Chapter One Hundred Forty-One When did He Zong develop a voy

t you like Qingran""But the Jiang family spread the news two years ago that Qingran was injured for you, and even hinted to the media that the two families would be joining through marriage." 。"If yo...He Hanchuan tightened his grip on his phone, his voice cold as he said, "Do you know the reason"

"... I see." The voice grew softer. "His aunt's name is Liu Xiangning. She worked for the Xiang family for a few years. She told Dr. Lu Yancen a lot about you and Miss Xiang, so his impression of you... isn't very good."

It wasn't 'not good', it was 'very bad', but he didn't dare to say it.

He raised his eyelids but didn't say anything. Instead, he said: "Give me Liu's current address and contact information."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

At that moment——

Tap.

As the sound of the door opening echoed through the room, He Hanchuan instinctively turned his head to face the entrance of the ward.

Zhou Miao was half in the ward and half out, her hand gripping the doorknob, her back to him, bidding farewell to Xiang Wan. "I'll come see you again tomorrow. If He Zong comes looking for you, just...just treat him like a big head of cabbage. Don't get angry with him, okay The doctor said your emotional swings can't be too big, you understand"

He Hanchuan peered through the crack in the door at Xiang Wan on the bed. The baby fat she used to have two years ago had vanished, leaving her cheeks sunken and giving her face a more mature look. Her features were sharper, with an indescribable charm that wasn't there before.

But... it pained him to see it.

Is this heartache

Because I like it, so I feel heartache

Towards Evening also saw him, her brows furrowed, she just glanced at him, and it was as if she had seen something dirty, she averted her gaze.

He Hanchuan saw her reaction clearly, and his chest that had been dull felt a twinge of pain and an unfamiliar itch, like someone was pricking his heart with a tiny needle.

Not lethal, but very uncomfortable.

He didn't know if this was what Yu Xuan meant by liking someone. He had never been in love and didn't know what it felt like. All he knew was that before Xiang Wan turned eighteen, she would always be by his side, and he had never experienced such discomfort.

"I haven't heard back from Xiang Wan in half a day," Zhou Miao pouted. "Xiang Wan, did you hear what I just said If it were He總…"

"When did General He develop a penchant for peeping" Xiang Wan interrupted Zhou Miao's words, her gaze falling on He Hanchuan behind her. Her indifferent voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

Zhou Miao's pupils constricted, her gaze rigidly following Xi Guan's direction. The corner of her left eye twitched several times, her face a riot of colors - purple, red, and white shifting in turn.

She swallowed nervously and stammered, "H-Hello... Mr. He hasn't left yet What a... coincidence, hehe."

Finally, she let out a silly laugh and didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

Thankfully, she had just said "President Dang is a big cabbage," instead of "President Dang is farting"... But now, the situation doesn't seem much better either.

"Recently." He looked at Xiangwan and said.

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Zhou Miao stood awkwardly between the two, feeling uncomfortable all over—her head, arms, legs, buttocks, and back. She stole a glance at He Hanchuan, feeling like she was being roasted over a fire.

"Zhou Miao." Xiang Wan looked at Zhou Miao's pale face and called out.

Zhou Miao turned around and looked at her, tears welling up in his eyes, "What's wrong"

"I have something I want to talk to Mr. He about privately, you can go back first." Xiang Wan licked her dry lips and said.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Miao was overjoyed as if granted a pardon. He quickly said, "Then I'll take my leave!"

She turned to He Hanchuan, not daring to look at him, she lowered her head and said in a very fast voice: "Mr. He, goodbye!"

Then he ran away quickly.

Through the crack in the door, Wanye saw only He Hanchuan standing alone. She lowered her eyes and gave a self-deprecating smile.

At this, He Hanchuan's eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly. He raised his hand and loosened a button on his shirt, but the feeling of tightness and oppression in his chest did not lessen.

Before, if there was a chance for her and someone else to be alone, A-Wan would have been overjoyed. Now... she avoids him like the plague.

One person sat in the hospital room, and one stood outside the door. The door between them was slightly ajar. The man stared straight at the woman, and the woman stared straight at the floor. Neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was slightly oppressive and strange.

At that moment, Zhou Miao, who had just left, returned out of breath, her eyes darting around as she stammered, "H... I almost forgot to tell Yue about going to the restroom."

She chuckled twice and, under He Hanchuan's gaze, walked into the ward with hesitant steps.

向晚's eyes flashed, "I can go to the restroom myself, you don't have to come back."

Zhou Miao stood with her back to He Hanchuan, feeling a sense of unease as if there was a thorn on her back. She shifted uncomfortably, "If it's inconvenient for you to talk business with President He, I can wait outside."

After recovering from a serious illness, A-wei's emotions are still unstable and she is still uneasy.

"...Thank you." Xiang Wan looked at her, then after a moment, she lowered her head and whispered. Then she covered her mouth and coughed twice.

Zhou Miao looked at the cold sweat constantly breaking out on her forehead and hurriedly asked, "Xiang Wan, did your illness relapse"

Ge Hanchuan's spine straightened a bit more than before. He looked at Xiang Wan and subconsciously took a step forward, but soon frowned and retreated.

"No..." She didn't even get the word out before Xiang Wan clutched her mouth and started coughing again, her face turning ashen white, sweat pouring down her forehead.

He He Hanchuan's pupils shrank, and he ran a few steps into the ward. Because he was running too fast, he bumped into a chair and almost fell. But he ignored these, and ran straight to the bedside, his face pale and trembling hands pressed the emergency button.

Ten minutes later, Xiangwan was sent into the operating room.

He Hanchuan and Zhou Miao stood outside the operating room. Neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was oppressively heavy.

"Mr. He," Zhou Miao hesitated, then finally mustered the courage to speak, "You... you..."

She swallowed nervously, wiping the sweat from her forehead, before continuing, "Could you please...not come to the hospital for a few days"

It was just a short sentence, but I stuttered several times.

He shifted his gaze from the operating room door to Zhou Miao, a chill in his eyes.

Zhou Miao's hands clenched together, his back drenched in cold sweat, his body trembling uncontrollably. This was a society governed by law, but the fact that he had broken Xiang Wan's leg against all reason filled her with genuine fear of him.

"I'll leave when she comes out." He moved his gaze away, his eyes falling back on the operating room door.

Zhou Miao wanted to say, 'What if Xiang Wan sees you so agitated You should probably leave now,' but she stole a glance at his face and didn't dare speak.

As a foreigner, she really couldn't understand:

Sayo likes to hurt A-Chan. He broke her leg and did so many other things to harm her.

One could say that Heg doesn't like Yanzhi, because when she went to the emergency room, his worry, despair and agitation were not feigned.

Zhou Miao felt that she truly didn't understand the thoughts of these wealthy people. She didn't understand He Zong, and she didn't understand Xiang Wan either.

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