365-Day Trial Marriage With Hunk: Wife's A Little Wild-Chapter 817 - I Want to Meet in Person
Chapter 817: Chapter 817 I Want to Meet in Person
Chapter 817 -817 I Want to Meet in Person
“I maintain my position, if it’s unrelated to me, Dan Hanjie, I won’t acknowledge it. However, I would advise the Ito Family to know when to stop, as some matters simply won’t stand up to scrutiny. Don’t lose face all the way to America; you might not be able to salvage your dignity by then.”
With a meaningful glance, Dan Hanjie’s gaze shifted coldly to Chiyo Ito’s belly.
Chiyo Ito shuddered and quickly stood up, grasping her skirt, “Chiyo has her own helplessness, I’ll take my leave first.”
“If you need it, you can ask for my help,” Dan Hanjie suddenly opened his lips, his tall figure rising from the sofa, eyebrows raised as he looked at Chiyo Ito who was walking to the door.
Chiyo Ito paused in her steps, surprised, and looked back at him.
“You’re willing to help me?”
“The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” Dan Hanjie’s mouth curled up, forming a dangerous arc.
It made Chiyo Ito’s heart skip a beat.
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Her eyes flickered evasively, “I don’t understand what Mr. Jie is saying.”
“Then wait until you do understand before you consider whether or not to ask me for help,” he replied.
“What if I want Mr. Jie to acknowledge this child? Can you help me? I can guarantee that the Ito Family will support Mr. Jie wholeheartedly,” Chiyo Ito said with hope in her eyes, which shattered completely after seeing the mockery on Dan Hanjie’s face.
Staggering, she turned and hastily left the private villa.
The living room suddenly quieted down.
Dan Hanjie sat on the sofa, head tilted slightly back.
His long legs were crossed on the coffee table, his posture casual yet arrogant.
After a moment, he stood up from the sofa and walked towards the exit.
At the door, he suddenly remembered something, turned back, and looked at Qin Youxuan who was still sitting on the sofa.
She just quietly looked up at him, with no intention of speaking.
“There’s still work to do at the group; get some sleep early,” he said.
Dan Hanjie walked back to her, leaned down to kiss her forehead tenderly, his touch lingering on her cheek, then quickly turned and left.
The villa was suddenly empty.
Qin Youxuan stood in place, motionless for several minutes, then lifted her hand to touch her forehead.
Looking in the direction he left.
“Madam, it’s getting late, and you’re pregnant now; you can’t stay up,” the butler reminded her diligently.
Qin Youxuan didn’t say anything and turned to go upstairs.
Back in her room, she lay on the bed, her mind in chaos.
After struggling to make sense of it all and failing, she irritably grabbed a pillow to cover her head and closed her eyes, forcing herself to sleep.
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Dan Group.
The modern office exuded a chill in the air.
Dan Hanjie’s tall figure was sunken into the office chair, his pen swiftly gliding across the paper signing his name in a fluid motion before closing the document in his hand.
His hands propped his chin, deep in thought.
“Mr. Jie, there’s unexpected news,” Yao announced as he pushed the door open and quickly approached, placing the files on the desk and pointing to a design model of a hairpin.
“This is a commemorative hairpin crafted by an old artisan more than twenty years ago. It’s said the design was provided by the buyer and after it was made, it never appeared again.”
“And the old artisan?”
Dan Hanjie’s eyes narrowed as he reached for the design sketch on the desk, examining it closely.
“The old craftsman is a well-known artisan in the industry, now eighty-eight years old, living in America. We have found his address,” Yao paused.
“Mr. Jie, should we tell the missus?”
“Not yet, make arrangements. I want to meet him in person tomorrow,” Dan Hanjie’s eyes flickered as he put the design sketch back on the desk.
