it comes to the wedding, Ren Xiaoya's face falls. She props her chin up with both hands, "Mr. Zhong didn't seem too happy when he heard about this. He said that Zhong Shaoning is also getting married...He closed his eyes, smelling the intense perfume, dizzy. His head felt like it was exploding.

"President He, you can't stand it either, can you No matter what I say, I'm much sexier than Helo. Open your eyes, why don't you follow your heart" Song Yan's voice was sweet and coquettish, her slender fingers gliding down President He's neck.

And when she touched He Hanchuan's firm, lean abdominal muscles, her throat moved slightly, and a glimmer of desire appeared in her eyes.

To her, men had always been mere tools to help her climb the ladder. Only when she met He Hanchuan did she realize how deeply she craved him.

He is highly intelligent, devoted, and possesses both excellent looks and a great physique. She truly can't find any flaws in this man!

Even though He Hanchuan had never looked at her directly, Song Yan's gaze was still burning hot. She couldn't help but raise her finger and trace his unbuttoned shirt from bottom to top.

"Mr. He, I know you're in a high position and certainly wouldn't do something as extreme as abandoning your wife, so I don't make things difficult for you. I just want this one night," she said, her red lips then falling onto He Hanchuan's collarbone.

As a result, before she even got close, He Hanchuan turned his head away to dodge her kiss. He tried to roll over but couldn't muster any strength, so he could only watch helplessly as Song Yan unbuttoned his shirt.

"If you unbutton another one of my buttons, I guarantee you'll meet a gruesome end." He Hanchuan's voice was laced with malice. His hawk-like eyes glinted with ferocity, sending chills down your spine.

Seeing him, Song Yan forced herself to stop moving carelessly. She withdrew her fingers from his body and got off the ground.

Only after Song Yan's cloying, pungent perfume scent disappeared did He Hanchuan feel less suffocated. But before he could relax further, Song Yan forcefully pulled him to the bedside and made him sit down.

And she herself knelt down, her body leaning on He Hanchuan's knees.

"Mr. He, I know you can't accept this for a while, but it doesn't matter. I will let you know that I am better than A-wei." Song Yanmei said, then stretched out her slender finger to unbuckle his belt.

"Don't touch me, you filthy thing!" He Hanchuan looked at her actions, a feeling of nausea welling up in his stomach, his handsome face turning pale.

Damn it, he was sure Song Yan wasn't just drugging him.

“Mr. He, I really don’t understand why you resist, just accept me, okay Wanye won’t know.” Song Yan said, picking up the red wine from her bicycle and opening the bottle cap, letting it flow slowly down the rim of the cup.

As soon as she finished speaking, she poured the red wine directly onto He Hanchuan's pants.

One, two...

He couldn't muster any strength, his dark eyes glared furiously at Song Yan’s actions. A strange heat suddenly surged through his body.

He knew exactly what drug was at work inside his body, the poison mixing with the other substance as if they were fighting within him, tearing him apart piece by piece. The pain was excruciating!

Just as Song Yan was about to make her next move, He Hanchuan raised his foot and with all his might kicked the wine glass from her hand to the ground.

Bang!

Suddenly, the glass shattered into pieces.

Song Yan was also knocked to the ground by He Hanchuan's momentum, and repeated refusals made her feel humiliated. Her eyes were filled with anger.

While He Hanchuan directly leaned forward, falling to the ground. He clenched a large shard of broken glass from the cup and stabbed it hard into his thigh, watching as blood gushed out. Only then did his mind partially recover its rationality.

Just that simple action seemed to drain him, leaving him leaning against the cabinet corner, gasping for breath. His forehead was slick with sweat.

"Ah!" Song Yan looked at the blood on the ground, her face full of terror as she covered her mouth.

I'd heard that He Hanchuan was ruthless and cruel, but today I saw it with my own eyes. He wouldn't even let himself off the hook.

She instinctively took a few steps back, watching He Hanchuan even in his disheveled state still refused to look at her. Her heart was filled with jealousy and unwillingness.

“He Hanchuan, why are you like this to me Where am I worse than Xiangwan” Song Yan roared hysterically at him. “She’s a woman covered in scars, and you’re so clean for her!”

When he mentioned A-Wan's name, He Hanchuan's originally agitated heart gradually calmed down. He raised his cold eyes to look at Song Yan, his tone full of indifference, "Because she is A-Wan, because she is my life."

There has never been fairness here, only because she is A-wei, no other woman could ever be considered. So he would rather bleed himself dry than let her lose her purity.

Listening to He Hanchuan's words, Song Yan felt both anger and hatred. It was as if her pride had been trampled underfoot, a grating sensation emanating from her very bones. She angrily pushed the bicycle beside her to the ground!

“Who is it Is it Mr. He in there” Just then, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

Upon hearing this, Song Yan's face was filled with panic. She hurriedly ran to the window and looked down. She only saw several private black cars, police cars, military vehicles parked at the entrance, and about fifty bodyguards surrounded the entire hotel.

Upon hearing the sound, He Hanchuan's handsome face was filled with ease, and he coldly looked at Song Yan, "My people are here."

Song Yan's heart was in turmoil at this moment. Hearing someone banging on the door incessantly, she glared at He Hanchuan with cold eyes, "You claim to love Xiang Wan so much, but what about her Would she trust you like this"

"Damn it, you better not make any rash moves!" He Hanchuan looked at her expression of facing death calmly, a hint of panic arose in his heart. He pressed down on his temper and reminded her, "If you let me go now, I'll let you leave this place safely."

He has a great relationship with HUA, but he's afraid to gamble on whether she will still trust him after seeing those pictures.

……

On the other side, A-Wan had her bodyguards lurking around the hotel and went into the designated hotel alone. She walked to the room according to the room number and gently knocked on the door with her hand.

But as soon as her hand was on the doorknob, she heard a creak and the door swung open, bringing with it a wave of pungent perfume.

Towards Evening stepped into the room, only to see the ceiling in the hall shimmering with colorful lights, the scene was extremely romantic, while Jiang Qifeng sat by the window in a bathrobe, beside him was a small round table with a lit candle and red wine.

He held a bottle of red wine in his hand, slowly pouring it into a highball glass, "Here you go"

"Hmm." Xiang Wan's tone was flat. She looked at Jiang Qi Feng in his bathrobe, a hint of disgust in her eyes.

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