dislike that my husband works slowly and want to fire him."

The more Aunty cried, the worse it got, "And my foolish husband, he was only focused on making money. He wouldn't accept being fired, so he argued with the supervisor for a bit. Unexpectedly, this supervisor actually had murderous intentions! Oh dear, what a tragedy!"

Upon hearing Aunty Fat's words, Menglan froze in place, a hint of astonishment flashing in her eyes.

How could this be

Their leadership level has not made any decisions about Chen Daizhuang's resignation at all. In other words, they don't even know Chen Daizhuang.

Who is the one pulling the strings behind the scenes

“It’s all your fault, it’s all your fault!” The fat aunt cried enough, raised her eyes and glared viciously at Menglan, wanting to rush towards her, “Ruthless company, ruthless leader, if it weren’t for you, how could my husband have died Come pay with your life!”

Speaking, the plump aunt got up from the bed, picked up a vase beside her, and smashed it towards Menglan.

Menglan momentarily didn't avoid his gaze, panic flashing in her eyes.

Seeing the vase about to smash into her, she bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut.

Just as Menglan was about to endure the pain, a tall figure suddenly appeared before her, blocking her way.

"Bang!"

Only the sound of a vase shattering was heard.

"Mmm!" the man groaned, pressing his cheek against her ear.

Menglan was truly startled and instinctively raised her hand to touch his back. When she touched a hand of blood, she trembled all over in fright.

For a long time, she struggled to find her voice, "Feng Mu, what's wrong with you Don't scare me."

"I'm... I'm fine." Feng Mu's voice was laced with a hint of soothing, "Be good, don't be nervous, I'm here. I won't let anything hurt you."

Although he said so, a sheen of sweat had already formed on his forehead because of the pain.

For some unknown reason, when she heard his voice, Meng Lan's heart ached as if it were being pierced by a needle, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Doctor, doctor!"

Dream Orchid pressed the call button on her bedside, as if she had grasped a lifeline.

Luckily, after a while, the doctor pushed a small bicycle over and took Feng Mu out to be bandaged.eOld Master Feng went to the temple early in the morning to offer incense. As soon as he walked out with the help of the servant, he saw the steward rushing towards him with a newspaper in his hand."M...