Chapter Eighty-Six: I Am a Pawn

you, didn’t she say anything to you She just went back on her own. You called her but no one answered, and even the bodyguard stopped you from going”Xiang Yu nodded."Even if Wanwan didn't bring her p...Zhao Yu seemed to see her abnormality, or perhaps he didn't. He just continued, "Originally, I planned to have it at the He family's place, but the old man has some reservations about your experience in prison. He said the wedding could be held, but not at the He family's place.

"Then don't do it. I appreciate your kindness, Aunt." 。"向晚 bent down to pick up the chopsticks from the floor and placed them on the table, saying in a slightly hurried voice" 。A maid came up and placed a clean pair of chopsticks in front of her, taking away the dirty ones. 。Zhao Yu sighed, not knowing if he was talking about this matter or something else, "I have the heart but lack the strength." 。"Aunty, don't blame yourself. You've already done so much for me." 。"A-wai's expression had returned to normal, though her complexion was still somewhat pale. "The birthday party is just a formality, I don't care" 。It's not about whether you care now, it's about whether others care. 。This is your first birthday after you were released from prison. Who knows how many eyes are watching you right now. If this time, you just casually pass it by, then in their eyes, you'll truly become a castaway. 。Zhao Yu said 。

Towards the evening, she took a bite of the dish, its flavor bland as chewing wax. "Regardless of what others think, I'm actually just a pawn."

“As for the birthday party, I've already got people taking care of it, and the invitations have been sent out. You can come with me tomorrow.” 。Zhao Yu didn't ask her opinion again, and made a final decision. 。The post has been sent, and Wanye can't refuse. She bowed her head to eat without saying a word. 。After dinner, Jiang Qingran came and chatted with Zhao Yu in the hall. 。After chatting for a while, she smiled and said to Yiwei, "Talking has made me thirsty. Could you bring me that plate of fruit on the table" Yiwei didn't move. 。Since He Hanchuan wasn't here, she didn't need to put on an act for Jiang Qingran out of fear of disrespecting him. 。Seeing this, Jiang Qingran seemed to have thought of something, "Let me make it clear first, I'm just inconvenient with my legs and feet, asking you for a favor doesn't mean I'm treating you like a servant." 。“She said sincerely, “Maybe you work too long at the Dream Weaver. Hearing someone ask you to get something makes you feel like they’re ordering you around.” 。If I offended you with this sentence, please forgive me. 。She bit down on the three words “Dream Pavilion,” glancing at Zhao Yu as if she had something to say. 。Zhao Yu was nibbling on the sliced fruit, the corners of her lips curving down slightly. 。Miss Jiang can't dance anymore, but she could be a screenwriter. If she writes palace intrigue or house fight dramas, I sincerely believe she could become a literary sensation with just one book. 。"Towards Evening faintly said" 。Thank you for your advice 。But during the two years you were in prison, I learned some things about finance. Now I'm a member of the Jiang Group's Finance Department and very busy every day. I probably won't be able to write screenplays anymore. 。Jiang Qingran smiled faintly. 。Every word she spoke was like a poisoned dagger, piercing deeply into Wan's heart. 。 Toward Evening clenched her lips tightly, not making a sound. 。"If you don't want to work at the Dreamland, you can actually learn some financial or other knowledge just like me and change jobs." 。“But what worries me is that you've been in jail. Good universities probably won't accept you,” 。But you don't have to worry too much about that. If you've decided on a school, I can ask Kanda-san to help you with the connections. 。"Talking so much, are you thirsty" Xiang Wan got up and brought the fruit to Jiang Qingran's front. 。Jiang Qingran picked up a piece of fruit and curved her eyes, "After all, it's still troublesome for you. I'm sorry" 。" You're welcome, I'm happy to help. " 。"Xiangwan handed the plate to Zhao Yu and said, in the same tone as she had spoken to Jiang Qingran, "But not everyone is as kind as me. Your legs aren't convenient, and you talk so much, I advise you to carry a water cup with you." 。“I’ve been thinking about it. My leg will be almost fully recovered in about half a year,” Jiang Qingran bit her lip and said seriously, “As for you, if conditions permit, go have a look. If it gets worse and you become crippled, that wouldn’t be good.” 。"

向晚 clenched her fist around the fruit platter, then suddenly let go. The entire platter of fruit tumbled onto Jiang Qingran's clothes and rolled to the ground " 。 Wow! 。The plate shattered with a sound, the pale white shards glittering amidst the rainbow of fruit, creating an almost inexplicable beauty. 。"Excuse me, my hand slipped." 。"向晚 bent her waist, but there wasn't much sincerity in her words, "I'm sorry" 。Zhao Yu let out a little chuckle, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes rippling gently. She was elegant, yet with a touch of allure that only a mature woman could possess. 。She beckoned to the maid and said, "Zhang Yi, please cut another plate of fruit." 。Alright, let's cut a few more plates. It's hot outside, so this will help cool the kids down. 。"

Aunt Zhang responded with a sound, and left. " 。Jiang Qingran lowered her eyes to look at the mess on her clothes, a flash of darkness in her eyes, then looked up and asked puzzledly, "How did you slip your hand so well" She bit her lip, her face somewhat dim, "Could it be that you're still resentful of Brother Hanchuan choosing me""Miss Jiang is overthinking it. You slipped your hand last time because you were scalded by hot water, and I slipped my hand this time because of the cold fruit..." 。You should be grateful that I don't have a pot of boiling water in my hand, or I might accidentally splash you and ruin your face. 。t Feng Mu controls the lifeline of the entire Feng Group, and naturally keeps an eye on Feng Xing, his illegitimate son.He was just a little sad.Unless driven to desperation, who would willingly oppos...