Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 513 Coughing Blood

The driver sat inside the car, occasionally gazing into the distance.

At the left side of the entrance to the residential area, rows of lush osmanthus trees stood. A tall figure stood beneath them, meticulously scrutinizing everyone who walked by.

He was dressed impeccably, exuding an aura of elegance and aloofness. Although people noticed his gaze, they did not find it displeasing.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Just then, a woman hurriedly approached from afar, her hair tied up to reveal her entire face.

The moment Meng Heming saw her, he was sure she was the person he was looking for. On the way, his subordinate had already shown him her photo.

Zhang Wan rushed home by subway after work. Her whole family was waiting for her to make dinner. Just as she was about to reach the entrance, a deep voice suddenly came from her side, startling her.

"Hello, Miss Zhang!"

Startled, Zhang Wan took a step back and then stopped, looking at him with a face full of confusion.

Meng Heming saw her frightened expression and quickly apologized, "I’m sorry to have startled you."

After calming herself, Zhang Wan began to scrutinize the man before her.

The man was tall and elegant, standing casually with a somber and aloof look on his virile face. The luxurious aura he exuded captivated Zhang Wan’s attention.

In Zhang Wan’s eyes, the extraordinary man before her was quite charming.

Earlier, he addressed her as "Miss Zhang," indicating he knew her.

Pondering for a moment, Zhang Wan concluded that she did not recognize the man.

"Hel-hello." Zhang Wan looked at him guardedly.

Meng Heming’s black eyes scanned over the woman, "Miss Zhang, I’ve come here with a request, and I hope you can help me."

The man’s defined features carried a sharp, formidable look, and his simple words inexplicably conveyed a sense of intimidation.

His aura was so overwhelming that even at a meter’s distance, Zhang Wan still felt a chill surrounding her.

The man’s identity must not be ordinary!

"May I ask who you are?" Zhang Wan was quite puzzled by his words.

How could a stranger ask for her help at their first meeting?

"Hello, I’m Meng Heming." He stated directly.

Meng Heming?

Zhang Wan went through the people she knew and found no relatives with the surname Meng, "Do we know each other?"

"This is our first meeting." Meng Heming replied gently, observing that the woman’s wariness hadn’t subsided.

"Then how do you know my surname is Zhang? And how did you find this place?"

A stranger could find her residence and just happen to appear after her workday at the entrance? His actions were unnervingly indicative of knowing her life very well.

"Do you remember An Ying? She once used your phone to call me."

Standing upright, he did not directly respond to her questions.

However, upon hearing his words, Zhang Wan gasped, "Is it you... Are you the one who’s been having people contact me lately? Have you been looking for her all this time?"

Zhang Wan continued to question.

"Yes, it’s me." Meng Heming nodded seriously.

From the moment she saw him, she felt he looked somewhat familiar, but she just couldn’t recall where they had met. Now, hearing his words, Zhang Wan instantly thought of that beautiful woman’s daughter...

No wonder he looked familiar; the man before her bore some resemblance to that little girl! Thinking of the anxious little girl asking for the man’s contact information, Zhang Wan began to feel sorry for her.

Being from a single-parent family herself, she deeply understood the girl’s feelings. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Meeting the man’s sharp gaze, Zhang Wan remembered the beautiful woman’s words, repeatedly urging her not to reveal any information. She had agreed at the time, so she couldn’t go back on her word.

Her mind was torn.

"I’m sorry; this is your family matter, and I shouldn’t get involved." Zhang Wan raised her head, looking at him with determination. Thinking of how he had people contacting her during that time, causing her much distress, she added, "Also, please stop sending people to harass me at work."

Although the people he sent were very polite, simply asking for the beautiful woman’s whereabouts, she deliberately exaggerated to avoid disturbances.

"Sorry!" Meng Heming promptly uttered the two-word apology upon hearing her accusation.

It was morning, and after the night shift, Zhang Wan, standing there talking for quite a while, felt exhausted. She struggled to fight the drowsiness as she saw the man’s pensive, troubled face. She averted her eyes, silently telling herself not to relent.

She had promised the beautiful woman and must keep her word!

"Mr. Meng, I have to go now."

After speaking, Zhang Wan was about to leave when she heard the man’s hoarse, trembling voice.

"Is she...okay?"

When he uttered these words, his spine slightly hunched. His pitch-black eyes appeared desolate, as if devoid of vitality. Standing against the wind, he resembled wilted grass swaying in the breeze.

Zhang Wan halted her steps, turning to see the man’s grim expression. It wasn’t hard to see the deep concern he had for the beautiful woman.

After much hesitation, Zhang Wan thought of the beautiful woman who had stayed in the hospital overnight caring for her daughter. She gently replied, "She has a hard time."

Having a hard time...

After more than twenty years, he finally heard something about her.

Meng Heming only felt a stabbing pain in his chest, and a metallic taste surged in his throat. His eyes narrowed, and he started coughing violently.

"Cough, cough..." He quickly took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth, coughed a few times, and then withdrew his hand.

Seeing his emotional state, Zhang Wan had been planning to leave. But as a healthcare worker, she couldn’t help but inquire when others were unwell, "Are you okay?"

When Zhang Wan asked this, she noticed a smear of crimson blood at the corner of his mouth. Her pupils dilated, and her gaze landed on his handkerchief, which was stained with a patch of red blood.

"What, what’s wrong with you?"

As Zhang Wan spoke, her hands shook as she took out her phone, ready to call for emergency help.

"It’s nothing." Meng Heming’s breathing was slightly labored, seeing her worried expression and reassuring her, "Old ailment."

Since he said so, Zhang Wan didn’t press further and tucked her phone back into her pocket, "I’ll be leaving then."

"Thank you!"

His deep, magnetic voice carried a trace of melancholy.

Tender-hearted, seeing the man’s tightly furrowed brow, Zhang Wan quickly turned and walked towards the residential area.

Beneath the osmanthus trees, the man’s stance was towering and upright. At this moment, his feet felt as heavy as lead as he watched the spot where she disappeared. His gaze gradually filled with melancholy.