Chapter 92: Better to Be a Paralytic for Life Than Never to

s aren't wrong." He Hanchuan sat down on the chair, looking at her eye to eye, "You're not young anymore, you should get married. Our He family will never stop you. When you get married, I'll send a g...>

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

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

"As soon as you mentioned this, I got angry!" Xiangyu slammed the broom onto the ground, noodles splattering onto his suit leg. He didn't even have time to care, "He is such a psychopath, a pervert, a bastard, an asshole! He broke my sister's leg and he doesn't even let me get revenge!"

He spat on the ground, his handsome face flushed with anger. "Damn it, I hope he gets hit by a car when he leaves, preferably becomes paralyzed and impotent for life, breaks his leg and can't have children..."

"Ahem ahem, excuse me for interrupting." Aunt Liu made a gesture to pause and said seriously, "Actually, I think it was fortunate that President He interrupted Wanwan's leg. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Yu raised the dirty broom in his hand. Lin Nalu's face turned ugly as she stepped forward to stop him, "You... You should at least wait for Auntie Liu to finish her words."

向晚 said nothing, nor did she do anything, but the color drained from her face, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.

Bang!

The broom was thrown onto the table.

" 向宇 pulled a chair over with a screech and sat down, his handsome face ashen. He glared at Aunt Liu and said, "Watch your words! I'll scold my parents if they ever wrong Wanwan, let alone you!"

"You little brat! How dare you speak to your elders like that!" Aunt Liu stood up and slapped Xiangyu on the head, "Do you still want to hit me"

Xiang Yu covered his head, his handsome face flushed red. He stammered for a long time but couldn't say anything coherent.

"You never let people finish their sentences!" Liu Shn glared at Xiang Yu, huffing as she sat down and looked at Xiang Wan calmly, "Ms. Jiang said not to tell you, but the rest of the Jiang family would love to eat you alive!"

Xiang Yu roared at Qi, “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 words!" Lin Nalu put her hand on the inside of his arm and pinched him hard.

Xiang Yu winced in pain, muttering a few words under his breath.

"If it weren't for your legs being broken by Mr. He, the Jiang family would have gotten away with it! They wouldn't have agreed to you only serving two years in prison! They wanted you to rot in there for life!" By the end of her sentence, Aunt Liu's voice had risen several octaves.

A-Wei clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles white with effort. "So..." she paused, struggling to force the words out of her throat, "You think I should still thank him"

One person used a golf club to brutally break her leg, refused to let her get treatment and threw her in jail, and she's supposed to thank him!

"I didn't mean it that way, Wanwan, don't be angry." Aunt Liu patted her on the back. "What I meant is, no matter what kind of twisted intentions He Zong has, you've actually benefited from this misfortune."

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It wouldn't be worth it for her, she would rather die alone in prison than be taken to the Dream Pavilion by He Hanchuan and endure humiliation, even death would be preferable.

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

向晚 really didn't have much of an appetite for dinner, but she couldn't bear to refuse her good intentions, so she agreed.

This is the translated text.

The Pearl Hotel.

The hotel manager, in a hurry, led several people into the luxurious hall that was being prepared for 向晚's birthday party. He walked to where He Hanchuan was and stopped.

"I have some things to attend to, excuse me for a moment." He Hanchuan was originally talking business with a few people. Seeing the hotel manager and his staff approach, he said a word to the several bosses, then went aside with the hotel manager and his staff.

The hotel manager wiped the sweat from his forehead and said cautiously, "I just checked the surveillance footage. After Miss Xiang left here, she ran down the stairs and twisted her ankle on the third-floor landing."

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

Upon seeing this, the hotel manager cautiously said, "Mr. He"

"Continue." He Hankan took a sip of red wine, the alcohol slowly warming in his stomach, burning him with irritation. Could someone twenty years old actually fall Was he stupid

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

"Huh" The red wine swirled gently, reflecting dazzling colors in the light, yet like thick blood, it felt oppressive and suffocating.

The manager was stunned for a moment before recovering, "The security footage at the hotel entrance shows that the three of them drove east, but we don't know where they went. Should I check further"

He didn't answer and asked back, "Is Yu backing Xiang Wan Her ankle is seriously injured"

"From the monitoring, I can't see if Miss Xiang's feet are swollen, and I'm not sure how serious her sprain is." The hotel manager couldn't read his mind. "Should I give Young Master Xiang a call to ask"

He unbuttoned two of his shirt buttons, finally feeling a bit more air in his lungs. "Never mind, you should get back to what you were doing."

The hotel manager had just said okay and was about to lead several security guards away when Jiang's mother pushed him aside.

"Hanchuan, what do you mean!" Mother Jiang stormed towards He Hanchuan, her head held high to look at him. Even her delicate makeup couldn't hide the ugly expression on her face.

The guests enjoyed one act after another, yet their spirits remained high and they showed no sign of boredom.

It seems like every time this Jiang Fu-ren is around, they get a good show. After all, she's a force to be reckoned with in the circle. Even though she's over half a century old, she acts more recklessly than girls in their teens and twenties.

He Ganchuan took a sip of red wine, his Adam's apple rolling, and said with an indifferent expression, "I don't know what my mother is talking about."

"Don't give me that lip! " Jiang mother was furious, and when she got angry, everything she said and did came from her heart. "You're about to get engaged to Qingran, yet you still throw a birthday party for Xiang Wan, that troublemaker Don't tell me you have something going on with her"

He put the unfinished red wine on the table behind him, and said carelessly: "I say it is, you're probably angrier. I say it isn't, and you don't believe me. What do you want me to answer"

"What a silver-tongued devil!" Jiang's mother said, looking at this potential son-in-law with increasing disapproval. "Today, in front of everyone, you yourself said... Do you have your heart set on that fox spirit, Xiang Wan If so, I will absolutely not allow Qing Ran to marry you!"

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