Chapter 1065: Forced Marriage (6)

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Just when she was crying inconsolably, Cheng Weiwan sensed someone pulling her up. She instinctively raised her head and looked up.

The sudden sight of her red and swollen eyes from crying and the strikingly clear handprint on her face came into view for Han Zhifan.

Who slapped her?

The expression on Han Zhifan’s face instantly looked sullen. “Who slapped you?”

Cheng Weiwan didn’t say anything as the tears continued to trickle down from her eyes.

Han Zhifan’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. He didn’t force her to answer, but he dragged her arm and walked over to his office.

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After barely two steps, he realized something was wrong. He stopped, turned around and lowered his heard before he realized that her high heels were really tall. Her footsteps were really unstable…

Without hesitation, Han Zhifan immediately picked up Cheng Weiwan.

Back in his office, Han ZHifan placed Cheng Weiwan down on his sofa. Then he walked into the restroom and soaked and twisted a towel dry. When he stepped out of the bathroom, he handed it to Cheng Weiwan as if to signal her to use it to wipe her face.

Cheng Weiwan had already stopped crying. When she took the towel, her lips moved, wanting to say “thank you,” but she couldn’t make a sound.

After she wiped her face clean, the handprint on her face cleared up.

When Han Zhifan took the towel, his tightly-sealed lips turned into a single line. “Who in the hell hit you?”

With her eyes lowered, Cheng Weiwan still didn’t utter a world.

Because Han Zhifan didn’t know who it was, his heart felt even more stifled. He turned around and heavily hurled the towel into the sink and stepped out again.

He wanted to open his mouth and ask again but before he could, the phone rang.

The supper he ordered had arrived. He asked the first-floor security guards to accept it on his behalf. After he hung up the phone, he was about to head downstairs to pick it up.

All of sudden, his gaze accidentally swept past her ankle as he brushed past her body. He saw bloody marks above her high heels.

His brows creased, and he stopped for a moment then walked over to Cheng Weiwan. Without saying a word to her, he bent down and grabbed her ankle then removed her high heels.

There were several blisters on her fair feet… It was no wonder it was so difficult for her to walk when he pulled her up and walked off with her…

Also, why did she walk so far in high heels?

The more Han Zhifan thought about it, the more annoyed he felt deep down. With a considerably calmer voice, he said, “Wait here for me. I’ll help you buy a pair of shoes.”

With that said, he glanced at Cheng Weiwan. He was afraid she would be bored all alone, so he grabbed the iPad on his desk and unlocked it. Then he placed it into her heads and got up. He grabbed his jacket, reached around for his pocket, and after he was certain his wallet was there, he left.

Cheng Weiwan was the only one left in the office, so it was very quiet.

Having argued with Cheng Weiguo, she wasn’t in the mood to be entertained in the slightest. She leaned back into the sofa then stared at the millions of lights out of the tall windows in a daze as she stared at the night sky.

After a while, she wanted to use the toilet, so she got up and walked bare-footed into the restroom.

When she re-emerged and sat on the sofa, she accidentally sat on some kind of book. She shifted around and picked up the book.

She held it in front of her eyes and finally realized it wasn’t a book. It was a notebook…

Is this a notebook Han Zhifan uses for work?

Cheng Weiwan didn’t think too much about it and placed it on the coffee table before a photo slipped out from the notebook…