Having left, Han Yongsheng ran through several streets but found no trace of Wang Xiangxiang. His heart was filled with anxious urgency. He beca flustered and, in the end, only managed to rush back to Xiangxiang Cloth Shop to try his luck. If she wasn’t there, he would have to seek help.
His footsteps were quick as he hurried into Xiangxiang Cloth Shop, asking the shop assistant, "Has your miss returned?"
The shop assistant looked up and, recognizing the man who had co with their miss in the morning, replied, "She has returned; she’s in the back room."
At these words that she had returned, Han Yongsheng’s heart, which had been suspended in mid-air, settled down, and he quickly walked toward the room at the back, pushing open the door.
He saw Wang Xiangxiang bent over the table, clutching her head and sobbing bitterly.
Seeing her, so heartbroken, his heart ached with sympathy. He walked over and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, passing it to her, "Wipe your tears."
It was then that Wang Xiangxiang realized Han Yongsheng had co in. She hurriedly sat up, not accepting the handkerchief he extended, but turned away, pulled out her own handkerchief from her pocket, and frantically wiped her tears, fixing her makeup.
She couldn’t allow herself to show such vulnerability, especially not in front of Han Yongsheng.
Once she had composed herself, Wang Xiangxiang turned around, facing Han Yongsheng, and managed a strained smile, speaking softly, "Mister Han, thank you for just now, for saving once again."
Thinking back to the last ti he saved her, a flicker of sharpness passed through Han Yongsheng’s eyes. Could it be?
"Miss Wang, those hooligans that Ada and I drove off last ti, were they sent by that man we saw at Dongfeng Restaurant?" Perhaps that was why she was so scared.
Upon hearing Han Yongsheng’s words, Wang Xiangxiang’s eyes widened, and the tears she had fought to hold back finally rolled down uncontrollably.
She turned away, her hands covering her mouth, her sobbing silent, her shoulders shaking violently.
She didn’t answer, but her reaction was a silent confirmation.
Han Yongsheng’s expression beca somber, and a ripple stirred within him. Seeing Wang Xiangxiang so heartbroken aroused his protective instincts, and his tone was gentle, "Don’t cry, I’ll help you."
At Han Yongsheng’s words, Wang Xiangxiang quickly turned back, her face revealing panic, "No, Mister Han, please don’t get involved. That man is a devil, capable of anything."
She didn’t want others around her to suffer as she had. Just getting close to Li Fugui had brought her such treatnt; that man might do sothing even more ruthless.
Thinking back to the threats in the man’s tone at Dongfeng Restaurant, Han Yongsheng asked, "What did he threaten you with?"
"He..." Wang Xiangxiang bit her lip, clearly finding it difficult to speak.
"Did he threaten you with the matter of your lost honor? Is he planning to expose the affair to everyone?" Han Yongsheng was an astute man. Seeing Wang Xiangxiang’s reaction and considering the man’s attitude, he thought this was the most likely possibility.
Wang Xiangxiang remained silent, but her increasingly fierce weeping confird Han Yongsheng’s guess.
Han Yongsheng slamd his fist on the table, having never seen such a despicable person. He felt a sense of powerlessness, knowing how vile the man was but unable to deal with him, which fueled his indignation. It seed necessary to inform Guo Feng about the matter now.
He cald his emotions and then offered consolation, "Miss Wang, please don’t cry. You must believe that the wicked will not et with a good end; Heaven will ultimately take him down."
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