of colors in the sunlight.Mr. He seems to have genuine hope for the child in her belly now, so... where would she even get a child from"Having a child, how can you still leave" Old Master He glared wi..."Aunt Zhao, I'll be in charge of taking care of you this time." Feng Mu spoke, "There's still something going on at the company, I'll go deal with it first, and I'll come see you in the evening."

"No need, you're busy with work. Don't make a special trip just for me." Menglan's expression was indifferent. After refusing, she clutched the blanket tightly, covering half her face.

Feng Mu remained silent, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Since Menglan was hospitalized, he seemed to choose silence most of the time, as if afraid of causing conflict.

"Rest well." He raised his slender finger to caress her temple, looked at her silently for a moment, then got up and left.

Mulan couldn't figure out what he was thinking. After falling silent, her nose inexplicably ached, and tears slid down her cheeks.

But soon, she buried her face thoroughly under the blanket.

The sobs were very soft, so soft that she couldn't even hear them herself.

Feng Mu's kindness towards her was something she had once yearned for but could never have.

Anything good that appears at a time when someone's heart is dead and no longer needs it, will have no meaning. She doesn't care for it in the slightest.

……

During her hospitalization, Feng Mu would visit her every day on schedule, deliberately ignoring her reluctance. He'd walk in by himself and tidy up her room.

He never came empty-handed. Every time he visited her, he brought different things, sometimes pastries, and sometimes fresh fruit.

For his appearance, Menglan didn't feel any emotion at all, only oppression. So most of the time she was very silent towards him, speaking only when necessary.

Feng Mu didn't mind either. He would just come over every day, sit with her holding his computer, and watch her climb into bed by herself before leaving.

Meng Lan knew deep down that the quieter their days became, the farther apart she and Feng Mu drifted.

The more she had nothing to say, the stronger her desire to leave completely became.

But the premise is, she has to clear her father's name!

……

Although the days in the hospital were boring, since being hospitalized for rest, her bodyguard's watch over her had relaxed a lot.

That day, Menglan took advantage of the afternoon when the bodyguards were changing shifts. She wore a black casual outfit, a baseball cap, and hurried out of the hospital.

She had booked a taxi online and was waiting at the door. It didn't take more than ten minutes before the car came to a smooth stop in front of her.

After getting into the car, the driver took her straight to the direction of the prison.

Menglan had already communicated with the warden a day in advance, and upon arrival, the police at the gate led her to the visiting room.

She sat nervously on the chair, her slender fingers tightly clutching at the edge of her clothes, anxiously waiting for her father.

Not long after, the father walked out of prison, backlit, his features still unclear.

But just remember, the image of my father, so tall and imposing.

But now, the man who walked out was just skin and bones, his hair shaved close to his scalp, his face covered in wrinkles that spoke of years gone by... He wasn't like the father she remembered!

Menglan slowly stood up, tears streaming down her cheeks. She slightly parted her red lips, trying to utter the word 'Dad'.

She was too unfamiliar, she couldn't even utter her name. Tears, however, flowed uncontrollably like a valve had been opened. She reached out to wipe them away, but the more she wiped, the more tears came.

"Rui'er!"

Father spoke first, his voice hoarse. Listening to it felt a bit awkward, "My daughter, why have you lost so much weight, you..."

A thick glass door stood between them, seeming to widen the distance between father and daughter.

Menglan stood up, her long fingers pressing against the glass door. She couldn't smooth out her father's furrowed brow with her own hands; she could only force back her tears and motion for him to sit back down in his chair.

Both sides stared at each other in silence for a while. Menglan didn't want the atmosphere to be too heavy, so she was the first to chuckle lightly,

"How are you"

"I... I'm fine." Father clenched his fists nervously, his words stumbling. "And you"

"I'm fine."

"What about Liangliang If I'm not mistaken, he should be quite tall now, still in school" Father mimed a height with his hand, his eyes filled with kindness.

“Yes, Liangliang is in high school now. He studies very well, but because he’s busy with his studies, he can’t come see you.”

She didn't mention her brother's heart condition. After all, what difference would it make It's just one more person to worry about.

Don't be fooled by the unassuming appearance of this small prison.

Those who enter, cannot leave. Those outside, constantly yearn to be within.

"That's good, it's fine that you and your younger brother are safe." Liu Changming was delighted, after such a long time apart, they only chatted about everyday things, there wasn't much else to say.

Until the police reminded them that they didn't have much time left for their visit.

Mulan slowly raised her eyes, her gaze serious as she looked at Liu Changming. "I want to help you clear your name," she said, "so I need you to tell me the truth about what happened that year."

"You..." Liu Changming was astonished, and then his arm trembled.

Perhaps he was frightened by Menglan's determined gaze. He hurriedly waved his hand, his tone filled with refusal, "No, it's been so many years, forget about it, child!"

"I can't forget." Menglan's voice was a little agitated, "All these years I think you must have been very painful too, you know Me and my brother were also being talked about outside."

"If we're really innocent, why can't we just say it Dad, please tell me everything that happened back then. Trust me."

"I..."

Liu Changming let out a heavy sigh, once again ripping open the wounds of the past, his face etched with pain.

But he just paused for a moment before continuing, "Back then, I stayed locked in the lab day and night researching a cure for Uncle's stomach cancer. For this new stomach cancer drug, I spent a full decade researching before making any progress at all."

To avoid any mistakes with the medication, I proceed with utmost care at every step. Even for patients who voluntarily come forward to be test subjects, I personally oversee their involvement.

Later, a new cancer drug for stomach cancer was developed very successfully. Before it was officially launched, I gave your Uncle Feng the first pill of the new drug. As a result, the medicine was mixed with another ingredient and something went wrong...

At this point, he stuck his fingers into his hair, clutching them tightly, a glimmer of collapse appearing in his eyes!

Dream Orchid's face was heavy, unable to speak. Only when she saw her father's emotions gradually calming down did she continue, reminding him.

"Not long ago, I saw a special certificate for your new drug from back then in Wang Guangkun's study. I suspect he is involved..."

"Wang Guangkun, this despicable scoundrel!"

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