Chapter Two: Mr. He, it's been a long time

mes. The two of them were just strangers."Your lips are chapped, have some dragon fruit!""Your face isn't looking good, are you feeling unwell or worried about your brother Don't worry about your brot...Bang.

Her forehead slammed hard into the window glass, a bit painful. While gently rubbing it, she looked up to see what had happened.

The driver grumbled and cursed, but he got out of the car in the end.

As soon as he saw that a Bentley was hit, his face turned green.

"What bad luck, I told you every day picking up and dropping off scum from prison would bring nothing but trouble, sure enough there's nothing good…"

Moona was getting off the bus and was shoved by a grumpy driver, tumbling heavily into the snow.

Those around her eyed her with curiosity, their gazes mostly filled with contempt. Her face paled, and she lowered her head, a mixture of shame and pain in her expression.

Until, a pair of gleaming leather shoes appeared in her line of sight.

She paused, following the line of his impeccably tailored trousers upwards until her eyes met the face that had appeared in her dreams countless times...

The year A-Wan was born, her mother hired someone to calculate her fortune. The person said that she would have a smooth and prosperous first twenty years of her life, but the latter half would be full of hardships.

I never thought it would come to pass after all these years.

He looked as if he were more stalwart and handsome than two years ago, but the look of disgust in his eyes when he looked at her remained unchanged from two years ago.

She stared at him blankly, for a long moment, before suddenly realizing how pathetic she looked. She lowered her head and struggled to get up from the ground, but as soon as she moved, he pressed his black umbrella against her shoulder.

"Two years have passed, and you've become mute You can't even greet me"

Her legs ached terribly, pinned down by him like this. Her knee felt like it was being pricked with needles. In this cold weather, the pain had brought beads of sweat to her forehead. Gritting her teeth, she trembled and spoke in a hushed voice: “H-He… Mr. He, long time no see.”

He looked down at her from his height. He hadn't seen clearly in the car just now, but when he got out of the car, he realized it was really her. He had even forgotten that today was her release day.

It has to be said that A-Wan's changes are quite significant.

The once carefully tended long hair was now a uniform, close-cropped style of the prison, dry as straw. His face was pale and sallow, with several new and old wounds overlapping on it.

At first glance, she's completely different from the spirited and vivacious Xiangjia princess of yore.

But he wasn't surprised, after all, how good could it be coming out of there. Looking at her disheveled appearance, He Hanchuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, even colder than the snowstorm raging outside.

"Indeed, it's changed."

She was taken aback, lifting her head to see him reach into his pocket and pull out a cigarette. He lit it, and the thick smoke swirled around him. Against that backdrop of mesmerizing features, he looked even more bewitching.

Then he chuckled softly, "Since this driver insists on believing that he's having a bad day, let's not disappoint him. Li secretary, take down his employee number and send him the compensation contract later."

The driver was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

A-Wa stood completely frozen, unsure how to react. She didn't dare move. He Hanchuan before her was still the same as two years ago - decisive and ruthless, leaving no room for mercy.

She's beyond her league.

Mr. He, if you have nothing else, could I be excused

"Leaving" He caught the word, raising his hand to lift her chin with the tip of his umbrella. His voice was icy, "Yowan, you should know, two years for atonement is truly too short."

Wan was cold, not because of the weather, but out of fear.

The inhuman torture she witnessed in prison still haunts her, making her shiver just thinking about it. When she was first imprisoned, her family immediately abandoned her, and for two years, no one has ever visited her.

She knew that was He Hanchuan's meaning. To him, she was like a fish on a chopping board, powerless to resist being slaughtered.

But now...

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