"Hanchuan, I'm coming in..." Jiang Qingran stood in the doorway, leaning on a crutch, her hand still frozen on the doorknob. She was clearly in a rush—too desperate to confirm something to remember her manners. He Hanchuan snapped out of his reverie, his brow furrowing. "What are you doing here? Don't you have physical therapy today?" Jiang Qingran’s eyes had already found Xiang Wan. She froze for a moment before her gaze snapped back to He Hanchuan, taking in his unbuttoned shirt and the smear of blood on his lip. Even a fool could guess what had just happened, and she was no fool—she had come prepared. Her delicate brows knitted together as she asked, her voice laced with false innocence, "Hanchuan? When did she get out of prison? Why are you with her?" "Hah..." Instead of answering, He Hanchuan slowly began to button his shirt, his eyes lowered. "You already knew, didn't you?" he countered. "Song Qiao must have told you. Why else would you show up here in the middle of the night?" "I..." Jiang Qingran’s eyes reddened, her expression heartbreakingly fragile. "I knew she was at the Meng Hui Club, that's why I came. But I didn't know you'd be with her, doing..." She trailed off, biting her pink lip in apparent distress. "Hanchuan, that's *Xiang Wan*. She tried to kill me! Have you forgotten?" Hearing this, Xiang Wan couldn't help but frown. She silently straightened her own clothes, then rose to her feet and started for the door, each step heavy. "Excuse me, can I get by?" she asked softly from behind them. Jiang Qingran looked up at her, her face a mask of pain. "Xiang Wan, do you hate me that much? Wasn't what you did to me two years ago enough? Why show up in our lives again the moment you're released? What do you want?" Seeing the flicker of emotion on Xiang Wan's face, He Hanchuan raised an eyebrow and cut Jiang Qingran off. "I'm the one who asked her to come to the Meng Hui Club." "Hanchuan?" Jiang Qingran stared, incredulous. "Why?" He Hanchuan looked down at her, a cold sneer playing on his lips. "You and your brother seem to have a habit of questioning my hiring decisions. What is it? Does the He family need to report its personnel choices to you now?" Xiang Wan lifted her head to meet Jiang Qingran’s gaze. This was the first time they had seen each other in two years. She studied her; aside from the crutch, Jiang Qingran looked exactly the same—the very picture of a delicate, fragile princess. But *she* was the one who had paid the price. A self-mocking smile touched Xiang Wan's lips, her eyes clear and sharp. "Jiang Qingran, when are you finally going to tell the truth about who wronged whom two years ago?" "What?" The color drained from Jiang Qingran's face. Biting her lip, her voice thick with tears, she cried, "Xiang Wan, why are you still making excuses? Why were you so cruel? Why did you want me dead?" Who was the one who felt no remorse? Xiang Wan couldn't be bothered to argue. The fact was, she had served two years in prison and paid for it with her leg. It was all settled. Who would believe her anyway? Pulling her cleaner’s uniform tighter, she shrugged indifferently. "It's been two years. I'm not here to argue about who was right or wrong. I have a job to do, so I won't disturb you two any longer." With that, she stepped around them and walked out of the room. He Hanchuan watched her leave, an unreadable emotion flickering in his eyes. Jiang Qingran saw the look on his face, and a knot of anxiety tightened in her chest. She quickly looped her arm through his, making herself appear as delicate and harmless as possible. "Hanchuan, you have to believe me. I was just worried when I heard she was out and working at the Meng Hui Club. I didn't mean anything by it. It’s just... someone who hurt you once suddenly reappeared. I was scared, that's why I came..." At this, He Hanchuan's brow furrowed again. "Scared of what?" She looked up, her expression full of sorrow. "I'm scared she'll put on an act again, to trick you, to trick my brother. Back then, if I hadn't discovered that she was stringing my brother along while still deceiving you, she never would have flown into a rage and tried to run me over with her car. Now she's out, and she’s appearing before both of you again. My brother... my brother is already completely bewitched by her. He wants to break up with Song Qiao because of her. I'm just so scared... I'm scared it'll all happen again." "You're saying Jiang Qifeng wants to break up with Song Qiao? Because of Xiang Wan?" He Hanchuan's eyes narrowed, his expression turning grim.