Chapter Twenty-Six Perhaps He Would Care About Her Hurt?

a sudden Wanting to impress me"“No, I just want to say that the people in my house are completely different from what I used to know >>>”Jiang Qi Feng's eyes were dim and lifeless, his expression fil..."You're all so assertive, why don't you come be the manager" Menglan raised her sparkling eyes and smiled as she scanned the crowd.

All fell silent, heads bowed in shame, none daring to speak another word.

Meng Lan's gaze fell on Lin Tiantian's face, covered in bloodstains. She let out a snort and turned her head to look at Xiang Wan, "You beat someone like this, I'll deduct three months of your salary as compensation for her medical expenses. Any objections"

"No." Xiangwan drooped her eyes, a layer of sweat in her palm, fearing that it wasn't just a three-month salary deduction, but also other punishments.

"Just deduct three months' salary from her" Lin Tiantian stopped crying and shouted in a sharp voice, "Lan Jie, I don't accept this! She beat me like this, deducting only three months' salary from her is too cheap for her. I want..."

"What are you going to do" Menglan interrupted her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

Lin Tiantian was as if someone had choked her throat, her face flushed red and she couldn't utter a word for a long time. Blood flowed along the wound on her head, both terrifying and strangely comical.

"Get two people to take Lin Tiantian to the hospital, and everyone else can disperse." Menglan said with a smile.

The crowd jostled as people pushed and shoved, two women reluctantly stepped forward to accompany Lin Tiantian to the hospital. The rest returned to their respective dorms.

Menglan walked past Xiangwan into the dormitory, looked at the bloodstains on the ground and laughed, "Quite ruthless."

A-Wai's heart skipped a beat, her hand clenched at the edge of her pants leg before quickly releasing it. "...Um."

"Tell me, why did you hit Lin Tianting" Menglan sat on the bed, raised her eyebrows, and before she could answer, she continued, "Forget it, don't say it, I'm not interested in hearing it either."

She took out two tubes of ointment from her bag and threw them to Xiang Wan.

Towards Evening caught it and glanced at the text description. It was for treating bruises and other injuries. Holding the ointment, she hesitated several times before asking, "Did you give this to me"

"What else" Menglan stretched, propping her chin up with one hand and smiling at her, "Who do you want it to be CEO He"

"No... no." Xiang Wan's face flushed, she was flustered and embarrassed, "Thank you, Meng Lan jie. How much does the medicine cost I'll pay you."

Meng Lan was He Hanchuan's person. She thought these medicinal ointments were his intention... She was really delusional. He wished she could use her worthless life to compensate Jiang Qingran, how could he possibly care about her injuries

"No need, I don't have much money anyway." Menglan got up, avoiding the blood on the ground, and walked out gracefully.

Toward the end, A-Wan dragged her legs behind like they were filled with lead and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Dreamland Sister, can I ask you a question"

Menglan stopped her steps, turned around, and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Mr. He has said, when can I leave here" Xiangwan licked her dry lips, the eyes that were always filled with fatigue and vicissitudes flickered with a small light for the first time.

"No." Menglan brushed her hair behind her ear, every movement exuding alluring charm, "Mr. He probably hasn't thought about this question."

I never thought about this question, meaning that I would have to stay here my whole life to atone for Jiang Qingran

The fire in A-wei's eyes extinguished, she stood under the bright lights, yet couldn't see clearly before her.

Her life was shrouded in a dull gray haze. No matter which path she chose, she always ended up at the edge of a sheer precipice, facing the abyss.

"Whew—" Xiang Wan trembled as she took a deep breath, wiping away the tears that had somehow appeared at the corner of her eye. She returned to the dormitory in a daze.

*

A week flew by in the blink of an eye.

Lin Tiaan was hospitalized, and the others, having witnessed Xiang Wan's ferocity, dared not discuss her openly anymore.

But the work was still so much, she cleaned two floors by herself, every day exhausted her back and waist, yet even a single day off was just a wish.

Hallway.

"Auntie, please pay attention when you're sweeping the floor!" The man said with a disgusted look. "You got my shoes dirty!"

"Excuse me, I'll get a new towel to wipe that for you" Xiang Wan's rag hadn't even touched the other person's shoes, but she kept apologizing profusely.

Explaining

would only cause her trouble. She's already very tired and doesn't have the energy to deal with any more hassle.

"Forget it!" the man said angrily. "In the future, keep your eyes open. If you dirty it, you can't afford to pay for it, understand"

"Alright, be careful as you slide." Xiang Wan stood aside with a mop in hand, waiting for the man to pass before turning her head to Zhou Miao who had just arrived. "Looking for me"

"Menglan called you over," Zhou Miao frowned as she walked, "That man just now, his whole outfit wouldn't even cost eight thousand yuan, he's not some wealthy person. You don't need to act so subservient."

Yua Wan smiled but didn't speak.

She didn't mind, and Zhou Miao didn't say anything more. He took her to the general manager's office and then left.

向晚 knocked on the door and waited for a response before pushing it open.

Upon seeing the person inside, her face paled and she lowered her head to say, "Mr. He, Miss Menglan."

He Hanchuan sat on the sofa with his back to the light, his expression unreadable. His legs were crossed, and between his fingers, a cigarette flickered, just like when he broke her leg with a golf club two years ago.

Such he, made her wake up drenched in cold sweat countless times in the middle of the night, she didn't even have the courage to look at him.

"It came quite quickly." Menglan made a pot of tea and put it on the table, smiling. "How is Lin Tianting doing Is she able to leave the hospital"

"I don't know, I didn't go see her." Xiang Wan's nostrils flared with a thin layer of sweat, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

Has Ge Hanchuan been following up with you over the past week

Will he send her to prison with his own hands, just like two years ago

Her eyelashes fluttered uncontrollably, her throat dry, fear engulfing her completely. She should have endured it, she shouldn't have attacked Lin Tianting...

"I was just asking, why are you so tense" Menglan raised her eyes with a playful smile and handed her a cup of tea. "Have some tea and relax, I'm not going to eat you."

A faint smell of smoke lingered in the office. He, He Hanchuan, didn't say a word, didn't even move, yet his presence was everywhere, making Xiang Wan's nerves on edge to the extreme.

She took the teacup with both hands, before she could even utter a thank you, He Hanchuan suddenly swept her a glance.

Wow!

The teacup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"I'm sorry..." Xiang Wan's face was pale, she crouched down to pick up the shards on the ground. Unknowingly, a shard cut her hand, blood trickling out.

She acted as if she felt nothing, continuing to pick up the pieces on the ground.

"You can't even hold a cup of tea steady. Do you still think you are the young mistress Hm" He Hanchuan got up and walked in front of her, his gaze falling on her bleeding hand, a cold light swirling in his eyes.

Her hand was injured, but Keqing felt as if her heart was bleeding. She hung her head low and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Her eyes were lowered, her gaze drifting away. This look made He Hanchuan inexplicably irritable; he frowned and instructed Menglan, “Take care of her wounds. Don’t let anyone think I mistreat my employees.”

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