his shoulder, she blew hot air into his ear, "He Hanchuan, I want to take a bath with you."When she spoke, her lips would sometimes brush against He Hanchuan's earlobe. His earlobes and neck were flu...>>

She appeared the same as usual, but only she knew that every cell in her body was on high alert. It wasn't the nervousness of being watched by someone she liked, but rather the cautiousness of a rabbit facing a wolf—never allowing herself to relax for even a moment.

"向晚." He Hanchuan suddenly called out her name.

As his voice echoed, Xiang Wan's heart skipped a beat. She instinctively took a few steps back, putting herself on guard. "Hmm," she replied.

"You..." He glanced at her, bristling with hostility like a hedgehog. His words circled his tongue before finally emerging as, "Pour me a cup of tea."

Towards Evening lowered her head, a hint of sarcasm flashing in her eyes. She said softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. He, this is a hospital. There's no tea."

To run to the hospital and order her around, huh He's really dedicated to humiliating her.

"...Pour me a cup..." He Hanchuan hesitated for a moment before speaking, then stopped halfway through. "Nevermind."

He got up, walked to the table and poured himself a glass of water. He took a sip, half the glass, then put it down. The outside of the glass was damp with sweat from his hand.

向晚 glanced at him, licked her dry lips, and then lowered her head to sit back on the bed.

She felt that He Hanchuan's attitude toward her recently was very... strange, a feeling she couldn't describe. It was like millions of ants crawling over her limbs and spreading throughout her body, making every cell in her feel uncomfortable.

After setting down his cup, He Hanchuan continued to stare at her. Occasionally, his brows would furrow slightly, only to unfurl again quickly, his expression inscrutable.

Both of them remained silent. The ward was eerily quiet, the silence broken only by the occasional rustle of medical equipment. The atmosphere was thick with awkwardness, tinged with something unsettling.

"President He, is there something you need from me today" Xiang Wan kept her head bowed, but she could still feel He Hanchuan's gaze sweeping over her. Her back was covered in goosebumps, and she finally couldn't help but ask.

He walked a few steps and sat down beside the chair. After several times of opening his mouth, he finally asked: "Two years ago..."

He just opened his mouth, then stopped. His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He only said three words, and the blood drained from Xiang Wan's face.

Two years ago

Does He Hanchuan want to pursue the matter of her breaking Jiang Qingran's leg Or does he want to hold a grudge against her for the fact that although her family has severed ties with her, her brother-in-law and sister-in-law have always kept in touch with her

"Do you think a person should believe what they see" He Hanchuan placed his right hand on the table, his distinct knuckles tapping against the surface.

Toward Evening didn't know what he meant by that question, so she lowered her head and said, "I don't know."

"Should I or shouldn't I, answer me." He Hanchuan raised his eyes to look at her, his voice was slightly low.

Again, it was a commanding tone! Xiang Wan clenched her fists tightly, her eyes hiding resentment and disgust.

She scoffed and looked at him, "Mr. He, such a smart person, wouldn't you need to ask me such a question"

“Even the most intelligent person is still human.” He Hanchuan paused, adding with an ambiguous tone, "Humans will have all sorts of problems."

Towards Evening felt his sudden outburst of emotion was almost laughable. She clenched her fists tightly, trying hard to suppress the hatred in her heart. "Mr. He says he's just an ordinary person, how humble. Besides not being immortal, what can't you do"

Break her legs, send her to prison, force her to stay at the Dream Hotel, sever ties between her and the Xiang family... every major turning point that could change her life's trajectory was just a word from him!

Who is he

No, to her, he was the devil! A demon!

"Do you hate me" He looked at her for a while before speaking, his fingers tapping on the table more rapidly.

Toward the end, she realized that her attitude had been too extreme. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head and said, "I don't dare."

It's not that I don't hate him, but rather that I dare not. A single character makes all the difference between heaven and earth.

He choked, his Adam's apple bobbing as he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. But the tightness in his chest only intensified. He frowned slightly, opening and closing his mouth several times, but remained silent.

This was the first time A-wei had seen him so troubled, but she didn't care if he was troubled, or what he was troubled about. All that mattered to her was whether he would make things difficult for her, whether her life would become even harder.

They sat opposite each other, he looking at her, and she at the floor, in silence for a long time.

"So you truly...hate me" He Hanchuan's throat tightened, his usually aloof voice tinged with an almost imperceptible rasp.

向晚 lowered her head, silent. She only gripped her fists tightly, her fingernails digging deep into her palms.

It's more than just hate, it's intense hatred!

If she had the ability, she would definitely make him taste the pain and despair she had experienced and was going through, letting him experience the agony of being unable to survive or die!

Her silence already represented acquiescence. He Hanchuan's eyes deepened, he suddenly stood up, and walked in front of her.

Overwhelmed by the shadow of his body, A-Wan's pupils contracted, her hatred and fear intertwined. Her hands instinctively pushed back against the bed, her body leaning backward.

"Haven't you ever thought about the things you've done wrong" He lowered his body, hands supporting him like hers on the bed. His upper body leaned forward slightly, almost covering her.

In the reflection of her eyes, his image appeared. Her limbs felt strangely numb and weak, and at that moment, reason returned to her.

She took a deep breath, lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze, and said, "I broke Ms. Jiang's leg two years ago. Everything that's happening now is my fault. I apologize for my attitude earlier."

It's meaningless for her to engage in a verbal battle, it would only make her situation more difficult. She was too impulsive just now.

"Besides what happened with her, is there anything else you owe me an apology for" Her deliberate humility and aloofness added another layer of tightness to He Hanchuan's chest. He lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Towards the end, she was forced to look up at him, finding his anger inexplicable yet having to suppress her own as she replied, "No."

"What about it" He pinched her chin harder, his voice dangerously low. "Two years ago at the Jiang family and..."

Boop—

Beep —

The phone suddenly vibrated with a buzzing sound.

Towards dodged his touch, pushing herself back from the bed with both hands. "Mr. He, your phone's ringing."

The tip of her nose was filled with the scent of his cologne. She frowned, holding her breath silently.

He Hanchuan stood up, glanced at the caller ID, and hung up directly. Then, looking at Xiang Wan curled up in the corner of the hospital bed, he said with a veiled meaning: "The day before your birthday two years ago, I went to the Jiang family."

"So, it turns out Mr. He had already taken a liking to Miss Jiang back then. Forgive my poor eyesight; I actually thought he was proposing at the birthday party in front of both of you. I apologize for the awkwardness." Xiang Wan tightened her spine and chuckled wryly.

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