y became dissatisfied, frowning with a pig-like face as if he wanted to speak. 。Lu Yancen warned him with a glance, "Uncle is busy today. Let me handle your affairs. You have to listen to me." 。"...Moona was speechless. She looked at him again, silently gesturing for him to hand over the cigarette box.

He Hanchuan stubbornly defended his dignity as a man, collapsing into Xiang Wan's arms. He fished out a black card he had prepared earlier to appease his wife from his pocket. "Shopping is more exciting than collecting cigarette boxes, right This has all the project funds for the first half of the year from the He Group—spend it however you like!"

"…" 向晚 looked at the heavy black card in her palm, speechless. She really wanted to kill him, what should she do

But upon closer thought, since their marriage, He Hanchuan had almost given her all his assets. She wasn't the type of woman who desperately wanted to control her husband's finances. However, He Hanchuan always regularly gave her a bunch of bank cards to keep, and she had never calculated or mentioned returning the money to him.

But every time she just brought up the topic, He Hanchuan would cut her off, solemnly explaining to her, "Xiang Wan, giving you money is also giving you a guarantee, no one can predict the future."

“I cannot guarantee your and your child's safety for life, but I will give you everything I can to ensure you live a comfortable and worry-free life.”

He did it.

"Don't be a rascal." Xiang Wan tapped his head, her face softened with tenderness. She coughed lightly and reminded him, "Be good, you know exactly what I want."

"Honey~," He Hanchuan looked at her with eyes that were heartbreaking.

Seeing him like this, a husky-like being instead of his usual stiff and imposing self, Yelan felt goosebumps erupt all over her body.

"He Hanchuan, get over here quickly!" Xiangwan's tone was still unyielding, "Otherwise, you'll have to get used to sleeping on the couch from now on!"

Hearing this, the CEO He, who was known for his ruthlessness and dominance outside, shivered in fear. He didn't dare to say another word, hurriedly taking a cigarette from the slot and handing it to Xiang Wan.

His heart ached as he realized the loss of his beloved possession. Though pained, he forced a smile and continued to appease his wife, "You're right, you're right, it's all here now. I promise I'll never smoke again. Please forgive me, my dear."

A-Wan glanced at him, her face relaxing slightly. She passed the cigarette to a worker passing by in the garage before contentedly closing the car door and clapping her hands. "It's not that I won't let you smoke," she said, "it's just that until your leg recovers, you'll be under house arrest. Drive."

"... He raised an eyebrow, a strange warmth spreading through his chest. He reached up and tugged at his tie, turning the steering wheel to leave!"

As it turned out, he was ranked last in the He Hanchuan... family hierarchy. It goes without saying that Xiang Wan was first, Yan Bao second. He felt that even Xiang Wan's specially purchased little duck for Yan Bao, kept in the backyard, had more favorability than him in front of these two!

His leg injury will take at least two months to recover. He can't smoke... Even the most self-reliant man would be suffocated, but what can he do He almost lost his life to get her, so he can only pamper her!

……

The dress that Yue wore to the gathering tonight was specially designed by He Hanchuan from a renowned foreign designer. It was only transported back to the domestic branch this morning. Given their tight schedule, they could only try it on at the store.

To their surprise, they ran into a familiar friend in the store—Feng Mu!

He was wearing a black tuxedo, his long legs crossed. One hand rested against his temple, while the other held a newspaper. He wore gold-rimmed glasses that accentuated his elegant and gentle demeanor!

Even after seeing many handsome guys, Jiaran couldn't help but be amazed by Fengmu's aura. She suddenly understood why Menglan, a woman with so many charms, was willing to drown herself for Fengmu.

While He Hanchuan had a look of disdain on his face, he mercilessly scolded, "Show-off!" Then, he strode towards Feng Mu, hooking his shoulder and chatting with him casually.

"Hey there, little sis." Seeing Xiang Wan approach, Feng Mu got up from the sofa, raised his finger to adjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and smiled as he reached out towards her.

"Mr. Feng, it's been a while," Xiang Wan politely shook his hand and, looking at his well-dressed appearance, asked with a smile, "Are you waiting for someone"

As soon as the words of doubt left her lips, the door to the dressing room creaked open. Menglan, clad in a pale purple off-shoulder dress, emerged gracefully from within.

Her figure is voluptuous, with long, slightly curled hair cascading over her shoulders. Every gesture she makes exudes the seductive charm of a mature woman!

Although the beauties of Meng Hui So are numerous, as soon as Meng Lan appears, she overshadows them all. Her beauty is like that of a wealthy heiress from the warlord era, with red lips, seductive eyes, and a graceful turn that can captivate everyone!

“Mr. He, Mrs. He, what a coincidence! I didn't expect to meet you both here in advance.” Menglan smiled and walked over, warmly taking Xiang Wan’s arm and winking playfully, “Is Mr. He bringing his wife to the shopping mall to buy a dress It must be a custom-made design by some famous designer, right”

Towards Evening smiled and moved closer to her, He Hanchuan followed closely behind with a cold snort, "Of course it's custom-made, my wife must have the best."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Meng Lan's dress. Just by looking at the fabric, he knew it wasn't worth much. Disdain flashed in his eyes, "I heard that Mr. Feng is usually very generous to women, so he just used this kind of thing to fool you"

At that, Meng Lan's face flashed a hint of embarrassment. She forced a faint smile and said, "I am just temporarily acting as General Feng's companion. It's just a dress, there's no need to take it too seriously."

She chuckled to smooth things over, but He Hanchuan saw through her strained smile. He gave a casual response and made no attempt to get involved in their mess.

Before long, a waiter arrived carrying several high-end custom dresses. He leaned in and whispered a few words to A-wei's ear before leading her towards the changing room.

During the gap while waiting for A-wei to change, He Hanchuan sat down in the chair beside Feng Mu and chatted with him about the specific details of an AI technology cooperation project. Meng Lan hurriedly called a waiter to serve them a cup of premium Longjing tea.

They were all influential business magnates. Once they started talking, they forgot about time. Menglan, as a subordinate, could only stand silently on the side.

She had just recovered from a serious illness and should have stayed in the hospital for a few more days, but as soon as she woke up, Feng Mu brought her here. After standing for so long, her feet felt like they were standing on cotton, soft and weak. Her stomach ached, and even her back was covered in a layer of cold sweat!

Although it was hard, Menglan dared not utter a sound. She could only slightly bend her waist, trying to make her body feel a little more comfortable.

"What's wrong" He Hanchuan noticed her strangeness, stopped talking to Feng Mu, and frowned, "Are you uncomfortable"

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