ed her head and asked him, "Mr. Jiang, what can I get for you""I told you to sit down, didn't I hear you!" Jiang Qifeng's voice rose a few octaves, his amber eyes tinged with red from drinking too muc...Feng Mu raised his head from the computer, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses as he glanced at the planning document.

Looking at the several plans prepared, he suddenly smirked, "He's certainly prepared."

"Mr. Feng, this..."

Feng Mu looked at the wedding photo of himself and Wang Zhisan on the cover of the planning book, frowning, and pushed his hand hard on the table. "You choose, don't ask me about this kind of thing in the future."

He clearly understood that the old man was deliberately reminding him that his wedding date was getting closer.

Tell him to calm down and stay away from...Menglan. The more you pressure him, the more he resents this marriage.

Even if he didn't love Wang Zhisan before, the union between their families was still beneficial for business, and he didn't dislike it.

Lately, his heart has been in turmoil. Every time the old man brought him wedding gifts, his mind would involuntarily conjure up Menglan's face.

He had never... felt so out of control before!

Damn it, I'm incredibly agitated!

Feng Mu was about to continue working, but when the distinct fingers struck the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the screen gradually lost focus and he forgot what he was typing.

He simply slammed his computer shut, grabbed the car keys from the desk, and walked out of the company.

The car sped along the highway, he stepped on the accelerator to increase the speed, and unconsciously arrived at the hospital entrance.

As a result, he didn't even know what he was thinking when he got out of the car.

But since he was here, there was no need for him to leave.

He took the elevator straight to Menglan's ward, but found the room empty!

Feng Mu's heart suddenly tightened. His hawk-like eyes scanned the room and he realized Meng Lan's bag hadn't been taken. It seemed she wasn't running away. He should go ask the nurse at the door.

"You mean the female patient in this ward I saw her taken away by a young, handsome guy this afternoon. He didn't say where he was taking her, just that she'd be brought back tonight."

A young, handsome guy… Feng Mu's mind immediately had the answer. His dangerous gaze half-closed as he looked at the surface calm, but his heart was already churning with a sudden storm!

A strong sense of jealousy, already filled my mind.

Well done!

……

Han Cheng directly drove his car onto the highway and traveled for a long distance.

Dream Orchid didn't ask about the destination much, instead tilting her head towards the car window, gazing at the scenery outside. She had seen many lakes, but it had been a long time since she had taken such a moment to look at water so clear...

She slowly rolled down the car window, extending her hand out to feel the warm breeze gently caress her face. Her tense features softened gradually.

Hanzheng was driving with one hand, his eyes constantly fixed on the rearview mirror, observing Meilan's serene countenance.

In that instant, she saw the shadow of her high school self again.

His eyes held a glimmer of adoration, and the corners of his lips curled into a subtle smile.

"Squeal—" A sound of tires screeching against the pavement, Han Cheng brought the car to a stop.

Dream Lan opened her eyes, which were still a little sleepy. She looked at the small tavern outside and her eyes widened in surprise, "This is...a secret base"

"Yeah." Han Cheng went around the front of the car, opened the door, and held out his hand to Menglan. "Remember how we used to come here to play every time we had a vacation from college with our allowance Let's go in. Uncle is waiting for us inside."

"Uncle…" Menglan's lips parted, a nervous flutter in her heart as she trembled and held out her hand.

The small tavern is a bit out of the way, but right across the street from the high-rise buildings, it's Haiqing High School! That place holds so many memories for them.

As soon as Meng Lan turned her head, she could see the school's roof.

But she was unwilling and too afraid to do so.

She pushed open the door. It had been many years since she last visited. Meng Lan looked around the tavern, her eyes welling up with emotion.

Besides some new wooden tables and chairs, everything else remained exactly the same.

Haneul-dong felt like home. He casually called out, and before long, the kitchen curtain was pulled open.

A white-haired old man with a kind smile walked out, excitedly shouting, "Haha, children welcome home!"

"Uncle, I almost died missing you abroad." Han Cheng walked up with a cheerful smile, casually extending his hand to give him a tight embrace.

"You rascal, you've been overseas for so many years and haven't even sent a letter." The old man patted his chest and rolled his eyes. "You've changed so much. I haven't forgotten that back in the day, every night my tavern would be full of your classmates confessing their love to you, and some even fighting for you..."

"Uncle, let's not talk about the past anymore. Come and see the big guest I brought for you!"

Han Cheng walked merrily, dragging her grandfather to Meng Lan’s side. Her grandfather looked at her, the tenderness in his eyes unabated. After a long silence, he called out to her, "Girl."

Hearing that familiar address, Menglan's nose inexplicably soured. She gathered her courage and raised her head. Her hoarse voice, tinged with fatigue, said, "Uncle, long time no see."

"Good." Abo tightly grasped her palm and patted it lovingly, his eyes reddening. He whispered softly, "Girl, you've lost so much weight."

"I just wanted to check in. Since Menglan didn't seem like she wanted to explain, I stopped asking and said, "Alright, you two go sit down first. I made some fresh dumplings especially for you guys. Try them and see if they taste like the old ones."

Saying that, the old man enthusiastically walked towards the kitchen.

Han Cheng reached out and touched Meng Lan's shoulder, leading her to a seat by the window. He smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, you used to like sitting here the best, didn't you"

"Hmm." Menglan responded, her gaze unconsciously shifting to the opposite side, landing on a corner where a piano stood. Her eyes widened in surprise!

There used to always be a microphone set up there, and every evening resident singers would come to perform. I didn't expect the equipment here to be completely unchanged.

"The 'Secret Base' tavern used to be run by Uncle Ah and his wife, but a few years ago, his wife passed away. Since then, the shop has been inherited by his son, who they say is doing quite well."

Han Cheng sat across from her, looking at her with more curiosity, and opened his mouth to explain, “This isn’t that Uncle heard you were coming, it’s rare for you to come to the shop, so he specially made dumplings for you to eat.”

"Uncle, he has a heart..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ah-Bo rushed out carrying two plates of dumplings. Just like every day, he bellowed in a loud voice, "Children, the dumplings are here! Come and have a taste!"

Han Cheng hastily snatched the plate from him, his mouth twitching downwards in displeasure. "Uncle, we're almost thirty, don't keep calling us children."

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