Toward the evening, her legs retracted slightly into her skirt, completely covering her right leg with the dress. She hummed softly in response.

"What did the doctor say?" Aunt Liu leaned closer to her, her eyes brimming with excitement. "Can it still be cured? My nephew is an expert in this area, he's studying in America right now. I'll have him come back and take a look at you!"

Remembering He Hanchuan's warning, Xiang Wan pursed her lips and remained silent.

"As soon as you mentioned this, I got angry!" Xiang Yu slammed the broom on the ground, noodles splashing onto his suit leg. He didn't even bother to care, "He Hanchuan is a goddamn lunatic, pervert, bastard, son of a bitch! He broke my sister's leg and still won't let me make him pay!"

He spat on the ground, his handsome face flushed with anger, "Damn it! I hope he gets hit by a car when he leaves home, best case scenario is that he's left crippled and impotent for life, breaks both legs and can't have children..."

"Well, well, well, let me interrupt for a moment." Aunt Liu made a pause gesture and said seriously, "Actually, I think it's good that President He broke Wenwen's leg."

As soon as his words left his mouth, Xiang Yu had already raised the dirty broom in his hand. Lin Nalu's face turned grim as she stopped him, "You... You should at least listen to Liu Ma finish her words."

<<< Waena didn't speak or make any moves, but the color drained from her face, leaving only disbelief in her eyes.

Bang!

The broom was thrown onto the table.

向 Yu pulled a chair over with a screech and sat down, his handsome face grim as he said to Aunt Liu, "Watch your words! I'll scold my parents for any wrong they do to Wanwan, let alone you!"

"You little brat, how dare you talk to your elders like that?!" Aunt Liu stood up and slapped Xiangyu on the forehead. "Do you still want to hit me?"

Toward Yu covered his head, his handsome face flushed red. "You...you...you" he stammered for a long time, but couldn't explain anything clearly.

“You never let people finish their sentences!” Liu Shn glared at Xiang Yu before huffily sitting down and looking at Xiang Wan as she slowly said, “Miss Jiang said she wouldn’t tell you, but the rest of the Jiang family would love to eat you alive!”

Xiang Yu roared, "What does this have to do with that bastard He Hanchuan breaking my sister's leg? He..."

"Can you just listen quietly to Auntie Liu finish her story?!" Lin Nalù put her hand on his inner arm and pinched him hard.

Toward Yu gritted his teeth in pain, mumbling a few words under his breath.

“If it weren’t for your leg being broken by Mr. He, the Jiang family wouldn't have gotten their revenge, and they wouldn't have agreed to let you only serve two years in prison! They definitely wanted you to spend the rest of your life behind bars!” Liu Shn’s voice rose at the last sentence.

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向晚 tightly clenched her fists, knuckles white with effort. "So..." she paused, struggling to force the words out of her throat, "Do you think I should still thank him?"

A man broke her leg with a golf club, refused to let her get treatment and threw her in jail, and she has to thank him?!

"I didn't mean it that way, Wanwan, don't be angry." Auntie Liu patted her on the back. "What I meant is, no matter what kind of twisted thoughts Mr. He has, you've turned misfortune into fortune."

Toward the end of the sentence, A-Wei lowered her head, and the scar at the corner of her brow seemed to darken with bitterness. “In your opinion,” she said, “would trading one leg for half a lifetime of freedom be considered a good deal?”

It wouldn't be a good deal for her. She'd rather spend the rest of her life alone in prison than be taken to the Meng Huisuo by He Hanchuan and suffer humiliation. She wouldn't even want to die.

"Never mind that, it's a shame. You didn't eat much of that bowl of noodles before you spilled it. Just wait here for a bit, I'll go make you another one." Auntie Liu got up in a hurry.

向晚 really had no appetite for dinner, but she couldn't bear to refuse her kind offer, so she agreed.

The Mingzhu Hotel.

The hotel manager hurried in with a few people into the opulent hall where an evening was being prepared for Hoshino's birthday, approaching Kan Hanchuan.

"I have something else to attend to, excuse me." He Hanchuan was originally discussing business matters with a few people. Seeing the hotel manager and his staff approach, he politely informed the several CEOs before moving aside with the hotel manager and his team.

The hotel manager wiped the sweat from his brow and said cautiously, “I just checked the security footage. After Miss Xiang left here, she ran down the stairs and twisted her ankle on the third-floor staircase.”

He Hanchuan swayed the red wine in his hand, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Seeing this, the hotel manager cautiously said, "Mr. He?"

"Continue." He Ganchuan took a sip of red wine. The wine warmed slowly in his stomach, burning him with a touch of irritability. Could a twenty-year-old fall down? Was he stupid?

The hotel manager then said, "After she fell, she didn't move. Later, Xiang Shao found her and spoke to the younger mistress. They both cried. Then Xiang Shao carried Miss Xiang away with the younger mistress."

"Hm?" The red wine swirled slowly, reflecting a dazzling array of colors in the light. Yet, it resembled thick blood, leaving one feeling stifled and oppressive.

The manager was stunned for a moment before coming to his senses, "The surveillance cameras at the hotel entrance showed that the three of them drove east, but we don't know where they went. Shall I check further?"

He didn't answer, but asked back, "Xiang Yu was carrying Xiang Wan, her ankle sprained very badly?"

"From the surveillance, I can't tell if Miss Xiang's foot is swollen. I'm not sure how badly she twisted it." The hotel manager was unsure of his intentions. "Shall I give Young Master Xiang a call to ask?"

"He loosened two buttons on his shirt, finally feeling a bit more breathable. "It's fine, you should just go and do what you need to do."

Just as the hotel manager was about to say something good and lead a few security guards away, he was pushed aside by Jiang's mother.

"Han Chuan, what do you mean?!" Jiang's mother rushed to He Hanchuan's front, looking up at him. Even with her delicate makeup, she couldn't hide her ugly face.

The guests were enthralled by one performance after another, their enthusiasm undiminished.

It seems that every time this Jiang Madam is around, they get to enjoy a good show. After all, she's a force of nature in the social circles, well past her fifties but acting more capricious than young ladies in their teens and twenties.

He took a sip of red wine, his Adam's apple bobbing. His expression was calm. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't give me that attitude here!" When Jiang Mu got angry, she spoke and acted purely from her heart, "You're about to get engaged to Qing Ran, yet you still throw a birthday party for Xiang Wan, that harmful woman? Do you have some improper relationship with her?"

He Hanchuan put the unfinished red wine on the table behind him and said nonchalantly, "I said it was, you were probably angrier. I said it wasn't, you wouldn't believe me. What should I say?"

“Slick-tongued!” Mother Jiang was increasingly unhappy with this potential son-in-law. “Today, in front of everyone, you said it yourself. Are you secretly thinking about that fox spirit Xiǎo Wǎn? If so, I absolutely won't let Qīng Rán marry you!”

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