Chapter Twenty-Four She Doesn't Deserve to Die

unable to utter a single word.She looked around in confusion. Jiang Qifeng, Jiang Qingran, Jiang's mother, Jiang's father, and those influential figures from prominent families... She knew most of the...The old man didn't hide his disgust, "You guys think everything at your dream factory is good, how come you hired a murderer She..."

They pushed open the door and went inside, the sound being cut off.

Towards Evening, could hear them clearly. At first, when she heard these remarks, she would get angry, resentful and wronged, but after hearing them too much, she got used to it.

"This..." A pair of women's shoes suddenly appeared before him, "Here, take this."

Something was put into Xiangwan's hand, she didn't even have a chance to push it away, Ren XiaoYa just ran.

She opened her palm, and there was a business card lying inside.

Ren Xiaoya.

Qi Hang Law Firm.

*

The office of the general manager of Dreamland Hotel.

He Hanchuan sat on the sofa, his long and straight legs crossed together. Sunlight streamed through the window and fell upon him, a white shirt collar creating a shadow at his neck, adding a touch of mystery.

Menglan skillfully brewed a pot of tea and brought it to him. A playful glint danced in her eyes, a lazy sensuality mixed with a hint of caution. "I'm not quite sure what's going on between you and Miss Jiang."

He lifted his head to look at her, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

"If you really cared about her, I haven't seen you give her a good look in normal times." Menglan paused, seeing that he wasn't angry, and slowly continued, "But if you didn't care about her, Xiang Wan bumped into her two years ago, and you're still sticking up for her."

The tea fragrance is rich and refreshing.

He Hanchuan blew on his tea, taking a few elegant and aristocratic sips.

Just when Menglan thought he wouldn't speak, he suddenly countered, "Who said I was speaking up for Qingran"

"Isn't that so" Menglan raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of confusion flickering in her exquisite features.

But this time there was no response.

He lowered his teacup, his deep eyes falling on her. "Nothing to do"

“Where else could there be such a large club If not for you coming to entertain you, I wouldn’t even have time to take a sip of water.” Meng Lan giggled and picked up the teacup, refilling it for him. She changed the subject, “Zhou Miao came to see me today.”

He Jianchuan took the teacup, his slender fingers and the pale green teacup reflecting each other, creating an indescribable beauty.

He looked at his hand, the image of A-Wan's crimson palm flashing in his mind. His brows furrowed ever so slightly.

“She said that Yiwan had a stomach ache last night, her knees were all bruised, and she still worked over ten hours every day. I’m worried that Yiwan’s body won’t be able to take it.” Menglan sat on the other side of the sofa, leaning like a cat on top, “I don’t want anyone to get hurt, so I was thinking about reducing Yiwan’s workload a little. What do you think”

"You're asking me about such a trivial matter I think you shouldn't be the general manager of this dream realm anymore." He Hanchuan felt inexplicably irritable. He raised his hand, loosened his tie, and stood up to walk out.

As he neared the door, he stopped and said coldly, "Take some medicine over there. She's not worthy of dying yet."

After saying that, he went out.

Menglan's eyes, as bright and colorful as peach blossoms reflecting ripples of light, flickered with a hint of interest. Hmph, is she not qualified to die or does she feel reluctant for him to die

*

Employee cafeteria.

Stage fright! Her stomach was churning with nervousness. Towards the end of her final rehearsal before going live, she felt a sudden wave of dread wash over her. She just had to get through this. She barely made it back to her dorm room in time to change clothes and grab a quick lunch. Fifteen minutes for a midday break flew by, and she didn't even have a moment to rest.

She rubbed her aching legs, which felt like they were filled with lead, and walked out numbly, carrying the cleaning tools.

I don't know when this kind of life will end.

A few people who had just come to eat saw her and muttered softly—

“I remember lunchtime was two hours, how come she went to work at 12:15 every time”

"I know her. She used to be a receptionist, but she offended someone and was transferred to become a cleaner. She has to work over ten hours every day now."

"So she's still here"

Lin Tiaan just happened to walk over and raised her voice, saying, "What do you understand This person has been flirting with several wealthy men these days. If she can become a wealthy wife, what's the point of suffering now This is called being flexible!"

At this, many people in the cafeteria looked at Xiang Wan. Some looked down on her, some mocked her, and some simply ignored her. Only a few eyes showed pity.

"Bah, a murderer wants to soar to the sky and become a phoenix Don't even look in the mirror and see what you really are. Daydreaming!" Lin Tiantian spat at Xiang Wan, her eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

Towards evening lowered her head to look at the saliva on her shoes, her back muscles tensed, her fists unconsciously clenched and relaxed, then clenched tightly again.

The wound in her palm tore open again, blood dripping from her rough, calloused hands onto the ground. Discontent, anger, and forbearance churned within her, clashing and vying for dominance.

"Not happy" Lin Tiantian walked up to her, sticking out her index finger and poking at her chest almost arrogantly, "Have the guts to spit it back... ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, Huanghuang suddenly raised the mop and covered her face with it, completely smothering her. The mop was still stained with black water from wiping the floor.

All onlookers were stunned.

Lin Tianting's senses were overwhelmed, each breath filling her lungs with a stench that made her want to vomit.

She waved her hands wildly trying to pull the rag away, but after tugging for a long time, she couldn't get it off. She shrieked, "向晚, you shameless slut! You bitch, let go of me!"

Bang!

Before her words even landed, Hualian kicked her knee with a powerful strike. She stumbled and fell to her knees before Hualian's feet.

The rag also fell to the ground.

Lin Tiaolian lifted a face covered in muddy water, just about to unleash a torrent of curses when she met Xiangwan's eyes. They were dark and vicious, like those of a beast that had been violated.

All her words were stuck in her throat. For some reason, she felt a shiver run down her spine, and goosebumps erupted on her skin. She couldn't help but feel a chill run down her back.

When she looked again, A-Wan was still as usual, with a faint expression on her face, as if it had just been her illusion.

"Don't forget, I'm a murderer." Xiang Wan picked up the mop and didn't even look at her. She took the mop out of the dining hall but stopped at the door without leaving immediately.

After a moment, an ambiguous murmuring arose in the silent dining hall. Some people even laughed at Lin Tiantian who had been hit with a rag, saying all sorts of things.

"A murderer is a murderer, the ruthlessness just now made me too scared to even speak!"

"It's best to stay away from her. Who knows when she might decide to kill someone."

"Sister Menglan, you really are something else. Why did you have to hire a murderer That was terrifying! From now on, I'm definitely bringing a stun gun with me every time I come to work!"

However, Lin Tiantian also deserves it. Both of them are not good people. Today at most it's like dog biting dog.

When I saw Wan Yi dragging a mop and smearing it all over Lin Tiantian's face, I felt quite satisfied. After all, Lin Tiantian had done plenty to slander me behind my back.

Lin Tiantian's face flushed red, then white, then red again, changing colors more dramatically than a palette. She scrambled to her feet, her teeth clenched in fury.

She will get even for this, sooner or later!

At the door, Xiang Wan listened to their discussion, twitching her lips and smiling wryly.

This label of "murderer" will forever be attached to her, for the rest of her life. Even if she acted in self-defense, the three words "murderer" would make her the guilty party.

She, seemed to be something everyone avoided like the plague...

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