Chapter Eighty-Six: I Am Just a Pawn

crashing into Qingran's leg! Apologizing to her wasn't something you had to do, was it You have to hold onto this grudge and get yourself sent to prison for the rest of your life just to feel satisfi...Zhao Yu seemed to have seen her abnormality, or perhaps not. He just continued, "Originally, I planned to hold the wedding at the He family's place, but the old man has some reservations about your experience of being imprisoned. He said that the wedding could be held, but not at the He family's place."

"Then don't do it. I appreciate your kindness, aunt." 。"向晚 bent down to pick up the chopsticks from the floor and placed them on the table, speaking in a slightly hurried tone." 。A servant came up and placed a clean pair of chopsticks in front of her, taking away the dirty ones. 。Zhao Yu sighed, not sure if she was talking about this matter or something else, "I have the will but lack the means." 。"Auntie, please don't blame yourself. You've already done enough for me." 。"Moona's expression had returned to normal, only her face was still a little pale. 'The birthday party is just a formality, I don't care'" 。" It's not about whether you care or not anymore, it's about whether others do. " 。This is your first birthday after getting out of prison. Who knows how many eyes are watching you. If you just let this one pass without a fuss, then in their eyes you'll truly be an abandoned pawn. 。"Zhao Yu said," 。Towards Evening took a bite of the food, the taste was bland, "No matter how others see me, I'm actually just a pawn." 。"As for the birthday party, I've already got people handling it. The invitations have been sent out too. You can come with me tomorrow." 。Zhao Yu didn't ask her opinion again, and made the final decision. 。The post has been sent out, and Wanye has no way to refuse. She lowered her head to eat without saying another word. 。After dinner, Jiang Qingran came and chatted with Zhao Yu in the hall. 。After chatting for a while, she smiled and said to Xiang Wan: "Talking made me thirsty, could you bring me that plate of fruit on the table" Xiang Wan didn't move 。He Hanchuan wasn't here, so she didn't need to pretend to be respectful towards Jiang Qingran out of fear. 。Seeing this, Jiang Qingran seemed to have thought of something, "Let me make it clear first, I'm just inconvenient in my legs and asked you for a favor. I definitely don't mean to treat you as a servant." 。"Maybe you've been working too long at the Dream Weaver. Hearing someone ask you to fetch something makes you feel like they're ordering you around." 。If I have offended you with this statement, please forgive me. 。She bit down on the three characters "Meng Huisuo," her gaze sweeping over Zhao Yu as if she were about to say something, but then held back. 。Zhao Yu was eating the sliced fruit, a slight frown curving her lips. 。"Ms. Jiang can't dance anymore, but she could become a screenwriter. If she writes palace intrigue or house drama, I truly believe she could achieve literary success with one book." 。"Towards the end said lightly." 。Thank you for your advice 。But during your two years in prison, I learned some things about finance. Now I'm a member of the Jiang Shi Group's finance department and very busy. I probably can't be a screenwriter anymore. 。Jiang Qingran gave a faint smile. 。Every word she spoke was like a poisoned dagger, piercing straight into Wan's heart. 。

向晚 tightely pursed her lips, without saying a word

"If you don't want to work at the Dreamatorium, you can also learn some knowledge in finance or other areas like me and change jobs. " 。“However, there’s a problem. You’ve been in prison, so good universities probably won’t accept you.” 。But you don't have to worry too much about that. If you decide on a school, I can ask Kanda-kun to help you get things sorted out. 。"Having said so much, are you thirsty" Xiang Wan got up and brought the fruit to Jiang Qingran's front. 。Jiang Qingran picked up a piece of fruit and curved her eyes, "In the end, I still have to trouble you. I'm sorry" 。"

You're welcome, I'm happy to help. " 。" 向晚 put the plate in front of Zhao Yu, and said to him just like she said to Jiang Qingran, "But not everyone is as kind as I am. You have inconvenient legs and feet, and you talk so much, I advise you to carry a water cup with you." >>> 。" Jiang Qingran bit her lip, considered it seriously and then said: "My leg will be almost able to stand in half a year. As for you, if you have the opportunity, go take a look. If it gets worse and you become a cripple, that wouldn't be good." 。"

Towards the evening clenched the fruit platter tightly in her hand, then suddenly let go, the whole plate of fruit fell onto Jiang Qingran's clothes, and then rolled to the ground. " 。 Splash! 。The plate shattered with a sound, the pale white shards glimmering against the colorful fruit, creating a strangely beautiful contrast. 。"Sorry, I slipped up." 。"Towards Evening bent over slightly, but her words lacked sincerity, "I'm sorry" 。" Zhao Yu let out a soft chuckle, the crinkles at the corners of her eyes rippling like fish tails. She was graceful, yet there was a hint of allure that only a mature woman could possess. 。She beckoned to the maid and said, "Zhang Yi, please cut some more fruit." 。Alright, let's cut a few more plates. It's hot outside, so let's cool the kids down. 。Aunt Zhang responded with a sound and left. 。Jiang Qingran lowered her eyes to look at the dishevelment on her clothes, a flash of darkness in her eyes, then she looked up in confusion: "How could you have slipped your hand so well" She bit her lip, her face somewhat dim, "Shouldn't it be that you still hate Hanchuan ge for choosing me" "Miss Jiang is overthinking. You slipped your hand last time because of scalding hot water, and I slipped my hand this time because of the cold fruit." 。You should be thankful that I don't have a pot of hot water in my hand, or I might accidentally splash you and disfigure you. 。"Wanye's entire body was tense, her eyes filled with hatred." 。Hearing this, Jiang Qingran's eyes welled up with tears, full of disbelief, "Xiang Wan, you... were you really on purpose" "I'll speak for Xiang Wan..." 。"Zhao Yu wiped her mouth with a tissue and said, 'She just came back from the hospital. Her body hasn't fully recovered yet. Her limbs often feel weak, she probably had another episode just now. She turned to look at Xiang Wan, 'Right, Wanwan' Xiang Wan clenched and unclenched her hand several times before softly humming in response, 'I don't feel well, I'm going back to my room to rest.'" 。"Go on, Qingran is a kind and understanding girl, she won't blame you. " 。Zhao Yu said 。Jiang Qingran nodded, looking worried. "If you're feeling unwell, you should go rest upstairs. I won't be like Xiang Yu ge and get angry over something so small." 。"

W向晚 furrowed her brows, ignoring her and went upstairs directly>>> 。She is also pitiful. 。"Jiang Qingran sighed, "But pitiful people have their hateful aspects too. It's true that my stepmother kept her by her side, isn't she afraid..."

She stopped speaking here and waved her hands, "I don't mean to maliciously speculate about Xiangwan, it's just that after all, she has a criminal record for attempted murder. I'm just too worried about my stepmother, that's why..."

"I watched Wanwan grow up, so I know her very well…" 。"Zhao Yu smiled softly and said, "Qingran, I'll be straight with you, no matter what happens between you and Hanchuan in the end, Wanwan is a likable junior to me." 。At this time, Aunt Zhang brought in two plates of fruit and put them on the table. 。"Aunt," Jiang Qingran said after a long silence, his face bitter. "No matter what I do, you seem to be dissatisfied. Is it because of my mom and Uncle's affair" If you think 《Towards Evening Greetings Han Chuan》 is good, please copy the following URL and share it with your QQ, WeChat or Weibo friends, thank you for your support!(b/24/24658/)gged at her hand, "Maybe it's best not to hold hands in front of the elders."I feel a bit embarrassed.He didn't let go, his eyebrows raised slightly. "We already have a child, what’s wrong with me hol...