Chapter Fourteen: My Fate as A-Wei Isn't a Fate at All!

ambiguous and suggestive.Jiang Qingran only needed to raise her head slightly before she saw these love bites. Her body stiffened, tears hanging from her eyelashes, and after a long pause, one finally..."He Hanchuan, I didn't intentionally hurt Jiang Qingran at all. Why don't you believe me For the past two years, I've lived worse than death every day. After two years, you destroyed my hope again. Jiang Qingran's life is a life, but isn't Wang Wan's life a life too!"

This was her first time crying since she got out of prison. She wasn't sobbing, just tears streaming down her face nonstop. He Jianchuan frowned and watched her. Two years ago, Xiang Wan had cried and explained to him, but he hadn't felt a thing inside. But two years later, seeing her cry made him inexplicably agitated.

This emotional fluctuation made him purse his lips. He looked at her tear-stained eyes and frowned, "Yuzuru, don't think about ending it all day in and day out. Even if you did die, you'd still go to hell, destined not to reach heaven."

"But if Hell didn't have you and Jiang Qingran, it would be Heaven to me. And now, the human world, because of you, is Hell!"

At that moment, the elevator doors opened with a "ding".

“Good, very good.” He Hanchuan laughed bitterly with anger, clutching her arm and dragging her out of the elevator. The cleaning supervisor at the elevator door was initially delighted to see He Hanchuan, but when his eyes fell on the person he was dragging along, his face turned pale immediately. He hurriedly stepped forward: "Mr. He, what's wrong Did she upset you"

"Get out!"

The sanitation department head was stunned by the look in their eyes and froze, too afraid to approach. forehead was covered in sweat and she couldn't even get out of bed.She clutched the bedsheets tightly and finally fumbled her way to the bedside table. She picked up the house phone and called Zhao S...