Chapter 159: It's More Than Hate, It's Pure Hatred

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She looked the same as always, but only she knew that every cell in her body was on high alert. It wasn't nervousness from being watched by someone she liked, but rather a wariness like a rabbit facing a wolf, not daring to let down her guard for even a moment.

"Si Tu." He Hanchuan suddenly called out her name.

As his voice echoed, Si Tu felt a jolt in her heart and subconsciously took a few steps back, adopting a wary stance. "Hmm."

"You..." He Hanchuan looked at her, bristling with hostility like a hedgehog. His words circled on his tongue before he spat them out, "Pour me a cup of tea."

Toward Evening lowered her head, a hint of sarcasm flickering in her eyes, she said softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. He, this is a hospital, there's no tea."

He even went to the hospital just to order her around, well, he's really dedicated to humiliating her.

“...Pour me a cup...” He Hanchuan hesitated for a moment before speaking, then stopped halfway through, “No, it’s fine.”

He stood up, walked to the table and poured himself a glass of water. He lifted it and drank half the glass, then put it down. The outside of the glass was damp with sweat from his hand.

A-Wan glanced at him, licked her dry lips, then lowered her head and sat back down on the hospital bed.

She felt that He Hanchuan's attitude towards her recently was very... strange, a feeling she couldn't put into words. And this feeling was like millions of ants crawling all over her limbs and bones, making every cell in her body feel uncomfortable.

After putting down his cup, He Hanchuan continued to stare at her. Occasionally, his eyebrows would furrow slightly before quickly relaxing again, his expression unreadable.

Both of them remained silent, the ward was eerily quiet, an awkward tension hanging in the air.

"What did General He want to see me about today" Xiang Wan kept her head down, but she could still feel He Hanchuan's gaze lingering on her. Goosebumps rose on her back, and she finally couldn't help but ask.

He walked a few steps and sat down by the chair. After several attempts to speak, he finally asked, "Two years ago..."

He had just opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped, his brow furrowing slightly.

He only said three words, and the color drained from 向晚's face.

Two years ago

Does He Hanchuan want to investigate the matter of her breaking Jiang Qingran's leg Or does he want to hold a grudge against her for the fact that her family has cut ties with her, but her brother-in-law and sister-in-law have always kept in touch with her

"Do you think a person should believe what they see" He Hanchuan placed his right hand on the table, his knobby fingers tapping rhythmically against the surface.

Towards Evening didn't know what he meant by that, so she lowered her head and said, "I don't know."

"Should or shouldn't, answer me." He Hanchuan raised his eyes to look at her, his voice low.

It's a command again! Xiang Wan clenched her fists tightly, with unwillingness and disgust in her eyes.

She snorted, looking up at him, "Mr. He, you're such a smart person, do you really need to ask me this kind of question"

"Even the most intelligent person is still human," He Hanchuan paused, adding with a hint of meaning, "Humans will have all kinds of problems."

A-Wan found his sudden outburst ridiculous. She clenched her fists, desperately suppressing the hatred brewing within her, "Mr. He claims to be an ordinary person How humble! Aside from not being immortal, what can't you do"

Break her legs, send her to prison, force her to stay in the Dream Institution, and make her family disown her... Every major turning point that could change her life trajectory was just a word from him!

Who is he

No, to her, he was a devil from hell! A demon!

"Do you hate me" He looked at her for a moment before speaking, his finger tapping the table faster.

Only then did A-Wei realize she had been too aggressive. She took a deep breath and lowered her head, saying, "I dare not."

It's not that I don't hate him, but rather that I dare not. A single character makes all the difference between heaven and earth.

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, but the tightness in his chest only grew worse. He frowned slightly, opening his mouth several times but remaining silent.

This was the first time A-Wai had seen him so conflicted, but she didn't care about his turmoil, nor what he was conflicted about. All that mattered to her was whether he would make things difficult for her, whether her life would become even harder.

They sat facing each other, he looking at her and she looking at the ground, for a long time without speaking.

"So you really... hate me" He Hanchuan's throat tightened, his usually aloof voice laced with an almost imperceptible rasp.

向晚 lowered her head and remained silent, only clenching her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms.

It's more than just hate, it's intense hatred!

If she had the ability, she would definitely make him taste the pain and despair she had experienced and was experiencing. She would let him try the agony of being unable to live or die!

Her silence had already represented consent. He Hanchuan's eyes darkened a bit, and he suddenly got up and walked in front of her.

Overwhelmed by the shadow of his body, HUA's pupils contracted, her hatred and fear intertwined. Her hands subconsciously pressed against the bed behind her, leaning back into the mattress.

"Haven't you ever thought about what you did wrong" He Hanchuan bent down, his hands supporting the bed just like hers, his upper body leaning forward slightly, almost covering her.

Toward the end of her gaze, she saw his reflection, her limbs suddenly weak and heavy. In that instant, rationality returned to her.

She took a deep breath, lowered her gaze, and didn't look at him. "I broke Ms. Jiang's leg two years ago, and now all of this is my just desserts. My attitude was wrong just now, I apologize."

It means nothing to her to try to win a verbal argument; it would only make her situation more difficult. She was too impulsive just now.

"Besides her, what else do you have to apologize for" Her intentional humility and aloofness added another layer of tightness to He Hanchuan's chest. He lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Toward the end of the day, a forced look from her met his gaze. His anger seemed to come out of nowhere, but she had no choice but to suppress her own and answer, "No."

"What" He tightened his grip on her chin, his voice sharp as he asked, word by word, "Then what about the Jiang family two years ago..."

Beep—

Beep—

The phone suddenly vibrated with a buzzing sound.

向晚 turned her head to avoid his touch, propping herself up on the bed and taking a few steps back. "Mr. He, your phone is ringing," she said.

The tip of her nose was filled with the scent of his men's cologne. She frowned, silently holding her breath.

He stood up, glanced at the caller ID, and hung up directly. Then he looked at Xiangwan curled up in the corner of the bed, and said with a hint: "The day before your birthday two years ago, I went to the Jiang family."

"So President He was already interested in Miss Jiang back then. Forgive my blindness, I actually said the proposal at the birthday banquet in front of both of you, making you laugh." Xiang Wan tightened her spine and said sarcastically.

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