Chapter Eighty: Jiang Qingran was right

tie—"Another one grinned, showing a set of uneven baby teeth, his eyes disappearing behind the smile, "Auntie—"When a child calls out to someone, their pronunciation is not always clear, with a milky...Voices of Zhong YuXuan and Ren XiaoYa could be heard outside the door. They were talking, but it was difficult to make out what they were saying. One could only tell from their tone that Ren XiaoYa, who usually seemed cheerful and playful, appeared somewhat angry.

向晚 spread her hands, looking at the thin calluses on her palms. She suddenly smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

At half past five in the afternoon, Xiangyu came over carrying a bunch of things she liked to eat. "I went to several stores and queued for the whole afternoon to buy these, eat more."

He put everything on the table, handed her a pair of chopsticks and a disposable lunch box, then picked up a bottle of white wine and placed it on the table.

"Why are you drinking" asked her sister. Her brother didn't usually like alcohol, finding it unpleasant, so she just casually inquired.

Xiang Yu pressed down the restlessness in his heart, poured himself half a cup of white wine, and drank it all in one go. "I just want to have a drink."

He wasn't wearing a suit jacket or a tie. His shirt was open at the top two buttons, revealing his collarbone and glimpses of his chest muscle.

When he drank, his movements became larger. His shirt was slightly open, revealing a scratch from his right collarbone to the bone that ran down his neck.

"What's with the mark on your neck" Xiang Wan put down her chopsticks and said, frowning slightly.

Towards, Yu was startled and quickly tugged at his collar. Then he hurriedly put on an ambiguous and suggestive look, "You saw it What's the point of asking You're all adults, shouldn't you be able to figure it out"

"Brother," Xiang Wan stared at him, her eyes dark and bottomless.

Xiang Yu scratched his neck and mumbled, "You went to prison for two years, how come you're a different person"

"Don't change the subject," Xiangwan said.

Xiang Yu was so angry he could barely contain himself. He had been wanting to vent to someone for a long time.

He slammed his chopsticks down on the table and recounted everything that had happened today with embellishments.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and drank a glass of white wine in one gulp, roaring in a low voice: "I actually thought Dad was really going to fight for you, dammit! I'm so pissed!"

"Jiang Qingran is right," Xiangwan's eyes flashed a moment of gloom as she softly said.

Xiang Yu heard, but didn't understand. "Huh"

"Don't you understand why Dad changes his face so quickly" Xiang Wan chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Because Jiang Qingran is right, Dad said that all he said was fueled by years of suppressed anger, but mostly he just wants the Jiang family to know that he doesn't have it easy either."

That's why Jiang Qingran used the amusement park project to appease her father's anger... Hmph, she had never thought before that one day her father would use the harm she had suffered to bargain for benefits.

Xiang Yu's expression shifted, and finally, his face turned ashen as he grabbed the bottle and poured liquor into his mouth. Tears mingled with the alcohol and streamed down his cheeks.

"Don't drink so much, you'll feel unwell." Xiang Wan snatched the wine bottle away and placed it on the table. Her heart felt as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid, instantly becoming riddled with holes, aching to the point of suffocation.

"Why is it like this, Wanwan" Xiang Yu pounded his chest forcefully, choking back tears. "Your parents used to love you so much, how come they suddenly... just became like this"

向晚 took out a few tissues and wiped the wine and tears from his face, "You've been out for too long, go back, Mom and Dad and your sister-in-law will be worried."

"I'm not going back! I told the old man when I left today, I'm never returning home!" Xiang Yu hardly ever drank, his eyes were already a little blurry, "That heartless home, I don't ever want to go back!"

"A-Wan let out a soft sigh, "If you don't go back, what about your sister-in-law and the two children Brother, you're already an adult, don't be so impulsive."

"Mrs. Lin and Mr. Jiang, they...hic...they could believe Jiang Qingran that scheming b*tch, how could their parents...how could they not..." Xiang Yu didn't finish his sentence, he collapsed onto the table and let out a snore.

向晚 got out of bed, wincing at the pain in her legs, and somewhat clumsily carried him to the bedside table. She covered him with a blanket.

From doing so much physical labor in the prison and the Dream Inn, her arms had become strong.

She took a few tissues and, in Xiangyu's soft whispers, wiped away the tears on his face. Then she walked out of the ward with unsteady steps, stood by the corridor window, and stared blankly into the distance.

The night was as dark as a lurking beast, and the jagged tree shadows became its limbs, reaching out with claws to pounce on her.

"Injured and still standing outside, your legs don't want to work anymore"

A slightly cool, familiar voice came from behind her. Xiang Wan's body stiffened instantly, as if she was in an ice cellar, her limbs freezing stiff.

She turned to He Hanchuan, lowered her head and said, "Mr. He."

How could he be here

"He hummed softly, his nonchalant gaze falling on her injured right leg. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he didn't speak again.

His gaze was tangible, like that old golf club, striking inch by inch against Xiang Wan's legs.

Her nostrils were beaded with a thin sheen of sweat, her butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly. The words “Is there something you need” lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t bring herself to utter a single one.

She hated Jiang Qi Feng, Jiang Qing Ran, and even He Han Chuan. But towards the latter, besides hatred, there was also a deeper fear, a fear that went to her very bones.

"If you don't want your legs, just tell me directly. You don't have to make it so complicated." He Hanchuan retracted his gaze and let out a light sneer.

"No." Xiang Wan licked her dry lips, sweat trickling down her cheek. "The ward was too stuffy, I just came out to open the window, I'm going back to rest now."

She turned and walked to the front of the ward. She opened the window and was about to open the door when she stopped—

The people behind her followed closely, now standing at the door of the ward.

"Hello, General... Is something the matter" Xiang Wan lowered her head, her uneven short hair covering the scar at the edge of her eyebrows, only revealing her pale face.

He lowered his eyes, gazing at her hair bun, slightly stunned. "I'm a little thirsty," he said, stepping inside. "I'll go grab some water."

"I'm so sorry, the dinner was too salty tonight, and I drank all the hot water we had." Xiang Wan clenched the corner of her clothes, her back already soaked.

She had already told He Hanchuan, in front of his face, that she wanted to cut off relations with him, but now her brother was lying in her hospital ward.

She didn't care what would happen to the Wangs, but she didn't want to drag her brother down.

He raised her chin slightly, forcing her to look at him.

Towards the evening, she was forced to look into his deep, bottomless eyes, her body trembling slightly out of control.

Even looking at him, she couldn't guess his thoughts, and the unknown frightened her.

"向晚." He pinched her chin and suddenly leaned closer.

His handsome face gradually enlarged before her eyes, and she could even see the fine fuzz on his cheeks.

Her heart beat wildly, as if it were about to burst from her chest. She couldn't bear to look at him anymore, so she lowered her gaze and took a step back with her right foot, trying to create some distance between them.

Kaga Hankawa suddenly put one hand on her waist, holding her tightly against him.

Their bodies were pressed close together, her softness against his hardness, an inexplicable mix of sensuality and ambiguity. Yet, it couldn't conceal the indifference in his eyes or the panic in hers.

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