Chapter Fifty-Eight: I'll Pay for the Teacup Later
r it. Now that she, a dancer, couldn't even dance, and yet comforted him instead, it made his heart ache all the more.He clenched his fists, his eyes filled with struggle and resentment. He looked at..."Brother Hanchuan is such a good boss to the club employees, a truly kind-hearted employer." Jiang Qingran's eyes flashed as she pushed her wheelchair to the table, "No wonder so many people like working for Brother Hanchuan."
There was a certain distance between the wheelchair and the table, she struggled to pick up the teapot, her hand trembled, and the boiling tea inside splashed directly onto Xiangwan's leg.
"Hiss!" The work clothes were very thin, and the scalding water almost splashed directly onto Xiang Wan's body. She was in pain and gasped, a cold sweat instantly appearing on her forehead.
Her entire right thigh was soaked, the water from the teapot should have been almost entirely poured on her. Jiang Qingran was really steady in doing things.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, he was already out of his seat, but seeing that the water had splashed onto Xiang Wan, he sat back down, his hand resting on the table, tapping the surface impatiently.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't hold the teapot steady!" Jiang Qingran hurriedly placed the teapot on the table, her slightly flushed eyes filled with remorse. "Was it painful I'm so sorry, I didn't know it would happen like this. If I had known, I would rather have been thirsty than..."
He Hanchuan's voice was slightly cool as he interrupted her, telling Xiang Wan, "Go take a look at your leg. You don't have to come to work these few days."
"Thank you... Thank you, General He." Xiang Wan whispered an apology, forcing down the pain as she glanced at the table. "Can I... Can I borrow a teacup... please"
He Hanchuan tapped the table a little faster, his voice carrying a hint of coldness, “Use it.”
“Are you thirsty and want some water Let me get it for you.” Jiang Qingran was blushing with embarrassment, she eagerly went to fetch the teapot.
向晚 picked up an empty teacup, struggling to hold back the impulse to smash it at her. "I'm not thirsty."
"Not thirsty Then what do you need a teacup for" Jiang Qingran put the teapot back on the table and said worriedly, "The water is so hot, you should go to the hospital right away."
In her feigned concern, W向 晚 carelessly smashed the teacup to the ground. Picking up a shard, she slashed it across her clothes, leaving a small cut. She grasped the wound with both hands, squeezing tightly.
Rip!
Her clothes were torn, revealing a leg that was red and raw with over a dozen blisters from burns. The blisters crisscrossed the old scars on her thigh, making for a horrifying sight.
If we don't tear the clothes apart now, the water will soak in and the clothes will stick together later. She'll have a hard time then.
He stared at those bubbles and scars for a moment, his tapping on the table stopped, for some unknown reason, his bony fingers seemed to tremble slightly.
"I'll pay for the teacups later." Xiangwan wiped the cold sweat trickling down her forehead and walked out with great difficulty.
Her right leg already had an old injury, and now it was scalded by the boiling tea. When she walked, her limp and slow pace were even more obvious.
He Hanchuan's pupils reflected her slender figure. His slightly furrowed brows had relaxed, but his eyes held a deeper intensity.
"You're hurt like this, it's not convenient for you to go to the hospital yourself. I'll have Hanchuan find someone to take you." Jiang Qingran spun his wheelchair and quickly caught up with Xiang Wan, grabbing her arm.
The more she acted sincere, the more Xiang Wan felt disgusted, “You don’t have to…”
As the last rays of light caught He Hanchuan, she swallowed the "fake concern" that had reached her throat, and said, "No need to trouble Miss Jiang, I can just take a taxi there."
"Don't bother, this is my fault anyway. It's only right that I had someone take you to the hospital. Please don't be polite with me. You got hurt because of me, and if you still refuse me like this, I'll feel even more guilty." Jiang Qingran took out his phone as if he was about to make a call.
He Hanchuan took all of this in, lowered his eyes, and a dark glint flashed in his eyes.
Tap!
Just then, Menglan pushed the door open and walked in. She glanced at Xiang Wan's ferocious legs and covered her red lips in surprise, "What happened"
"Nothing..." Xiangwan originally wanted to say nothing, but seeing Jiang Qingran on the phone, she licked her dry lips. "It's burned, I need to go to the hospital. Lanjie, can you find someone to take me to the hospital"
"Come on, I'll find someone for you right now." Meng Lan glanced at Jiang Qingran, her shimmering peach blossom eyes raised slightly, and helped Xiang Wan leave.
Jiang Qingran stared blankly at the empty doorway for a while before pushing her wheelchair over and closing the office door.
She bit her lip and said softly, "Lan Jie's eyes just now... did we misunderstand something"
"Isn't that the truth" He Hanchuan stood up, one hand in his suit pocket, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes full of sarcasm.
"I did burn Guagua, that's a fact." Jiang Qingran lowered her eyes, looking guilty with a hint of grievance, "But it was really inconvenient for me to pour tea while sitting in a wheelchair. Guagua... she should understand, right"
He let out a cold snort, tapping his fingers on the table with a staccato rhythm. "If I'm not mistaken, you haven't been to Dreamland for several months."
Jiang Qingran looked at him with confusion, "Huh Why did you suddenly bring this up, Hanchuan"
"How have you been working so hard these past two months" He Hanchuan stopped tapping on the table, sat up straight, and said word by word, "And every time I just arrive, you come too. Isn't that a little too coincidental"
Jiang Qingran blinked, feigning innocence, "You didn't mention it, so I didn't notice. It really is like that."
"Once or twice could be coincidence, but if it happens too many times, it's definitely not." He Hanchuan stood up, his hands propping him up on the table, his eyes fixed on Jiang Qingran. "Qingran, don't push my buttons."
The air in the office seemed to freeze at that moment.
"Hanchuan ge, what are you saying I don't understand." Ran asked softly, her eyes flickering.
He lowered his head to smooth out the slightly wrinkled suit jacket, his short hair glittering in the sunlight, flashing a cold light. “You’re a smart person, don’t make me be too explicit. The window paper is torn, it won't be good for you.”
"You don't think I'm following you or having someone watch you, do you" Jiang Qingran sighed, a little helplessly. "I just wanted to talk to you about my brother's engagement next month, and coincidentally heard you were here, so I came over. It's not as complicated as you think."
He sat back down, glaring coldly at her without a word.
Their eyes met, a silent undercurrent of tension surging between them.
"I'm telling the truth, if Brother Hanchuan doesn't believe me, there's nothing I can do about it." Jiang Qingran shrugged, a hint of dejection in his eyes.
Han Chuan twitched his lips, but there wasn't a hint of a smile in his eyes. "I don't like women who lie to me, and," he raised his eyes and gave her a cold glance, "The He family never lacks marriage candidates."
“After all, everyone knows about the incident two years ago where I injured Han Chuan’s leg. If the He family were to change their marriage partner, it would probably damage their reputation. If someone with malicious intent were to use the media to hype this up, the stock price of the He Group would be unpredictable.” Jiang Qingran had a faint smile on her lips.
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