"Song Miss, why are you so eager to find Xiang Wan What do you want to say""What women talk about is not convenient to tell President He," Song Qiao said with a face ashen, "Please excuse me, Preside...He blinked, but didn't look away. "You looked at me just now, and now I'm looking at you. It's only polite."
向晚 stopped her movements, frowning at him.
"Have you ever seen a scientific study," He Hanchuan asked, "that says that if a man and a woman look at each other for more than five minutes, they'll have the urge to kiss"
向晚 shifted her gaze and began to treat his wound, "Why would you intentionally say those things that would provoke your grandfather"
"If you don't provoke him, how can he make others hit me If he doesn't let people hit me, how could you feel sorry for me" By the last sentence, He Hanchuan's voice had softened considerably.
向晚 didn't know if what he said was true or false, nor did she have the desire to explore it. She quickly treated his wounds and said, "I'll tidy up and head back to Xiangjia as soon as possible."
After finishing, he didn't even look at her and directly carried the medicine box upstairs.
He subconsciously recalled her slightly flushed ears, then leaned back into the sofa, closing his eyes to rest with a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
向晚 returned to her room, casually closing the door behind her. She then placed the first aid kit on the floor and sat down on the bed.
The scenes of Master He slapping He Hanchuan or Nan Ge slapping He Hanchuan kept flashing back and forth in her mind. She frowned, forcing herself to shake those thoughts away, and picked up her phone.
There are two news feeds on the phone. One is that Mr. Lin and Jiang Qi Feng apologize to Jiang Qing Ran, and the media praises the Jiang and Lin families for being upright and just.
There is also a video of Madam Jiang in front of the club, with media outlets accusing her of distorting facts and refusing to acknowledge her wrongdoing.
Netizens are largely divided into two camps. About 65% of them believe that there's a reason behind Jiang's family's actions, and what they did was excessive and cannot be solved with just an apology.
About 35% of people believe that Jiang Qi Feng's kneeling apology didn't seem fake, and Mr. Lin also seemed to be sincerely apologizing to Yanzhi between the lines. They argue that Jiang Qing Ran was the one who made the mistake, and it's unfair to involve both the Jiang and Lin families. This approach of painting everyone with the same brush is wrong.
At first glance, these are just two news reports. But a closer look reveals that the media outlets reporting on the first story are mostly owned by the Jiang Group or have shown willingness to align with it, while the media outlets reporting on the second story are mostly owned by the He Group or have shown willingness to align with it.
At its core, this is a power struggle between the Jiang and He families. Whoever has more influence will be the victor in this war of words.
Before, A-wai used to think that she didn't care what others said. But now she realizes that as long as you have enough strength, controlling public opinion is the easiest thing in the world.
She put her phone away and then lay down on the bed.
These years' experiences flashed through her mind like a carousel, making her head ache. She took a deep breath and sat up.
At the same time, her phone buzzed. Her mother sent her a message——
Do you remember the two doctors who checked if I was pregnant that day Lord He had people investigate them. Luckily, I thought of this beforehand.
And starting yesterday, the vice president has been checking the list of IVF babies. It must have been arranged by Old Master He. To be on the safe side, natural conception with Mr. He is still a better option for you.
Every time A-Wai read a character, her brows furrowed a little deeper.
Before she could reply, Mother Lu sent another message —
If you're afraid of the pain the first time, I have some aftercare medicine here, mwah!
A-wei, “…”
She edited a text message, thanking Lu's mother and then politely declining the other party's offer of after-the-fact medication.
Around five thirty in the evening, He Hanchuan came upstairs to call her for dinner.
Towards Evening glanced at his face, which had subsided a lot but was still red and swollen. Her brows furrowed slightly, nodded, then went downstairs with him.
"No matter how Jiang's Group tries to whitewash themselves this time, they'll have their skin peeled off." He Hanchuan flipped out the tenderest piece of meat from the fish belly, removed the fishbone and put it into Xiang Wan's bowl.
向晚 looked at the fish in her bowl, "You eat this yourself. I want to eat what I can pick myself."
"But I like to clip food for you, if I don't clip it for you, I won't feel comfortable eating either." He said, and clipped another piece of chicken wings for her. "Eat more, you're too skinny."
Wa, "…"
That was the first sentence she used to tell He Hanchuan.
After finishing their meal, Yanan stood up. After some hesitation, she said, "Come to my room tonight."
"Hm" He Hanchuan looked up at her, the bowl and chopsticks in his hand tilted, one chopstick falling to the ground.
Tap.
The sound of chopsticks hitting the floor was unusually clear in the restaurant.
"The dean said your grandfather is still looking into my pregnancy. He didn't just check the two doctors who examined me, he also asked the vice dean to thoroughly investigate the people who performed in vitro fertilization." Xiangwan's eyelashes blinked faster than usual. "So... you're coming to my room tonight."
After finishing her words, she didn't give him a chance to ask any more questions. She hurried back upstairs with a slightly flustered expression.
He placed the bowls and chopsticks on the table, bent down to pick up a fallen chopstick, and put it back onto the bowl. He stared at the floor for a moment in silence before finally reacting and saying something to Xiang Wan.
He swallowed, lowered his gaze, a barely perceptible smirk playing on his lips, then rose to his feet. With a light step, he carried the bowl and chopsticks into the kitchen.
A-Wai told He Hanchuan to come over at night, but she wasn't mentally prepared at all.
Back then, when she had a crush on He Hanchuan, she looked forward to this day and even wanted to have a child with him, becoming a good wife and mother.
But after experiencing so much cruelty, she was a little afraid.
She was afraid she wouldn't be able to take good care of her child, and she also felt that having a pregnancy with purpose would be unfair to the child.
And now she couldn't tell what kind of feelings she had for He Hanchuan, unable to have a relationship with him openly.
Towards Evening paced anxiously in the room for a while, then went downstairs to look for the liquor cabinet.
Maybe things will be better if you're drunk.
But she had only just arrived and wasn't familiar with the layout. After searching for a long time, she couldn't find a wine cabinet or cellar, but instead saw He Hanchuan sitting in the restaurant drinking red wine.
"Looking for something" He Hanchuan swayed a glass of red wine in his hand, looking up at her.
The wine was a bit far from Lu Xiangwan, she couldn't make out the label on the bottle, but she could smell the rich aroma of wine wafting in the air.
She pursed her lips and said, "…nothing."
After saying that, he turned and was about to leave.
He held her back, "Are you looking for alcohol"
Towards Evening's body stiffened slightly, perhaps from embarrassment or surprise. She slowly turned around to face him again and nodded.
She was just about to ask if she could sit down and have a drink together, but He Hanchuan spoke first: "Don't drink anymore."
Towards Evening furrowed her brow.
"I don't want you to get drunk and regret it tomorrow." He held up his cup, finished the wine in one gulp, and stood up, meeting her gaze across the distance.
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