Chapter Two: Mr. He, it's been a long time

t."He lengthened his tone, his gaze falling on He Hanchuan, his eyes full of meaning. 。He Hanchuan, “Hmm” “Recently Menglan told me a few interesting things, about you and Xiangwan…” 。“Zhong Yuxuan p...Bang.

Her forehead slammed against the window glass, causing a sharp pain. While gently rubbing it, she lifted her head to see what had happened.

The driver grumbled, but he got out of the car anyway.

As soon as he saw it was a Bentley that had been hit, his face turned green.

"What a shame, I told you that driving these scumbags out of prison every day would bring bad luck, and sure enough, nothing good ever happens..."

向晚 was getting off the car and was shoved by a grumpy driver, falling heavily into the snow.

Those around her stared with curiosity, their gazes mostly laced with disdain. Her face paled, and she lowered her head, a mixture of shame and pain in her eyes.

Until, a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in her line of sight.

She was stunned, and following the line of that well-tailored pants up, she saw the face that had appeared countless times in her dreams...

When Yáng Wǎn was born, her mother had someone calculate her fortune. The person said that she would live a smooth and prosperous life for the first twenty years, but her later years would be extremely difficult.

I never thought that after so many years, it would come true.

He looked, compared to two years ago, even more stalwart and handsome. But the disgusted look he gave her was identical to how he had looked at her two years prior.

She stared at him blankly, for a moment, before suddenly realizing how pathetic she looked. She lowered her head and struggled to get up from the ground, but as soon as she moved, his black umbrella pressed against her shoulders.

"Two years haven't seen each other, become mute Not even a greeting"

Her legs ached terribly, being pressed down like this, her knee felt like it was being pricked by needles. In this cold weather, she had sweat beading on her forehead from the pain. Gritting her teeth, she trembled and spoke in a hoarse voice: "H-Hello... Mr. He, long time no see."

He gazed down at her from his elevated position. He hadn't been able to make out who it was clearly in the car, but once he got out, he realized it was really her. He had completely forgotten that today was her release day.

It has to be said that A-wei's changes are quite significant.

The once meticulously cared-for long hair had become the standard close crop of the prison, dry as straw. The face was pale, especially with a few new and old wounds overlapping on it.

It's completely different from the spirited and lively Xiangjia princess she used to be.

But he wasn't surprised, after all, how good could it be coming out of there. Looking at her disheveled appearance, He Hanchuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, even colder than the snowstorm above.

"As expected, things have changed."

She was startled, lifted her head, and saw him reach out to pull out a cigarette and light it. The thick smoke swirled around him. Against the backdrop of his captivating face, he became even more alluring.

Then he let out a very light chuckle, "Since this driver insists on believing his luck is bad today, let's not make him feel like his judgement was wrong. Li secretary, note down his employee number and send him the compensation contract later."

The driver was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

The inhumane torture inside the prison was seared into her memory, she shuddered just thinking about it. When she was first sent to prison, her family immediately disowned her, and for the past two years, no one had come to visit her.

She knew that was He Hanchuan's meaning. To him, she was a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered with no power to resist.

But now...

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