Chapter 142: I'll Give You Half a Month Off

her words, “Maybe it made Mr. Xiang a bit embarrassed. Once he gets over this bump in the road, he’ll definitely let you come home.” 。"向晚 wiped her face with a towel and sat on the bed without sayin...About an hour later, the door to the operating room opened.

The moment the door opened, Zhou Miao's body tensed, instinctively looking at He Hanchuan, afraid he would rush over now and cause Xiang Wan's emotions to fluctuate again.

But He Hanchuan only glanced into the operating room for a while, didn't move, and then asked the doctor who came out, "How is it"

"It's nothing serious." The doctor removed his mask and wiped the sweat from his forehead, saying, "Miss Xiang's body is just too weak and needs to be recuperated well. I suggest that if you know anyone who has a grudge against Miss Xiang, tell them not to visit her these days."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Miao swallowed nervously and discreetly glanced at He Hanchuan several times. The last time she stole a look at him, he happened to be looking at her. She felt a chill run down her spine and quickly lowered her head, afraid to look around anymore.

"Mmm." He Hanchuan glanced into the operating room again, his distinct knuckles tightened slightly before relaxing quickly. He turned and walked towards the elevator entrance.

Zhou Miao watched his back, her spine slightly relaxing, but her nerves remained taut.

"Are you Zhou Miao" He Hanchuan suddenly turned around and asked her.

"Huh" Zhou Miao's heart skipped a beat, her spine straightened again, and she said in a trembling voice, "Well, my name is Zhou Miao, the one with three waters."

He Hanchuan hummed in response, saying faintly, "I'll give you half a month off."

After finishing his words, he walked towards the elevator and stepped inside.

The elevator door closed and Zhou Miao only then came to her senses. President He had actually just told her she could have half a month off Could it be so she could take care of Xiang Wan

She tucked her stray hair behind her ear and murmured something softly before being wheeled away to the ward by the nurse.

Maybe the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, and A-wan was still asleep. Zhou Miao felt she had worried for nothing. If she had known this, she wouldn't have told President He those outrageous things just now.

Ding!

The elevator reached the first floor.

As He Hanchuan stepped out of the elevator and left the hospital, he happened to meet Jiang Qingran at the entrance. She sat in a wheelchair with a bouquet of flowers on her lap. Behind the wheelchair this time was not Jiang Qi Feng but a servant from the Jiang family.

"Brother Hanchuan," Jiang Qingran called out softly, "Are you also here to see Wan'er"

He glanced at her, pulled the corner of his lips, and asked back, "How do you know I'm here"

"Huh" A hint of surprise appeared on Jiang Qingran's pretty face, followed by a smile. "Could Brother Hanchuan have misunderstood I didn't come to the hospital to see you today, I came to visit Xiangwan."

He chuckled lightly, said nothing, and turned to leave, clean and efficient.

"Hanchuan!" Jiang Qingran's eyebrows furrowed slightly, then relaxed quickly as she called out to him. "Besides visiting Xiangwan, I have a small matter I want to discuss with you."

He stopped walking, turned around, but instead of coming back, he looked at her from afar with a knowing smile. "Did Wu Shu tell you I was here"

Uncle Wu is the driver from the He family. His mother wouldn't tell Qingran about his whereabouts, so Uncle Wu was the only one left.

"I have something to ask you. Just asked Uncle Wu a question, don't overthink it," Jiang Qingran sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his brows and eyes.

"He chuckled lightly, "What are you thinking so much about Are you always knowing where I am, and linking it to Uncle Wu"

"I just said not to overthink it, and now Jianchuan put all the blame on Uncle Wu like that. Uncle Wu is truly wronged." Jiang Qingran bit her lip and gave him a reproachful glance.

He Hanchuan stood in the backlight, looking at her. His eyebrows and eyes were shrouded in shadow, his expression unreadable.

After visiting Xiang Wan, I had something to talk to Hanchuan about. Would you be available Jiang Qingran gently broke the silence between them.

He didn't say whether it was inconvenient or not, but said: "Don't come to see me too late these days."

"You're not afraid of what I might do to Moona, are you" Jiang Qingran gave a bitter smile. "Moona is my friend after all, and there are so many people in the hospital. Even if I wanted to do something to her, I wouldn't have the chance."

"It hurts that you think of me like this, Hanchuan. I didn't expect it from you."

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in his expression. "The fact that you're appearing before Xiang Wan already means you've done something to her."

Jiang Qingran's body stiffened, and the bitterness in her eyes deepened.

She remained silent, but the maid behind her couldn't hold back. "Mr. He, Miss Xiang did such an unforgivable thing to our young mistress. Not only did our young mistress generously choose not to press charges, she even put aside past grievances and sincerely came to the hospital to visit her."

"But to say our young mistress like this is simply turning black and white!"

He casually glanced at the maid. The maid, who had been indignant just moments ago, immediately lowered her head and dared not meet his gaze. However, the anger and unwillingness in her expression remained undimmed.

He slightly tilted his head, his gaze falling on Jiang Qingran, and slowly said: "People who can generously forgive the murderers who wanted to kill them, and treat the other party well without holding a grudge, are divided into three categories: saints, pseudo-saints, true villains, and those with dull minds."

He bent down, looking straight at Jiang Qingran, and said word by word: "But I think, Qingran doesn't seem like a saint, nor someone who isn't bright."

Jiang Qingran's smile almost faltered, she bit her lip, her eyes glistening with a layer of water light, looking exceptionally moving, "Hanchuan ge, you..."

"Didn't you want to talk to me Let's go." He Hanchuan didn't look at her, withdrew his gaze indifferently, and turned to leave.

"Miss, Mr. He is blood-spitting!" The maid glared at He Hanchuan's back, her aura was fierce, but she tried her best to lower her voice so that the people in front wouldn't hear.

Jiang Qingran smiled, her voice gentle yet bittersweet: "Don't talk nonsense, Hanchuan isn't that kind of person."

As she spoke, she wheeled herself out.

The maid looked at the flower on her knee and hesitated: "Then... shouldn't we go visit Miss Xiang"

Jiang Qingran stopped his wheelchair, picked up the flower on his knee, and handed it to her, saying, “Throw it away. This flower smells a bit pungent. I'll buy you another one another day.”

“Oh.” The maid pushed the wheelchair forward, frowning. “If you ask me, someone like A-Wan who is a murderer doesn't deserve your attention. There's no way to warm up the heart of a white-eyed wolf!”

Jiang Qingran smiled faintly and said softly, "No matter what, Xiang Wan was my friend before. I can't be unrighteous if she is."

It was nearing six in the afternoon when the two walked into a nearby Japanese restaurant.

Jiang Qingran ordered a bunch of things, then looked at He Hanchuan and said, "Hanchuan ge, I've almost ordered everything you like to eat. Is there anything else you need to add"

"No need." He Hanchuan said.

Being with some people, ordering food is a waste because you're not in the mood to eat at all.

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