..." 。"What do you think she's helping you for" He Hanchuan saw a strand of her hair falling down, and very naturally helped to tuck it behind her ear. 。Towards the evening, she looked up at him 。"The...Connecting flights...

When she heard this, Xiang Wan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she hurriedly reminded, "Right, you're right. Han Chuan definitely won't have any problems. It's me overthinking things. I should eat more so that I can wait for him to come back."

After finishing her words, Xiang Wan took the chicken soup from Meng Lan's hands, stirred it with a spoon to disperse the heat, and gulped it down in large mouthfuls.

She ate way too quickly, soup splashed out everywhere.

Seeing her like this, Meng Lan's eyes flashed with a hint of pity. She quickly spoke up to remind her, "Eat slowly, there's no rush, no one is going to fight you for it."

And Menglan, like possessed, ate with a voracious hunger, stuffing her mouth while muttering to herself.

"You're right, I need to eat more..."

She mumbled, chewing her food forcefully, trying to suppress the bitterness in her heart with eating.

A-wai hadn't eaten in such a long time, and suddenly eating so much caused a sharp pain in her stomach.

Immediately, A-Wei's face turned pale, she held onto the trash can, and started to vomit.

"Wawen!" Menglan exclaimed, hurriedly reaching out to help her up and gently patting her back.

Xiang Wan was vomiting into the trash can, almost to the point of throwing up her stomach acid.

At the sight of this, no one in the audience could bear to see her like this!

With Han Chuan's departure, almost all of Xiang Wan's soul was taken away. Now she is like a walking corpse, at the mercy of others.

Not knowing how long she had been unconscious, Xiang Wan finally managed to regain some awareness. Her entire body was drained of energy, reaching out to hug her knees and helplessly kneeling on the ground.

"Hanchuan..."

Towards Evening reached out and covered her cheek, crying out in pain, "What am I supposed to do now that you're gone Tell me, how will my child and I live on!"

Seeing her like this, Menglan let out a soft sigh.

And the next second, she walked over and gently caressed Hoshinova's shoulders, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted to speak, but when the words reached her mouth, she felt that no matter what she said, it would be so inappropriate.

Then, she reached out and directly pulled A-wei into her embrace.

Dreamland rubbed hard at Yhwch's arm, hoping to transfer some of her body heat to her. But Yhwch was very cold, and Dreamland couldn't warm her up at all.

"My late night," Zhao Yu also stood up from the sofa, staggering towards Xiang Wan's side.

In my memory, Zhao Yu was an elegant and dignified woman. However, when facing the death of her son, she couldn't maintain her composure on the surface and cried until she was dizzy and lightheaded.

Zhao Yu tightly grasped Xiang Wan's hand, looking at her seriously, "Don't cry, listen to me, I believe just like you that Han Chuan is not dead. We haven't seen his body, and we haven't investigated the process of his disappointment, so we can't lose hope yet!"

Wanye looked like she had lost her soul, her face as pale as death. She helplessly leaned against Menglan's arms.

Her eyes were vacant, only flickering with a few moments of expression when she heard Zhao Yu's words.

Yes.

She hasn't really checked it out yet.

Thinking of this, Xiang Wan's emotions surged. She looked at Zhao Yu, her voice choked with sobs, "Mom, Shen Hao said on the phone that Han Chuan's body was blown to pieces and there wasn't even a complete corpse left. How can we find him"

Not a single noodle is left!

This sentence pierced Zhao Yu's heart like a dagger.

She pressed her hand to her forehead, and her body went weak, almost fainting.

"Old Madam!" The butler exclaimed, hurriedly supporting Zhao Yu and crying out, "You must take care of your health."

Towards Evening was so frightened by this scene that she was at a loss for words, clutching her arm and sobbing.

"Mom, please don't scare me like that! You have to be okay, or how am I supposed to explain this to Hankang"

After a while, Zhao Yu finally managed to regain his composure and gradually opened his eyes.

"Wanwan…" she softly reminded.

Once always the most image-conscious Zhao Yu, at this moment his hair was disheveled and his eyes were red with tears, seeming to have aged ten years.

"Mom, what do you say."

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Zhao Yu looked at her, his voice pleading, "Wan Wan, I'm old, my body is failing me, but Han Chuan is my son. I have a feeling he's definitely not dead."

"For the love of all that is holy, please find Hanchuan! The He family has fallen apart, this family... now it can only rely on you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Yu's eyes closed tightly, and her agitated emotions caused her to faint.

"Grandmother!"

"Mom!" Xiang Wan's tears surged again, raising her eyes to the maids standing at the door, "Quickly, go and call a doctor."

……

The He family was in complete disarray.

The family doctor examined Zhao Yu and determined that she had fainted due to excessive excitement. She just needed some nutritional supplements and good rest.

On the other hand, A-wei's situation was somewhat serious. Long-term insomnia coupled with emotional agitation left her pale face without a trace of color.

But before she could catch her breath, news of He Hanchuan's death shocked everyone in the He family. Back then, they had not gained anything from He Hanchuan, so how could they let go of this opportunity now

In the afternoon, A-Wan's emotions had calmed down considerably. Meng Lan helped her to the living room and they sat on the sofa.

Feng Mu had just finished his phone call and strode over to them with a calm gait.

Dreamland tilted her head slightly upward, meeting his gaze. She saw a flicker of worry in his eyes, as if he were asking, "How is Xiangwan doing"

"Not good." Meng Lan mouthed to him, without making a sound.

Feng Mu wasn't at all surprised. He lightly tapped her head and then sat down on the sofa, his gaze heavy as he stared at Xiang Wan.

"Just now, I was communicating with Shen Hao, and the results weren't ideal. But I know I shouldn't hide this from you. Decide for yourself whether you want to hear it." Feng Mu stated solemnly.

He couldn't comfort Hoshimachi like he comforted Momosuzuma because he knew, sooner or later, Hoshimachi would have to face reality.

"Go ahead," Hualian said, trying her best to keep the calmness from her voice.

"Good." Feng Mu's distinct fingers tightened, his knuckles rubbing against his palm incessantly, revealing his nervousness.

He first explained the cause of Feng Mu's death, then paused for a moment before continuing, "Now, it can be basically determined that the body is Han Chuan's. I know you can't accept this, and for any of us, it's very difficult to accept."

"I need real data from Milan."

To everyone's surprise, toward evening calmly opened her mouth and reminded them.

"Good."

Feng Mu agreed. “But it will take some time. I’ve already sent people to investigate, not just Milan’s information, but the entire ‘Eagle’ organization’s internal power dynamics.” black. There was no city noise, no chirping of insects, only the occasional sound of wind, a terrifying silence. 。Then, she sat with a tense back for a while. She tentatively stood up and walked towa...