up in his chest."Doctor Zhou, would you mind asking if there was anyone at the door when you came over" He Hanchuan's gaze swept over her from time to time, making Xiang Wan feel uncomfortable. She lo...He gently swirled the highball glass, the red liquid inside forming swirling eddies. It was a captivating sight, yet tinged with a sense of dark, suppressed tension.
“I’ll have a glass of red wine, Miss Wan will have half a glass of juice, isn’t that inappropriate” Pei Song put the empty wine glass on the table, took another glass of red wine from the waiter’s tray, and smiled as he held it to her lips, ambiguously saying: “This way, I won’t make things difficult for you either. You take a sip, and I’ll finish the rest, how about that”
After finishing his words, he glanced at He Hanchuan provocatively.
The rim of the highball glass was stained with Hualan's lipstick. She pressed her lips together tightly, then reached for the wine glass in his hand. "You have a drink, and I'll have a drink. That's only fair."
"Hey, no need to—" Pei Song grinned mischievously and instead of letting go, he covered her hand with his own. "I'm a man, you're a woman. If I drink one, I should also make you drink one, wouldn't that be bullying you You take a sip, and I'll finish the rest."
>
Pei Song was obviously teasing her, but she would be returning to Meng Hui Society tomorrow. If she didn't do as he wished, he would probably continue to make trouble for her.
"Didn't you drink enough water at the swimming pool last time" He Hanchuan looked at him coolly, effortlessly twisting his hand open, and then pulled Xiang Wan behind him.
Jiang Qingran just walked in and saw this scene, her smile froze on her face, and after a moment she returned to normal.
"President He, are you angry" Remembering the humiliation at that party, Pei Songjun's face turned ashen, but he could only force a smile. "I was just joking with Miss Xiang Wan, please don't mind. I apologize."
He raised his glass of red wine, took a sip, and slammed the empty goblet down on the table.
"Mind your own mouth and hands, my woman. Even if I don't need you, it's not your turn." He said, with hawk-like eyes fixed on him, every word a dagger.
Waena clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
What does He Hanchuan think of her An object
"I'm used to sharing women with my brothers, I didn't know Mr. He would be so attentive to just any woman. My mistake, next time I'll definitely not make the same mistake." Pei Song's face flushed red and then pale, his eyes full of unwillingness, but a flattering smile lingered on his face.
Hege Hanchuan ignored him and turned to Xiang Wan, saying, "Hold out your hand."
She extended her hand, and he took two champagne glasses, poured some into one, and carefully washed the other in his hands. He then tossed her a few napkins to dry off.
"Cleaned up." He Jianchuan, this is thinking she's dirty! Xiang Wan endured the humiliation and wiped it clean, saying in a low voice.
Pei Song was leaning casually against the table, having downed five or six glasses of red wine. His eyes were slightly flushed.
"Later, I'll just see a male dog in heat circling around." He Hanchuan wiped his champagne-stained hand with a napkin, then threw the napkin away and walked north, "Follow me."
Towards the evening, she hummed softly and followed him with her head down.
After they walked seven or eight meters, Pei Song slammed an empty wine glass onto the table with a bang and spat on the ground, cursing: "What kind of thing is this, damn it! A stinking bitch even dares to climb onto my head!"
"How come Pei Shao is so angry" A woman with big, curly blonde hair walked over, her ample bosom pressed tightly against him.
"He's still that scoundrel He Hanchuan!" Pei Song suppressed a roar, his fox eyes flashing with malice, "How dare he act so arrogantly It's all because he was born into a good family!"
The woman glanced around cautiously and said in a soft voice, “I know you're not afraid of Mr. He, but this is someone else's territory after all. Please speak more softly.”
"Go, go, go!" Pei Song pushed her away impatiently, his eyes fixed on Xiangwan's retreating figure. Wasn't he allowed to sleep He was going to sleep anyway!
Towards the end of the passage, the author describes a scene where Xiang Wan follows He Hanchuan.
After walking only a dozen steps behind He Hanchuan, Jiang Qingran called out to her.
Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other parts of your text!
"Jianchuan ge, Xiang Wan, wait a moment." Jiang Qingran's voice was soft and gentle, very pleasant to hear.
Towards Evening frowned, still stopped. She looked up, He Hanchuan seemed not to hear, and was still walking forward.
She pursed her lips and didn't call out to her.
"Lu'an." Jiang Qingran pushed the wheelchair in front of her, a beautiful smile on her delicate face that was incredibly comforting.
Two years ago, on the same day, Jiang Qingran walked toward the red sports car with the same smile, a scene playing in Xiang Wang's mind like a movie.
Anger surged up from her feet, and Nuan took a deep breath, her expression calm. "Mr. He is right ahead, you still have time to catch him."
"I'll go find Brother Hánchuan in a bit." Jiāng Qīngrán smiled gently, picked up the gift box on the wheelchair, and held it out to Xiàng Wǎn, "Xiàng Wǎn, happy birthday."
A-wai didn't even glance at the gift box, her brow furrowed with a scar that seemed to darken with an usual hint of frenzy. "Thank you for your kindness," she said, "but I can't accept your gift."
I don't want to receive it either.
Felt nauseous.
"I was afraid you wouldn't accept it, so I didn't give anything valuable." Jiang Qingran's eyes seemed to hold glittering stars. "Do you remember I had a period where I fell in love with photography and especially liked holding my DSLR around to take pictures everywhere."
The breath that streamed from Yue's mouth was tinged with scorching impatience. She fought to quell the anger and disgust churning within her, "It's been too long, my memory isn't what it used to be."
"It's about before your 18th birthday, I took lots of photos with you, Xiang Yu, my brother, and Han Chuan. "Jiang Qingran seemed not to notice her emotions, still smiling brightly, "I got those photos printed out and made a photo album for you, commemorating our beautiful youth."
The birthday party was crowded, with people everywhere. The noise only added to Xiangwan's already agitated state.
She kept taking deep breaths, trying to soothe her emotions, but staring at Jiang Qingran's innocent smile and the so-called gift commemorating her beauty and purity —
All the anger has finally erupted!
Bang!
向晚 took the gift box and threw it heavily to the ground. The sound was sharp due to her overly high voice, "Is this commemorating our beautiful youth, or commemorating my foolishness!"
A tear slid down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away.
In an instant, the entire birthday party fell silent. Everyone looked at the two of them with a mix of shock, bewilderment, curiosity, and even amusement.
Jiang Qingran retracted her empty hands, staring blankly at the scattered photos on the ground. Her smile, like colorful bubbles, disappeared in the sunlight, leaving only sadness, "Yǎn Wǎn..."
"Don't call my name!" Xiang Wan's body trembled slightly, madness and fury coursed through her limbs, as if about to burst her veins, "You don't deserve it! Jiang Qingran, you don't deserve it!"
Her gown, designed to conceal the scars on her legs, trailed behind her as she clutched the hem and fled the ballroom, under Jiang Qingran's wounded gaze and the stares of the others.
The hotel corridor was bustling with people. Xiang Wan stumbled forward, not looking at them, but she always felt like these people were gossiping about her just like they did two years ago.
16446330/50669551.
Remember the website of this book's first release: . Mobile reading URL of Biquge:s, "Have dinner. She won't leave."Then she turned her head and instructed the maid to inform Madam Zhong.向晚 could only sit down and eat, but she ate much faster than usual. She finished quickly, wiped...