t I... I died..."Every breath A-wei took was agony, just uttering those words sent her to the brink of pain.But these pains are nothing compared to the pain in my heart.She could feel it, her child wa...Though the large characters were scrawled crookedly and messily, one could tell at a glance that they were written by He Hanchuan himself!

Seeing this scene, Xiang Wan was slightly stunned, then couldn't help but chuckle softly. She didn't know if it was because of this incomplete work, or because she felt He Hanchuan's degree of concern for her in her heart.

"Xiangling, listen to me. I still want to have more children with you, take you on honeymoons, and build more brands in your name." Seeing her mood improve, He Hanchuan suddenly cupped her face, his hawk-like eyes filled with a captivating tenderness, "I have endless freshness with you, no other woman would ever catch my eye."

Towards the evening, she was forced to look up at him, her body seemingly stiffening in an instant.

"How did you suddenly become so sentimental" she arched a lip, her entire being sinking into He Hanchuan's eyes.

"It's not because you're giving me the cold shoulder, Yanan. I really don't know what you're thinking. Someone like Song Yan is even worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as you" He lowered his head slightly and kissed her lips deeply, "Have a little temper tantrum Just promise me that you won't skip meals because you're angry with me and hurt your own body. You can ask me to do anything!"

A-Wan was tightly confined by him, her hands grasped at the position on his chest, forced to feel He Hanchuan's pounding heart, as if it were expressing how determined he was when making promises.

If it were any other time, she would definitely hate how self-absorbed He Hanchuan was being. But now, she found herself loving his domineering attitude.

"Anything goes Then how about scrubbing the floor with your knees" Xiang Wan raised her eyebrows playfully.

Suddenly, He Hanchuan's face turned pale and flushed alternately. He glanced at the maids who were peeking from afar. For a moment, he felt embarrassed, but after hesitating for a short while, he gritted his teeth and agreed, "Fine, don't talk about kneeling on the washboard, as long as you are happy, I can kneel on a knife!"

Damn it.

When he's finished soothing Xiang Wan, he'll gouge out the eyes of those peeping maids!

He was just about to go home and get a washboard when A-Wan quickly pulled him back, "Alright, I wouldn't dare let President He kneel down and scrub the floor for me in public. If it gets posted online, I'd be bombarded by your fans!"

Fans are a running joke between them. Last year, Weibo suddenly started a "Choose Your National Husband" poll, and after days and nights of voting by fans—

Surprisingly, the first place winner wasn't a celebrity or singer, but He Hanchuan, a married man with children!

After all, He Hanchuan is not inferior to popular idols in appearance, and his career is booming. Moreover, the unique wedding he gave to Xiang Wan before was a dream for many women.

During the peak of the charts, there were even young girls holding heart-shaped signs at Heshi Group for days, which made He Hanchuan very upset. He asked the construction workers to install high iron plates around the company, almost like hiring a hacker to take down Weibo.

"A-wai!" Mentioning the old matter, He Hanchuan's face was particularly grim. "I advise you to surrender now while there's still time. Otherwise, I can't guarantee you'll be able to go to work normally tomorrow."

"…" Xiangwan's laughter suddenly stopped, her legs trembling involuntarily.

Compared to He Hanchuan, she's still alright, but she's never won against this side.

Just as A-Wan was about to plead for mercy, the butler suddenly appeared before them, respectfully reporting, "Mr. He, Miss Song Yan has been waiting at the door for you."

He chuckled coldly, "It's just the right time for her to come in."

Looking at the butler's departing figure, Xiang Wan immediately retracted her smile, her expression as stiff as ever. She tilted her head, looking at He Hanchuan with puzzlement.

She was furious and needed an explanation.

Ge Hanchuan clearly knew she disliked Song Yan, so why did he still invite her home

"Don't worry." He held her tightly in his arms, a reassuring look on his face.

And the fist that A-wan had lightly draped between her legs was already secreting a layer of sweat, biting her lip and barely holding back a sense of disgust from deep within.

The scene of Song Yan kissing He Hanchuan in the restaurant has been haunting his mind ever since.

She really didn't want to see Song Yan and He Hanchuan together, even if it was just a simple work interaction, it would make her feel very uncomfortable!

But if she leaves now, it would make her seem like she doesn't trust He Hanchuan. Over time, this could inevitably affect their relationship.

"Mr. He," The butler had already brought Song Yan over to them.

Song Yan held a huge manila folder in her hand. She was very slender, and when she carried the heavy item, she gasped for breath. The butler tried to help her, but she clutched it tightly in her arms.

I don't know what kind of treasure it is, that makes her so careful.

However, when she saw Song Yan, 向晚 only felt a sense of aversion. She moved her gaze away without much expression and sat back down in her chair. She noticed the candlelight was dimming a little, so she picked up her lighter and lit the other side of the candle.

When Song Yan saw Xiang Wan was also there, a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes, as if she couldn't imagine — she would stand with He Hanchuan so harmoniously.

But her awkward smile only lasted for a few seconds before she quickly returned to natural, carrying a large bag of files to He Hanchuan's face, respectfully reporting, "Mr. He, I have prepared all the documents you asked me to bring. I don't know if there are any new instructions"

He didn't answer her, nor did he even glance in her direction. Instead, he took the file from her backpack and began examining it.

Song Yan wisely didn't disturb him, her gaze fell upon the late who was sitting on the chair, but she couldn't tear her eyes away.

Although MIMI WANG wasn't wearing any designer clothes, she still exuded an aura of confidence and superiority befitting a leading lady!

Song Yan's eyes flickered, concealing the jealousy in her depths. She boldly walked over and greeted him deliberately, "Madam, you seem to be in high spirits. This puts my mind at ease. I was worried that you would misunderstand seeing me kissing General He."

As she said this, she instinctively picked up the bottle of 'red wine' and was about to pour it into Hoshinova's glass.

"Did I let you touch me" Xiang Wan spoke coldly, her single gloomy gaze shaking Song Yan's arm slightly.

"Sorry." Song Yan's face was unreadable, she gritted her teeth but still put down the 'red wine'.

Towards the end, all her anger was reflected in her eyes. She put down the lighter in her hand, but a cold smile played on her lips.

Such petty tricks are nothing to her. To get her out of He Hanchuan's side would be a piece of cake.

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