Chapter 142: I'll Give You Half a Month Off

s hopeless.Must I stay here, day after day, in the Dream Pavilion, living under the shadow of He Hanchuan and Jiang QingranNo.But she couldn't leave, even death wouldn't allow it.She's dead, this debt...About an hour later, the door to the operating room opened.

The moment the door opened, Zhou Miao's body tensed. She instinctively looked at He Hanchuan, afraid he would rush over now and cause Xiang Wan's emotions to fluctuate again.

But He Hanchuan only glanced into the operating room for a while, didn't move, and then asked the doctor who came out, "How is it"

"It's nothing serious." The doctor took off his mask and wiped the sweat from his forehead, saying, "It's just that Miss Xiang's body is too weak and needs to be nursed properly. I suggest that if you know anyone who has a grudge against Miss Xiang, just tell them not to visit her these days."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Miao swallowed nervously and discreetly glanced at He Hanchuan several times. The last time she stole a look at him, he happened to be looking at her. She felt a chill run down her spine and quickly lowered her head, afraid to look around anymore.

"Hmm." He Hanchuan looked into the operating room for a while, his distinct knuckles clenched slightly before loosening quickly. He turned and walked towards the elevator entrance.

Zhou Miao watched his back, her spine slightly relaxed, but her nerves remained tightly strung.

"Are you Zhou Miao" He Hanchuan suddenly turned around and looked at her, asking.

"Ah" Zhou Miao's heart skipped a beat, her spine straightened, and she said in a trembling voice, "Yes, my name is Zhou Miao, the Miao with three waters."

He gave a soft "Hmm" and said nonchalantly, "I'll give you half a month off."

After finishing, he walked towards the elevator and stepped inside.

As the elevator doors closed, Zhou Miao finally came to her senses. President He had actually just told her she could take half a month off Could it be to make it easier for her to take care of Xiang Wan

She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and muttered something under her breath, following the nurse as she wheeled Wan towards the ward.

Perhaps the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, and Yanan is still asleep. Zhou Miao feels like she worried for nothing. If she had known this, she wouldn't have said those outrageous things to Mr. He just now.

Ding!

The elevator reached the first floor.

He Hanchuan got off the elevator and just happened to run into Jiang Qingran at the hospital entrance. She was sitting in a wheelchair with a bouquet of flowers on her knee, and behind her wheelchair this time wasn't Jiang Qi Feng but a servant from the Jiang family.

"Hanchuan ge," Jiang Qingran called out softly, "Are you also here to see Wan"

He glanced at her, tugged at his lips, and retorted, "How do you know I'm here"

"Huh" A hint of surprise flashed across Jiang Qingran's pretty face, followed by a smile. "Could brother Hanchuan have misunderstood I came to the hospital today not to see you, but to visit Xiangwan."

He gave a light snort, said nothing, and turned to leave, clean and decisive.

"Hanchuan ge!" Jiang Qingran frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed, calling out to him, "Besides visiting Xiangwan, I have something small I want to talk to you about."

He stopped, turned around, but instead of coming back, he stared at her from afar, a smile playing on his lips. "Did Wu Shu tell you I was here"

Uncle Wu is the driver from He's family. His mother wouldn't tell Qingran his whereabouts, so Uncle Wu was the only one left who knew.

"I have something to ask you," Jiang Qingran said, turning to Wu Shu with a sigh and a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "Don't overthink it."

"Ge Hanchuan chuckled softly, "What are you thinking about Are you connecting my always knowing where I am to Uncle Wu"

"I just said not to overthink it, and now Hanguan Ge put all the blame on Uncle Wu like this. Uncle Wu is really being wronged," Jiang Qingran bit her lip and retorted.

He Hanchuan stood in the backlight, looking at her. His eyebrows and eyes were shrouded in shadow, his expression unreadable.

After visiting Xiangwan, I have something to talk to Hanchuan about. Would you be available Jiang Qingran gently broke the silence between the two.

He didn't say whether it was inconvenient, but said: "Don't come too late these days."

"You don't think I'm afraid of what I might do to Moona, do you" Jiang Qingran gave a bitter smile. "Moona is my friend after all, and there are so many people in the hospital. Even if I wanted to do something to her, I wouldn't have the chance."

"It hurts that Hanchuan thinks so badly of me."

He Hanchuan raised an eyebrow, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "The fact that you appeared in front of Xiang Wan is already something you've done to her."

Jiang Qingran's body stiffened, and the bitterness in her eyes deepened.

She remained silent, but the maid behind her couldn't help herself, "Mr. He, Miss Xiang did something unforgivable to our young mistress. Not only did our young mistress generously choose not to press charges, but she also put aside past grievances and sincerely came to the hospital to visit her."

"But you say that about our Miss, how outrageous!!!"

He Jianchuan glanced at the maid lightly. The maid, who had been resentful just moments ago, immediately lowered her head and dared not meet his gaze. However, the anger and unwillingness in her expression did not subside.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on Jiang Qingran. He said slowly, "People who can generously forgive the murderers who tried to kill them and treat them kindly without holding grudges are divided into three categories: saints, pseudo-saints, true villains, and those with a poor brain."

He bent down, looking straight at Jiang Qingran, and said word by word: "But I think Qingran doesn't seem like a saint, nor someone who isn't smart."

Jiang Qingran's smile on her face almost faltered, she bit her lip, her eyes filled with a layer of water light, looking exceptionally moving, "Hanchuan ge, you..."

"Not here to talk to me Then go." He Hanchuan didn't even glance at her, his eyes coldly withdrew, and he turned away and walked out.

"Ma'am, Mr. He is slandering!" The maid glared at He Hanchuan's back, her voice full of anger but trying her best to keep it down so that the people in front wouldn't hear.

Jiang Qingran smiled, her voice gentle yet bitter. “Don’t talk nonsense, Hanchuan is not that kind of person.”

As she spoke, she wheeled herself outside.

The maid looked at the flower on her knee, hesitating: “Then... shouldn't we go visit Miss Xiang”

Jiang Qingran stopped his wheelchair, picked up the flower on his knee, and handed it to her, saying, "Throw it away. This flower smells a bit pungent. I'll buy you another one tomorrow evening."

"Oh." The maid pushed the wheelchair forward, frowning. "I say, a murderer like Yue wants nothing to do with you! You can't warm a wolf's heart no matter how hard you try!"

Jiang Qingran smiled faintly and said softly, "No matter what, Xiang Wan was my friend before. I can't be unrighteous if she is."

It was nearing six in the afternoon, and the two of them walked into a nearby Japanese restaurant.

Jiang Qingran ordered a bunch of things, then looked at He Hanchuan and said, "Hanchuan ge, I've ordered most of what you like to eat. Do you need anything else"

"No need." He Hanchuan said.

Being with some people, ordering food is a waste because you're not in the mood to eat at all.

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