if Li Yan screamed her lungs out claiming it was a fake, no one would believe her."To steal someone else's things and dare to wear them so openly, I don't know whether to say you're stupid or just pl...>

Silence.

The already tense atmosphere was made even more oppressive by this silence.

"You're saying this to make me stand up for you" Old Master He narrowed his eyes and raised his voice.

"You misunderstood." Xiang Wan's palm was sweating. "I was just telling the truth."

Old Master He let out a cold, mocking laugh.

"I'm saying this now just in case," Xiang Wan licked her dry lips, her back soaked with sweat. "Jiang Qingran went so far as to risk her life to frame me to stop my engagement with He Hanchuan."

"Once she knows I'm carrying the He family's blood, who knows what crazy things she might do. I'm telling you this only to avoid facing your wrath if there's an accidental miscarriage."

Mr. He remained silent, only staring at her with sharp eyes.

Ge Hanchuan's eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly, wanting to speak several times. But when he saw the expression on Old Master Ge's face, he ended up saying nothing.

Under the scrutiny of Old Master He, Xiang Wan felt as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on her head, making it impossible to lift. Sweat trickled down her forehead, layer by layer.

"Don't worry," Old Master He broke the silence, saying calmly, "They wouldn't dare to do that!"

The large stone in her heart suddenly loosened, and she felt like she had been pulled from the water. "Then, thank you," she said.

"Old Master He let out a heavy hum, with a pointed look, "I best hope that by the time it's due, you can give me a healthy grandson, not some nonsense like miscarriages and late births!"

"You sent someone to check me personally. If you still don't believe I'm pregnant, then I have nothing to say."向晚 lowered her head, her pupils contracted, and the cold sweat that had just dissipated from her forehead reappeared suddenly.

Mr. He was very displeased with her attitude and stared at her gloomily for a long while before grabbing the teapot, which was still steaming with hot tea.

"You don't want a great-grandchild, so go ahead and smash it now." Helian Chuan looked at him, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

Towards the Evening slightly raised her head, a glimpse of Old He's withered hand resting on the teapot handle caught her eye. The teapot had already moved a centimeter away from the table. She clenched her clothes tightly, instinctively wanting to stand up and dodge, but physiological impulse was suppressed by reason with effort.

Mr. He is a typical dominant personality type with a strong desire for control. He dislikes anyone doing anything outside of his control.

"You should be thanking this child!" Old Master He slammed the teapot onto the table and glared at the two people on the sofa opposite him.

While Wan held onto her clothes a little less tightly, she didn't completely let go. Her nerves were still on edge.

“A pregnant woman's emotions can affect the fetus.” He Hanchuan saw her little movements in his eyes, pursed his lips, and said, “Besides, Xiang Wan spent two years in prison, and her body isn’t very good. If Grandpa wants to hold the great-grandchild safely and soundly, it’s better to take care of her emotions.”

Grandfather He suddenly slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and shouted: "Do you really think my grandson can only be the one in Xiang Wan's belly!"

"You have so many grandchildren, great-grandchildren naturally wouldn't just be in Wan's belly." He Hanchuan smiled coldly, "However, you don't have much time left. In your lifetime, the only one you might be able to hold with your own hands is this one."

At this, Xiang Wan's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat instantly crept up her forehead, back, and palms.

For someone as high-ranking and powerful as Old Master He, the last thing he would want to hear about is death, especially since he doesn't have much time left!

As expected —

"You, what are you saying" Old Master He glared angrily, breathing heavily.

He lowered his head and remained silent.

"Get down on your knees!" Old Master He covered his mouth with his hand and coughed violently, the wrinkles on his face turning pale in an instant.

He covered it very tightly, but late one night secretly peeked and saw blood seeping out from between his fingers.

Not many, yet a signal of death.

Mr. He's days are numbered indeed.

He didn't argue this time. Ge Hanchuan bowed his head and knelt on the ground.

"An'an, shut your mouth!" Master He roared with a sinister face. "I won't let you stop, don't you dare stop! Did you hear me...cough...Did you!"

The bald man replied with a sound, walked to He Hanchuan's side, "Third Young Master, I apologize for this."

After that, she slapped him mercilessly across the face.

In the vast living room, there was only the sound of loud slaps, one after another, ringing out with startling clarity.

After watching for a while, Old Master He sat down on the sofa with a sullen face, continuing to watch He Hanchuan being slapped.

Towards Evening's face quickly swelled, blood seeping from the corners of her mouth. She gripped the hems of her clothes tightly, her lips slightly parted, fear and panic evident in her eyes.

This is the 21st century, the era of democracy and the rule of law, yet there's still a dictator like Old Master He who practices violent authoritarianism!

Lan Jie is right, she's indeed naive. No, it's not naive, it's stupid!

She grew up in this circle, but only today did she realize that it was a bloody, dog-eat-dog world! Without strength or backing, you're just an ant to be crushed at will!

Xiāng Wǎn blinked her eyes without a moment's hesitation, staring intently at Hé Hánchuān. She felt an eternity pass before she heard Old Master Hé command the bald man to stop.

"Don't think just because your aunts are leaning towards you in this CEO selection, you can run amok." Old Master He walked up to He Hanchuan and warned coldly, "Even if I die, with your current shoddy skills, you wouldn't stand a chance against me!"

He Hanchuan maintained his kneeling posture with some difficulty, his expression calm as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if he hadn't been the one who had just been beaten.

Old Master He snorted heavily at him and, calling for Nan Ge, left together.

"Just wait here a moment." Xiang Wan helped him onto the sofa and dashed upstairs. As she neared the top, she stumbled and almost rolled back down, but without stopping, she continued to run upward.

He watched her leave, a small smile playing on his lips. But the movement pulled at his wound, causing him to grimace slightly in pain.

After a while, Xiang Wan went downstairs with the medicine box and frowned as she treated his wound.

During that time, He Hanchuan stared at her without blinking. From her eyes to her lips to the graceful lines of her neck, and then back from her neck to her lips to her eyes, he repeated this over and over again.

"Are you done watching" His gaze was so intense, it felt tangible. He had such a strong presence that Xiang Wan couldn't even ignore him if she tried.

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