our stomach, I’ll order some hot ones in a few minutes.”Zhao Yu smiled, "Everyone says that A-Yu dotes on his wife and sister, it's truly well-deserved.""Thank you, Mr. [Last Name]," she glanced at He...Meng Lan lifted the blanket and walked downstairs in her slippers, deciding to see what was going on.

As soon as the door was opened, they saw bodyguards carrying a sofa upstairs, while the living room was bustling with activity. The maids were busy sticking up wedding characters, cleaning, and hanging streamers and photos.

Upon seeing this, Menglan's face turned pale, and her drowsiness instantly vanished.

She rushed upstairs, "What are you doing!"

"This was Miss Wang's order, so we are tidying up the bridal suite today. Miss Meng, I hope we haven't disturbed your rest" The maid's voice was respectful.

Listen, Menglan's breathing suddenly stopped, her fists clenched tightly, and a flash of pain crossed her eyes.

The words "bridal chamber, bridal chamber" kept echoing in my mind, a sharp pain spreading through my chest.

She has already accepted the fact that Feng Mu is going to marry someone else.

What!

Why keep rubbing salt in her wounds Keep reminding her of this fact over and over again!

"All of you be careful, don't break the wedding photos, or Miss Wang won't let you off easy." At this time, a bodyguard carried in a huge picture frame and hung it on the wall.

The picture frame held a wedding photo of Feng Mu embracing Wang Zhi Shan, the latter sporting a radiant smile as she nestled in Feng Mu's arms. Both faces radiated happiness.

Seeing this scene, Meng Lan's eyes were deeply stung, her steps faltering. She had to support herself on the back of the sofa to barely stand steady.

This photo hurts a thousand times more than those insults against her!

"None of you are allowed to hang anything!" She couldn't maintain her composure, her voice a low growl, "Did you ask Feng Mu for permission before setting up the bridal chamber with such fanfare"

The bodyguard turned back to her, "It's nothing like that, it's just Miss Wang..."

“She is she, Feng Mu is Feng Mu.” Meng Lan strode forward, directly tearing the auspicious character stuck on the tea table into pieces, her voice a little harsh, "The Feng family is a century-old enterprise, always dignified and rule-abiding. Such a fanfare display of a bridal chamber, what propriety"

"Tear—!" The maid tore at the front, Menglan followed closely behind, tearing at her back.

No hanging, no hanging at all!

She couldn't bear to see these festive couplets and colorful ribbons, as if countless slaps were hitting her face, trampling on her self-esteem, and making her situation feel unbearably awkward.

The maid, unable to dissuade her, hurried upstairs and brought Wang Zhisan down. Standing at the foot of the stairs, she looked at Menglan who was deeply agitated, her face dark and cold.

She still thought that Menglan could hold it together well.

But just one wedding photo, it… actually made her so frantic.

"Mr. Meng, why are you so angry early in the morning What are you doing" Wang Zhisan asked softly. She was wearing a white dress today, adding to her willow-like graceful demeanor.

Meng Lan looked up at her, gritting her teeth and accusingly said, "You let them decorate the bridal chamber"

"It's me." Wang Zhisan lifted her skirt and walked down the stairs gracefully, "What Not beautiful"

"You didn't petition for the imperial decree of sealing the Marquisate, are you not afraid he will become angry"

Listening to Menglan's words, Wang Zhisan blinked a few times and looked at her with an especially innocent expression. After a while, she suddenly chuckled softly, her voice relaxed, "I am Feng Gege's fiancee, is it possible that I can't even decide on the decorations for the bridal chamber"

"The reason I decorated the bridal suite is because my husband and I have a lot of friends in our circle. They'll be coming to visit our home, so it can't be dull and lifeless, right Dream Boss, you wouldn't be jealous, would you"

She spoke with such conviction that there was no opportunity for Meng Lan to argue back. Her fists clenched and unclenched, struggling to contain the surge of emotion within her.

Suddenly, she felt rather ridiculous.

Yes, who is she

Wang Zhisan, with just the light and airy title of "Madame," was enough to suppress her, so... what qualifications did she have to be pointing fingers here

"No, how you hang yourself is none of my concern." Menglan was utterly hopeless, she took a weary deep breath, out of sight, out of mind. She turned and was about to go upstairs.

“Stop!” Wang ZhiShan called out in a low voice, walking over and tightly grasping her hand. She feigned intimacy with a smile, “Dream Boss, to be honest, I admire your personality very much. We could even become good friends. I hear you’re a great cook and are quite popular with Feng Mu. Why don’t you take care of my breakfast from now on”

Dream Orchid pulled away her hand, the disgust in her eyes undisguised. "Why"

"Ouch~" Wang Zhisan's delicate footsteps faltered, her fingers supporting her temples.

A maid immediately came to help her up and scoffed at Meng Lan, "She really thinks she's so high-class! Miss Wang, you're just too kind. Mr. Feng himself told us last night to treat you with the utmost respect, everyone in this household must follow suit."

Tears welled up in Wang Zhisan's eyes, she gently pulled open her lips, but her smile was as weak as a white lotus.

"It's not that simple, Dream Boss is my sister after all. She's resentful of me, so I must have done something wrong."

"That's not fair either. She purposely scratched your hand yesterday, and today she openly challenged you. Let's be honest, she's just a woman from a brothel. Mr. Feng only kept her and her sickly brother out of kindness, you are the real Mrs. Feng!" The maid felt even more sympathy for her, her voice rising in indignation.

For a moment, all the maids in the living room were attracted by her movements and busily followed behind Menglan, pointing this way and that.

Menglan wasn't planning on causing trouble, but when she heard the maid say 'frail little brother', she suddenly turned around and looked down at the maid.

"What did you just say"

Her aura was powerful, her usually calm eyes now filled with a chilling coldness, so intense it felt like it could pierce through bone.

"I..." the maid was so frightened that she forgot to defend herself.

Normally they treat Menglan as an invisible person, completely ignoring her. They've never seen her with such a powerful aura.

Bang—

Menglan slapped her face directly, her expression cold. The maid was caught off guard and reacted by trying to scratch back, "You dare hit me!"

Before she could even touch the Dream Orchid, she was grabbed by the wrist, her eyes blazing with killing intent. "If you dare say another bad word about my brother, it won't be as simple as a slap. Don't believe me Try it!"

"I..." The maid was terrified and hurriedly hid behind Wang Zishan.

Wang Zhisan bit her lip tightly, her face full of pitiful expression. She whispered, “Boss Meng, please don’t be angry. I apologize for them.”

"But I believe you're so intelligent, for the sake of protecting your younger brother, you wouldn't do anything to frame me, right"

Menglan let out a cold snort, her nails digging into the palm of her hand. She was too powerless to argue back. The festering wound in her heart seemed to be oozing pain relentlessly, and her throat felt like it had a long, sharp fish bone stuck in it, neither able to swallow nor spit out.

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