Feng's words, the lecherous look in his eyes subsided somewhat. He stammered, "I apologize for my rudeness, Mr. Feng. Please be assured, I would never dare to make things difficult for your people."F...As soon as she finished speaking, the elevator dinged and opened. A captivating smile played on her lips as she stepped inside.

向晚 glanced at the thermos in her hand, her lips tightened even more, and then she walked towards the elevator with heavy steps.

The Jiang siblings were ** she wanted to avoid, while He Hanchuan was a vicious dog that almost killed her several times. She hated him, wanted to kill him, but under his sharp claws, she had no choice but to submit to survive.

There were a lot of people in the hospital. An old man missing his left arm and with a prosthetic leg, his face full of wrinkles, brightened his eyes when he saw Xiang Wan. He patted the young disabled man beside him, pointed towards Xiang Wan.

Another pair of eyes lit up.

Two people supported each other and walked strangely to the front of Moona, blocking her way.

As soon as Yuanwai looked up, she saw two unfamiliar faces. One was around sixty or seventy years old, with wrinkles all over his face. The other was about thirty or forty years old, with fine lines at the corners of his eyes and skin tanned by the sun.

Though their ages differed, both were disabled individuals. Their clothes, while neat, had long been washed until faded white, and they wore black, uncommonly inexpensive cloth shoes on their feet.

This outfit looks like someone who is begging or a scammer saying, "I'm just a little girl short on bus fare, could you lend me some money"

Then, Xiang Wan glanced at the two people again, certain that she didn't know them. "Excuse me, is there something you need from me"

Thump!

Both of them fell silent, exchanging a glance before kneeling directly on the ground. The commotion drew attention from many around them, their eyes filled with curiosity and surprise.

Towards Evening narrowed her brows, neither helping them nor making a sound, she just looked at them with a faint expression.

"Don't misunderstand!" Seeing this, the middle-aged man waved his hands at her twice and said in broken Mandarin: "We are not beggars, nor scammers, we are the agricultural workers you helped before. We saw you and wanted to thank you!"

The older man wiped his tears, speaking in a language that Xiang Wan couldn't understand.

"I haven't helped any farm workers, you guys have the wrong person." Xiangwan said lightly, taking the thermos and turning to leave.

The middle-aged man quickly helped the old man up, then limped towards YAN Wǎn and said in the fastest speed: "We are not scammers, we just happened to see you and want to say thank you!"

Under the suspicious gaze of Hoshino, a blush crept onto his dark face. "We came here to work as laborers, just like you said, construction workers. The building collapsed, injuring us and killing several others. Then the boss disappeared!"

"If you hadn't sold those birthday party presents and donated the money to us, we wouldn't even have enough to pay for medical treatment and a prosthetic leg! I'll kowtow to you again!"

He began to kneel.

After a while, A-wan remembered that she had asked her aunt to sell all the gifts she received at her birthday party and donate the money to people with disabilities.

She put the thermos on the ground and bent down to help the middle-aged man up. “You’re welcome, I have something else to do, so I’ll be going now.”

向晚 didn't take credit for herself, nor did she stay to listen to the crowd's endless praise. She bent down, picked up the thermos bucket, and went to line up at the elevator.

“Come on, little girl, switch places with me! You stand here!” The tall woman’s voice boomed, pulling Xiang Wan to the front. Then she moved to the back and gave a thumbs-up to those around her, “This young lady is truly beautiful and kind, awesome!”

A chorus of agreement followed, all praising Wanye.

向晚 entered the elevator and saw those two disabled farm workers waving to her enthusiastically, their faces filled with grateful smiles.

She looked at them, the corners of her mouth slowly curving upwards, a faint smile in her eyes.

He Hanchuan's ward was on the twelfth floor, a VIP room. Xiang Wan stood at the door for a while before slowly raising her hand and knocking lightly.

"Come in." He Hanchuan's cold voice came from behind the door.

Towards the door, the sunset painted her shadow long and thin. Xiang Wan stared at it, her lips dry and cracked. Then she licked them tentatively, pushed open the door, and stepped inside.

As soon as she entered, He Hanchuan's obsidian eyes flickered, then quickly put away the thing he was playing with. But even though he hid it fast, she still saw it—he was playing with her jade pendant, the jade pendant that should have been in the previous manager's hands.

向晚 pursed her lips, suppressing the hatred in her heart. She walked to the table and placed the thermos on it. "Lan Jie still has things to attend to, so she let me come over."

Yesterday's events saw so many people fired, and it's still unclear how He Hanchuan will handle her. It can't be that he fires her too, that would be too "cheap" of a punishment.

"Hmm." He Hanchuan hummed in response, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before falling silent.

Wherever he was, A-Wan felt extremely uncomfortable. She kept her head down, her back stiffly tensed for over twenty minutes until her palms were soaked with sweat. Finally, she said, "If Mr. He has nothing else to say, then I..."

"I'm hungry." He glanced at her lightly, interrupting her words, then put the jade pendant back on his neck.

Moona frowned, staying still.

He stood up, propping himself up with one hand against the bed. "Bring me a bowl of chicken soup," he said.

"Alright." Xiang Wan pressed down on the anger that was almost bursting out of her, responding in a low voice and went to pour him some chicken soup.

She really didn't understand, he had left her naked in the hallway yesterday, and today he was acting like nothing had happened

向晚 absentmindedly held the chicken soup and walked up to him, bending over to hand him the bowl with both hands.

He didn't take the chicken soup, his gaze fixed on the red patch on her neck. His eyes darkened. His slender fingers landed on her neck, his voice cold, "How did you get this"

The icy sensation on her neck made Xiang Wan shiver. She straightened up and pulled her collar up, covering the mark. She remained silent.

She didn't want to explain to him, and there was no need to.

Regardless of whether he explained or not, his attitude towards her remained the same.

"Si Tu," He Hanchuan looked at her indifferent face, his chest felt like a lump of water-soaked cotton. He unbuttoned a button, but his breathing didn't improve much, "I'm talking to you."

A-Wei's eyelashes trembled slightly, she raised her head to glance at him, then quickly lowered it again. "Is there a rule that requires subordinates to answer all questions from their superiors If not, I refuse to answer this question."

He gazed at her like an eagle, his voice a touch heavier, "Xiang Wan."

He tapped his fingers on the bed unconsciously.

"This time, Xiangwan didn't lower her head again. "Actually, you don't need to speak so loudly, I have good hearing and can hear you. What is it that you want from me"

Her lips twitched slightly.

All the careful pandering and appeasement in the past had been completely useless. The anger, repression, and hatred swirling within me felt a strange sense of pleasure when I saw his slightly downcast face.

He was probably about to be driven mad by him.

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