Chapter 80: To Have a Heart Is to be Guilty

minute, it seems that Xia Wan'yu, the chief lawyer of Fushi Group, has her birthday in August. I saw her profile, pure white rich beauty, she even made headlines with our President Fu when they attend...Chapter 80: To Be Moved Is Sinful

Xu Qinghuan felt her mind was in chaos, like a pot of muddled water, unable to think straight.

She stumbled out of the hospital, her legs swollen from standing all night, aching like lead.

Finding it difficult to walk with the immense pressure, Xu Qinghuan saw a breakfast shop nearby that was open. She went inside and ordered some random things before sitting down to take a moment to catch her breath.

The proprietress walked over with a plate of eggs and milk. Seeing her like this, she was taken aback!

"Goodness gracious, girl! What happened to your face! You're bleeding, quick, wipe it up!"

After she was done talking, she quickly ran back to help Xu Qinghuan get medicine and iodine.

Xu Qinghuan only then used her phone's front-facing camera to glance at the injury on her cheek.

It's really... quite a pathetic sight.

The skin near his eye was scratched by Xia Wan's nails, and because of the frown he had just given, the wound pulled again and bled a little more.

She thought, recently her left cheek must have offended some deity, being hit twice in a row.

"Ouch, you don't feel anything You're still laughing!"

The proprietress was warm-hearted and kept helping her disinfect with iodine.

She's smiling strangely, even though it should hurt! I can't help but wonder if someone that pretty is actually crazy.

"Thank you, I'll do it myself." Xu Qinghuan took the medicine from her hand, her gaze falling on the table, where there was just-served scrambled eggs and milk.

Fu Yan was always fond of making these two things during breakfast time.

I didn't realize I clicked on this.

It seems that habit is a terrible thing.

She didn't eat, nor did she continue to medicate herself. She just sat quietly for a while, then placed the breakfast and iodine medicine money on the table and left.

Xu Qinghuan hailed a taxi back to Dongyueluan.

After all, all her clothes and luggage were there. Even if she broke the contract with Fu Yan Shi, she still had to go and collect them.

She entered by inputting the password lock, and the first thing she saw was a floor covered in rose petals!

Xu Qinghuan followed it inside and was immediately struck by the number made entirely of countless fresh, vibrant red strawberries in the living room!

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During the banquet, it's so romantic...

It seems this is the reason why he asked himself not to reply before 10 pm, because he wanted to give Xia Wan'yu a surprise here!

Thinking that Fu Yan had a cleanliness obsession and disliked others entering his house, Xu Qinghuan felt like an ugly duckling because these decorations must have been carefully placed by him himself.

It would be a laughingstock if there was an obstacle between the love of a prince and a princess!

In fairy tales, the ugly duckling eventually transforms into a beautiful swan. But what about her From childhood to adulthood, she has been forced at nearly every step by life to make countless choices she didn't want to make.

For money, she has to give up a better university.

For money, she has to do countless toilsome jobs.

For money, she had to sign this ridiculous contract with Fu Yanxi.

Take Xia Wan'yu for example, she just waves her hand and takes on any case. The money she earns is more than she could ever dream of!

Xu Qinghuan must clearly command herself, always remember her identity, don't fantasize, don't be self-willed, don't have thoughts that shouldn't belong to her.

She suddenly knelt down, her hands clasped around her body as she choked back sobs.

It turns out that people are really divided into different social classes.

And they are all at a height that they can never reach!

It turns out, having a crush on Fu Yan was wrong.

The spacious living room suddenly felt cold, a wave of helplessness and despair washing over her from all sides. But this time, there was no Fu Yan Shi to pick her up and say, "Don't be afraid, it's me.""...also known as General Fu.""It's too mushy calling him 'Mr. Fu' during a banquet," she said, completely carried away. "Otherwise, I'd still call you Fu Yan when we're alone, just like back in schoo...