Jiang Ruolan had learned her lesson from last time when she was late at Xian Group, so this time she arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau half an hour earlier than scheduled. Looking around, she could not see Xian Zihao's car, so he may not have arrived.

Seeing a coffee shop across the street, she decided to sit down first. Just as she stepped forward, she suddenly felt pain in her wrist. Jiang Ruolan turned and saw that Han Xuegang appeared out of nowhere.

"Come with me!"

Other than coldness, there was nothing on his face. He pulled her wrist hard, heading towards the silver-gray Mercedes-Benz before she could resist.

Feeling disgusted, Jiang Ruolan tried her best to struggle free. "Let go!"

However, no matter how much strength she had, she couldn't twist his clawed hand. The strength was almost enough to crush her wrist.

"Let go! Take your dirty hands away -- "

"Jiang Ruolan, can you really do it? Do you really want to marry Xian Zihao and be the lady boss? Let me told you! In your dreams! You love me so much, how can you be willing to marry another man! What? Is it because you are interested in Xian Zihao's family background and in the blink of an eye, you've rushed into his arms?"

"Han Xuegang! You're crazy!"

Jiang Ruolan was so angry. She lowered her head and bit the back of his hand, forcefully shaking him off at the moment.

Han Xuegang was in so much pain that he had no choice but to let go of his grip.

Jiang Ruolan hurriedly stepped back as she looked at him carefully. "What qualifications do you have to stand here and stop me? Who do you think you are? You are a bastard that I, Jiang Ruolan, do not want! If you want to pretend to be in love, then please continue to hug your Ling Fei'er! Have you forgotten what I said that day? I warned you not to challenge my limits. I warned you not to show your face to me again!"

"You will definitely regret marrying him!" Han Xuegang said angrily.

"Being with a bastard like you is what I regret the most! Piss off! Get out of my sight!" Jiang Ruolan sneered.

"No matter what, don't even think of marrying him today!" Han Xuegang suddenly became ruthless. He grabbed her hand again and pulled her towards the Mercedes on the side of the road.

Jiang Ruolan couldn't get rid of him. Han Xuegang stretched out one hand to open the car door while the other held her. He pushed her forcefully and was about to close the car door when someone interrupted.

"Vice President Han, where do you want to take my fiancee?"

Jiang Ruolan's tense nerves were immediately relaxed. As soon as she heard Xian Zihao's voice, Han Xuegang's grip on her hand stiffened slightly. She took the opportunity to push him away.

Turning around, she saw Xian Zihao wearing clean and fresh white casual clothes. He had one hand in his pocket and his electronic car key hung on his finger. His eyes showing an intriguing smile.

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