p.At that moment, the door was pushed open from outside, and He Hanchuan walked in. He first glanced at Xiang Wan, seeing that she was fine, before withdrawing his gaze and interrupting Xiang Jianguo'..."Come on." He ignored her humbled demeanor, effortlessly pushing away her hand. "You push the wheelchair."

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"Yuwang, my patience is wearing thin." He Hanchuan swirled the champagne in his hand, taking a sip. His Adam's apple bobbed seductively, drawing the attention of countless female guests.

To A-wei, such a him, no matter how charming, was nothing but a devil. And she, an ant, before the devil, had no choice but to obey.

She lowered her head, let out a self-deprecating smile, and resignedly walked to the back of the wheelchair.

Jiang Qingran and she were worlds apart in He Hanchuan's heart, an immeasurable difference. How could she possibly think he would listen to her

"Let me do it." Jiang Qingran had jealousy and resentment in her eyes, but her face was full of worry. "Xiangwan wearing a work uniform here already makes people look down on her, if you push her in a wheelchair again, I'm afraid people will think she's my maid."

"She doesn't even care, why do you care so much" Jiang Qi Feng said coldly before walking away.

"Then I'll trouble you, Yanan," Jiang Qingran smiled gently. "Just follow my brother, my parents are ahead."

"Don't you get tired of putting on such a show every day" Xiang Wan pushed the wheelchair forward, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Jiang Qingran looked puzzled, with a hint of innocence and confusion in her eyes. “What kind of acting I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

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After a short while, they arrived at Mr. and Mrs. Jiang's side.

As soon as A-Wan stopped, she was shoved aside by Jiang Mu, whose face was grim.

Jiang's mother was very strong, and besides she wasn't prepared for it. Her body stumbled, and with a bang, she hit the table behind her.

Rip—

The table and the floor scraped against each other, making a harsh screeching sound, as fine wine and food went tumbling to the ground.

Xiangling fell to the ground, her tailbone aching from the impact. She bit her lip, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

At this, Ge Hanchuan's eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly. He took a step forward, but quickly retreated, observing with cold eyes.

"Qingran, how are you" Jiang's mother checked Jiang Qingran up and down, her worry evident on her face. "How could this murderer be with you Was she hurt you"

"Mom, don't talk about Xiang Wan like that. She was my good friend before." Jiang Qingran frowned, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly as she looked displeased.

"You treated them as friends, but what did they treat you as" Jiang's mother choked back tears, "Back then, if it hadn't been for timely rescue, you wouldn't even know... if you were still alive in this world."

There was too much commotion here, countless people came over and pointed at the fallen Xiang Wan on the ground —

"Didn't she serve time for attempted murder How is she here"

"Miss Jiang is kind-hearted. Considering she's a friend, she didn't sue her for intentional murder and was released after two years."

Miss Jiang is kind-hearted. Even though everyone else wanted to kill her, she still remembered old feelings.

"How did the security let her in Who guarantees our safety"

Towards the evening sat on the ground, biting her lip tightly. Even though her lip was bitten and blood filled her mouth, she didn't let go.

In a daze, these people looked at her with mockery, indifference, disdain, disgust, or fear—the same expressions she had seen two years ago. Her face was pale, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Obviously, she didn't do it, so why doesn't anyone believe her

Toward Evening gazed up, pleadingly at He Hanchuan, but he stood there holding a glass of champagne, looking down at her from above. His eyes were cold and filled with disgust.

She opened her lips, but her throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, unable to utter a single word.

She looked around in confusion. Jiang Qifeng, Jiang Qingran, Jiang's mother, Jiang's father, and those influential figures from prominent families... She knew most of them here, but at this moment, they all looked at her with disgust, as if she were a disgusting maggot.

"Aren't you getting up Waiting for someone to help you" He Hanchuan gave her a cold look, his voice icy.

"She should be in pain, unable to stand up herself." Jiang Qingran turned his wheelchair to arrive in front of Xiang Wan, worriedly extending a hand. "Where are you hurt Should we go to the hospital and have a look"

Their eyes met, and Siyue could clearly see the pride hidden deep in Jiang Qingran's eyes. Ignoring her outstretched hand, Siyue used both hands to push herself off the ground, slowly and painfully getting back on her feet.

Her uneven bangs flew up from her recent movements, revealing the obvious crescent-shaped scar on her face. There was spilled alcohol on her crotch area, soaking a large patch of it.

Not far away, someone was pointing at her, openly laughing at her clothes, her scars, and her pants that looked like she had wet herself.

And the man she had once loved with her life stood before her, just like the people at the banquet, trampling on her dignity without restraint. "Don't just stand there foolishly, clean this up. This is your forte," he said.

"Okay." Xiang Wan replied in a low voice, her voice trembling as she spoke.

She didn't glance at anyone again. She found a banquet waiter and asked for cleaning supplies, then quietly gathered the mess on the floor under everyone's curious gaze.

"A-wai," Song Qiao walked over and lightly kicked A-wai who was squatting on the ground, "Look, your old friends asked me to ask you this. Do you use cleaning supplies to clean toilets What if the toilet gets clogged Do you just clean it with your hands"

Towards Evening stood up, her gaze falling on the group of socialites who had called her best friend two years ago. Her eyes, like a stagnant pool, settled on Song Qiao.

Her gaze made Song Qiao very uncomfortable, "Answer me!"

"Someone is about to pounce on your boyfriend." Xiang Wan retracted her gaze, when Song Qiao was distracted looking for Jiang Qi Feng, she threw the rag into the bucket, carried the bucket out of the banquet hall.

She put things back in place. When she was about to return to the banquet, she met Jiang Qi Feng at the door.

She merely glanced at him, then withdrew her gaze, preparing to step past him into the party.

But as she passed him, he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into the hallway.

"Let me go!" Xiang Wan struggled with all her might.

Jiang Qi Feng stopped his steps, turned to look at her, "If you don't want to attract others, don't move around."

向晚 pursed her lips, her face grim as she followed him into the stairwell. In a hushed voice, she asked, "What do you want"

"How's the injury on your leg" Jiang Qi Feng said, squatting down to roll up her pants leg.

Yuan Yue took a step back, dodging his touch. "This has nothing to do with you."

"Kneeling for that long, and you still won't take the ointment Don't you worry about your legs becoming useless" Jiang Qifeng looked up at her, a hint of annoyance on his handsome face.

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In this life and the next, she didn't want to have anything to do with the Jiang family. Their people were someone she couldn't afford to provoke.

After finishing her words, she was about to step out when Jiang Qifeng grabbed her shoulder from behind.

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