Chapter Twenty-Eight: She Didn't Care

aring this, Xiang Wan couldn't help but furrow her brow. She lowered her head in silence, tidying her clothes, then stood up and walked out step by step."Excuse me" she said softly, standing behind th..."Come on." He ignored her humbled demeanor, easily pulling her hand away. "You push the wheelchair."

向晚 stood still, didn't move, just stared straight at him, "Have to be this way"

"Yuwanda, my patience is limited." He Hanchuan swayed the champagne in his hand, taking a sip, his Adam's apple bobbing seductively, causing countless female guests to turn their heads.

For A-wei, even such an alluring him was nothing but a demon. And she, a mere ant, had no choice but to submit before the devil.

She lowered her head, gave a self-deprecating smile, and resignedly walked to the rear of the wheelchair.

Jiang Qingran and she are worlds apart in He Hanchuan's heart, one heaven and one earth. How could she possibly think he would listen to her

"Let me just handle this." Jiang Qingran's eyes held a flicker of jealousy and resentment, but her face was etched with worry. "Xiangwan coming here in work clothes already paints her in a bad light. If you push her around in a wheelchair, people might think she's my maid."

"She doesn't even care herself, why do you care so much" Jiang Qifeng said coldly, then walked away.

"Then, please trouble you, Siyuan," Jiang Qingran smiled softly. "Just follow my brother, my parents are ahead."

"Don't you get tired of acting like this every day" Xiang Wan pushed the wheelchair forward, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Jiang Qingran looked surprised, with a touch of innocence and confusion. "What kind of acting I don't understand what you're talking about."

A-Wan was so scolded that she bit her lip, stopped talking, and just silently pushed the wheelchair, following behind Jiang Qi Feng.

After a short while, they arrived at Jiang's parents' side.

As soon as A-wan came to a stop, she was pushed away by Jiang's mother, whose face was grim.

Jiang's mother was very strong, and since she wasn't prepared, her body stumbled. With a bang, she hit the table behind her.

Rip—

The table and floor scraped against each other, emitting a grating sound, as the wine and delicacies went crashing to the ground.

Towards Evening sat slumped on the ground, her tailbone throbbing with pain. She bit her lip, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

At this, He Hanchuan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he took a step forward, but quickly retreated, watching coldly from the sidelines.

"Qing Ran, how are you" Jiang's mother checked Jiang Qing Ran up and down, her worry evident on her face. "How could this murderer be with you Did she hurt you"

"Mom, you shouldn't say that about Yua. She used to be my good friend after all." Jiang Qingran furrowed her delicately arched eyebrows, looking somewhat displeased.

"You treat people as friends, but what do they think of you" Jiang's mother choked back tears. "Back then, if it weren't for the timely rescue, you wouldn't even know...if you'd still be alive."

There was too much commotion here, countless people came over and pointed at Moonton on the ground ——

"Wasn't she in jail for attempted murder How is she here"

"Miss Jiang is kind-hearted. Considering it was a friendship, she didn't sue her for premeditated murder. She was incarcerated for two years and then released."

Miss Jiang is such a kind person. Even though everyone else wanted to kill her, she still remembered their past friendship.

"How did the security let her in Who guarantees our safety"

Towards the evening sat on the ground, biting her lip hard, even though her lips were bitten and blood was spreading in her mouth, she didn't let go.

Suddenly, she realized these people were looking at her with the same expressions they had two years ago: mockery, cold indifference, disdain, disgust, or fear. Her face paled and her body trembled uncontrollably.

It's obvious she didn't do it, so why doesn't anyone believe her

Toward the evening, she looked up at He Hanchuan, pleadingly. But he stood there holding a glass of champagne, looking down at her with a cold and disgusted expression in his eyes.

She opened her lips, but her throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, unable to utter a single word.

She looked around in confusion. There were Jiang Qifeng, Jiang Qingran, Jiang's mother and father, and those influential figures from prominent families... She knew most of the people here, but at this moment they all looked at her with disgust, as if she were a disgusting maggot.

"Aren't you getting up yet Waiting for someone to help you" He Hanchuan glared at her with cold eyes, his voice as chilling as ice.

"She should be in pain, unable to get up on her own." Jiang Qingran turned his wheelchair to reach in front of Huai Wan, and worriedly reached out a hand, "Where are you hurt Should we go to the hospital"

Eye to eye, Xiang Wan could clearly see the smugness hidden deep in Jiang Qingran's eyes. She ignored the hand outstretched towards her, using both hands to support herself on the ground and slowly, with difficulty, stood up.

Her uneven bangs flew up from her movement, revealing the obvious crescent-shaped scar on her face. There was spilled alcohol on her crotch, soaking a large area.

In the distance, someone pointed at her, openly mocking her. They laughed at her clothes, her scars, and even at her pants as if she'd wet herself.

And the man she had once loved with her life stood before her, just like everyone else at the banquet, trampling on her dignity without restraint, "Don't stand there foolishly, clean this up. This is your forte."

"Okay." Xiang Wan responded, her head bowed, her voice trembling.

She didn't glance at anyone else, found a waiter and asked for cleaning supplies, and in the midst of curious gazes, she quietly and calmly cleaned the floor with her head bowed.

"A-wan," Song Qiao walked over and lightly kicked A-wan, who was squatting on the ground. "Here, your old friends asked me to ask you, are you using cleaning as an excuse to clean toilets What if the toilet gets clogged Are you going to use your hands to clean it"

Towards Evening stood up, and glanced at the several socialites who had called her best friend two years ago. Her gaze, like stagnant water, settled on Qiao Song.

Her gaze made Song Qiao very uncomfortable, "Are you even listening to me!"

"Someone's about to jump on your boyfriend." Xiang Wan retracted her gaze, and while Song Qiao was distracted looking for Jiang Qi Feng, she tossed the rag into the bucket, grabbed it, and walked out of the banquet hall.

She put everything back in its place. When she was about to return to the banquet, she met Jiang Qifeng at the door.

She merely glanced at him, then looked away, preparing to walk past him into the party.

But as she passed him, he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her toward the stairwell.

"Let me go!" Xiang Wan struggled with all her might.

Jiang Qi Feng stopped his steps, turned to look at her, "If you don't want to bring others over, don't move around."

向晚 pursed her lips, her face grim as she followed him into the stairwell. In a hushed voice, she asked, "What do you want from me"

"How's the wound on your leg" Jiang Qifeng said, squatting down to roll up her trouser leg.

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"You knelt for so long that day, and you still wouldn't take my ointment. Aren't you afraid your leg will be useless" Jiang Qi Feng looked up at her, a hint of annoyance on his handsome face." Xiang Wan put the porridge bowl on the table, one hand hanging limply on the bed, clutching the sheet tightly, "Which police station are you at"If you like "Towards Evening's Winter Festival", pleas...