Chapter Seven: For a man, you're still so low
ossed the remaining half of the pastry into his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "You marrying Jiang Qingran, your mother..."He paused for a moment, then continued, "Isn't that awkward"The re...But thinking of going home...
Taking a deep breath, she bowed her head again and slowly knelt down.
.
This kneeling shocked even Song Qiao. He Hanchuan stood behind her, his eyes filled with coldness.
"Mr. Jiang, I hope you'll forgive me..."
Before she could finish her words, a glass of strong liquor was thrown in her face. "Huanghuang, two years have passed, and you're still so pathetic for a man."
When the evening star blinked, she paused for a moment, catching her breath and wiping the wine from her face before realizing that Jiang Qi Feng had already left.
He might be very disappointed in himself.
He looked at her calmly, then walked over and stopped in front of her. “Since the guest hasn’t forgiven you yet,” he said, “then kneel down.”
Then, he strode away.
"Ge Hanchuan..." From behind, Xiang Wan called out his name, her voice soft as she asked, "Do you like Jiang Qingran that much"
> Li Ke likes to, even hates her more than his own biological brother.
"What did you say" he paused, lowering his gaze to look at her.
向晚 raised her head, her makeup was smudged, the black and white patches were especially comical at this moment, but her expression was one of despair, "He Hanchuan, I really regret it. If I had known you liked her, I would never have developed any feelings for you. Liking you was the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life."
He heard this time, his originally gloomy face becoming even more hideous. After a moment, he laughed, but it was more terrifying than not laughing at all: “Is that so”
But what can be done Wanye, the world most of all forbids regret.
This year's winter in City B is exceptionally cold.
Moona, dressed in a welcoming short cheongsam, knelt at the entrance of the clubhouse. Her face was as pale as snow, and even her hair, damp with alcohol, had begun to freeze.
Cold, and the pain in her legs almost made her faint.
As dawn approached, the guests at the club grew more numerous. Those who passed her would smirk with cruel laughter, but she paid them no mind. She simply lowered her head and stared at her frozen, red hands, trying to shut out everything else around her. This had become a habit she'd cultivated over the past two years.
While she was in prison, she was always beaten. At first, she would resist, but eventually resisting only brought more severe beatings. She stopped resisting and just let herself daydream, letting them hit her with all their might. Gradually, those people got tired and would let her go.
She only hoped that He Hanchuan and Jiang QiFeng, both of them, would let her go.
After who knows how long, Zhou Miao stealthily took out a coat and threw it to her, frowning: "Put it on, it's been two hours already. If you stay out in the cold any longer, you'll catch your death."
A-Wan was stunned for a moment, reached out and picked up her coat, then opened her lips that had lost their blood color from the cold, her voice hoarse: "Don't worry about me, don't get involved."
"Are you still worried about me" Zhou Miao wasn't clear on how Xiang Wan had offended those powerful people. She sighed, softening her heart. "I told you to quit earlier. You insisted on getting involved, putting your life on the line. Just wait, I'll go pour you a cup of hot water..."
Towards didn't want to cause her any trouble, so she raised her hand to stop her. But in a moment of panic, a wave of dizziness swept over her, and she fell with a thud.
Her forehead slammed heavily against the marble, and in a daze, Xiang Wan heard Zhou Miao seem to cry out her name, but darkness descended, and she completely lost consciousness.
At this moment, inside the clubhouse, He Hanchuan was sitting composedly in the manager's office. A woman with a shapely figure was by his side, making a pot of tea and pouring him a cup.
The air is thick with warmth and fragrance fills the room.
Reading people's expressions was her instinct. Knowing He Hanchuan wasn't in a good mood right now, she didn't bring up those topics. She just casually reminded him, "I heard the lowest temperature tonight is going to be twelve degrees below zero. I'm afraid the flowers we bought a few days ago won't survive."
"It's just flowers, I can buy more."
Where is Ke Ren
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