Page 584 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Lan Xing: "..."

Lan Xing felt like she needed to find a hole to bury herself in.

She had almost knelt before Mrs. Gu, desperately seeking attention.

But then... immediately after, she stood in front of Jian Ran, acting all high and mighty, giving her a hard time.

Damn it.

In this world, there couldn’t possibly be anyone dumber than herself.

Right now, Lan Xing was utterly confused...

After Jian Ran left, Lan Xing slid powerlessly down the wall, and clumsily sat down on the floor of the restroom.

...

Jian Ran crushed Lan Xing’s spirit and returned to the Design Department, but her mood didn’t improve much.

Some trash just needed to be crushed, or they would think you were easy to bully.

Initially, she had wanted to lightly brush it off without getting too entangled.

But it was Lan Xing who had come looking for trouble.

Jian Ran stretched out her hand and gently massaged her temples... Now Lan Xing knew her identity.

From now on, Lan Xing would probably hate her to death all the time.

Because she was now sleeping with Gu Mochen, the very man Lan Xing desired the most.

...

Jian Ran observed the female employees still gossiping about Gu Mochen and Mrs. Gu, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

It was hard to imagine if these women found out that she was Mrs. Gu...

The image that followed was just too awkward to behold.

...

Yuncheng City’s First Hospital:

Han Siming suffered a second massive hemorrhage at the back of his head and remained unconscious for nearly 18 hours before waking up at 10 o’clock in the morning.

Han Siming looked deathly pale, as if he had lost color; although the car accident had happened just two days ago, he seemed to have thinned out.

Han Siming didn’t care about his current condition; his gaze shifted to the people around him as he subconsciously searched for Jian Ran’s figure.

He remembered... before slipping into unconsciousness, the nurse had called Jian Ran, asking her to come...

Jian Ran would definitely come; she wouldn’t leave him to die.

This, at least, Siming understood very well about Jian Ran.

Jian Ran was a typical case of being tough-mouthed, but soft-hearted...

However... in the busy ward, there was no sign of Jian Ran.

Siming felt his heart tearing apart, overwhelmed with disappointment.

Within the bustling crowd, a nurse in white saw Siming’s weak awakening and excitedly exclaimed, "He’s awake... the patient is awake."

Dong Qin, who had been sitting on the sofa, rushed over upon hearing the nurse.

"Siming... How are you feeling?"

Han Siming: "..."

Dong Qin, why was she here?

He had told his assistant not to inform her about the accident because... he didn’t want Jian Ran to be affected by his injuries.

Siming’s face turned even whiter at the sight of Dong Qin, showing no joy, but instead, cold indifference.

He certainly hadn’t forgotten...

The one million from before, Jian Ran never took.

But it was she who told him that Jian Ran had taken her one million.

Siming clenched his hand tightly, knowing this news but never having the courage to confront Dong Qin.

Because what was done was done...

It was inevitable.

Still, he truly resented her...

Jian Ran was the woman he loved the most in his life; why did she have to interfere and break he and Jian Ran apart.

"Mom..."

In a very weak voice, Siming called out for his mother, and Dong Qin’s face lit up with joy.