"Must you degrade yourself like this?" Jiang Qifeng strode to her side, his fingers seizing her wrist. "He Hanchuan loves Qingran, not you. Nothing you do will ever work!" "I know Mr. He is fond of your sister. You don't need to repeat yourself." Xiang Wan struggled against his grip but couldn't break free. "Please let go of me. You're keeping me from my work." A flash of light flickered at the end of the hallway. She glanced over, but saw nothing. Perhaps she hadn't slept well. Her eyes were playing tricks on her. Jiang Qifeng didn't let go; instead, his grip tightened. "Do you love He Hanchuan that much? Enough to work as a cleaner just to be near him?" "What business is it of yours whether I love him or not?" A cold smile twisted Xiang Wan's lips. "Even if I loved *you*, would you be with a murderer who tried to kill your own sister?" Jiang Qifeng’s lips thinned. He released her. "Why did you run Qingran down with your car? He Hanchuan was about to be engaged to you. Qingran was never a threat to you both." "No reason. I just felt like it," Xiang Wan said, her gaze lowered, her voice barely a whisper. *She ran over Jiang Qingran?* *Hah. Are they sure the car hit the person, and not the other way around?* "How could you be so vicious?" Jiang Qifeng demanded. "You were Qingran's best friend. You knew dancing was her life. You crippled her, ruined her entire life! Do you have any idea how much pain she's been in these past two years?" Xiang Wan's expression was impassive. "What does her pain have to do with me? A vicious person like me enjoys seeing friends suffer. The more she hurts, the happier I am." *No matter how much Jiang Qingran had suffered these past two years, could it compare to her time in prison?* Jiang Qifeng couldn't believe those words had come from her. She had been wild before, but never this malicious. Was this her true face? "Xiang Wan, Mr. Jiang is a guest! How can you speak to a guest like that!" The supervisor came striding over. "Get over here and apologize to Mr. Jiang!" Xiang Wan stared at the floor, unmoving. "I told you to get over here! Are you deaf?" the supervisor's voice rose sharply. Xiang Wan licked her dry lips. Bowing low, she stared at her own reflection on the floor. "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang." The floor had just been mopped and the tiles were still wet, reflecting her own wretched image. The chill she’d caught was bad enough, but combined with the bruises on her knees from kneeling the other day, her legs truly ached. Jiang Qifeng looked down at her, saying nothing. A few guests walked by, casting several glances at Xiang Wan. One of them, a baby-faced young woman, couldn't stand it any longer. She strode over, frowning. "What's going on here? It's the twenty-first century. How can a grown man bully a girl like this?" Without waiting for Jiang Qifeng or Xiang Wan to speak, she pulled Xiang Wan up. "Get up! Are you just going to apologize because they tell you to? Are you an idiot?" "Xiaoya, don't get involved!" a man rushed over and grabbed her arm. Turning to Jiang Qifeng, he said, "My friend just arrived in B City, she doesn't know any better. Please, Mr. Jiang, don't mind her. I'll take her away now." "I'm not leaving! What kind of man bullies a woman?" Ren Xiaoya planted her hands on her hips, positioning herself in front of Xiang Wan. The man was getting frantic, but he couldn't persuade her to leave. "Thank you," Xiang Wan said, gently guiding her aside. "I'm alright. You and your friends should go enjoy yourselves." She couldn't let this kind person get into trouble for her sake. "See? She said she's fine. What are you meddling for? Let's go, let's go!" The man and another woman practically dragged Ren Xiaoya away. Ren Xiaoya yelled over her shoulder, "I'm in suite 4502! Come find me if you need anything!" Xiang Wan gave her a smiling nod, but the moment the girl turned away, the smile vanished from her face. "If you want to destroy yourself, I won't stop you." Jiang Qifeng's expression was complicated as he watched her face change so quickly. He took out a tube of ointment and pressed it into her hand. Her knees must be covered in bruises from kneeling for so long that day. He had specifically asked someone to bring this ointment back from abroad for her. Xiang Wan didn't even glance at it. She pushed it right back into his hand. "If I'm destroying myself, that's my business. It has nothing to do with you, and I don't need you looking out for me."