. 。Towards Evening didn't know what she was thinking, but subconsciously looked at He Hanchuan beside her, just bumping into his gaze. 。His eyes were deep and unreadable, his gaze on her carrying a we...But the more he didn't want to look, the deeper the pain in his heart became, like he was possessed.

Even Ye Zehan himself couldn't explain why he had such a strange feeling for Xiang Wan.

Could it be... they actually know each other

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember there ever being someone named A-wei in his memory.

……

After breakfast, Ye Zehan went to the set to start work and film his endorsement.

Meng Lan followed him into the studio and took the initiative to sit next to the director, commanding the shooting effects on set.

Soon, it was lunchtime.

Ye Zehan had just finished filming, his assistant was tidying up his clothes for him. He raised his eyes and subconsciously looked in the direction of Xiang Wan.

She was lying down asleep in front of a pile of machines.

Does she look so tired

Yè Zéhán's gaze fell upon her, and he could no longer tear his eyes away. His eyes held a multitude of surging emotions.

Although he is a star, he is also no stranger to the business world and investment. He knows how difficult it is to make a name for himself.

Unexpectedly, Xiangwan had become the CEO at such a young age.

Ye Zehan had also met many wealthy wives. They usually spent their time either gambling or getting beauty treatments. While Yelan herself could easily be supported by someone else given her circumstances, she chose to rely on her own abilities.

A-chan is indeed more excellent than any woman he has ever known!

At that moment, the assistant approached him carrying a coat and spoke softly, "Mr. Ye, the weather is a bit chilly. Please put on your coat to avoid catching a cold."

"Thank you," Ye Zehan said in a low voice.

Although he took the coat, he didn't put it on immediately. Instead, he walked towards Moona.

Yelan stood behind Xiang Wan, gently putting her coat on her shoulders.

To his surprise, even though he had deliberately made his movements very gentle, he still woke up Xiangwan who was sleeping. She opened her sleepy eyes.

And when Yue Wan saw him, a tenderness flashed in her eyes, and she softly called out, "Han Chuan, you're back."

Ye Zechan caught the tenderness in Xiang Wan's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

But soon, he regained his composure and reminded her in a low voice, "Director He, I am not He Hanchuan, you have the wrong person again."

This sentence pulled A-wei back from her thoughts.

"Sorry." She lowered her eyes, concealing the pain in them. "Was I asleep just now"

"Hmm," Ye Zehan nodded lightly.

向晚 stopped talking and picked up a thermos from the side, handing it to Ye Zehan with a smile. "It's lunchtime, right I got up early this morning to make soup, it's corn and pork bone soup, just delivered by the housekeeper, it tastes really good, try it."

Saying that, she poured the soup into a small bowl and brought it to Ye Zehan's face.

The broth looked very delicious and fragrant.

Ye Zehan still couldn't bring himself to move his feet. He picked up the small spoon and started tasting the corn pork rib soup.

As expected.

The taste is excellent.

Ye Zehan couldn't help but drink a few more bowls of soup, savoring it carefully, but he tasted a hint of fennel.

He frowned and asked in a low voice, "Have you put star anise"

"Mmm." Xiang Wan nodded.

Yet Ye Zehan held the spoon tightly, emphasizing his words, “Is this also what you found out based on my preferences”

"No." Xiang Wan gently pulled at her lips, revealing a faint smile. "This is my husband He Hanchuan's favorite flavor. How about you, Mr. Ye Do you like it too"

Her tone was calm, but her palm clenched into a fist unconsciously, hiding the nervousness in her heart.

At that moment, Ye Zehan gently placed the spoon in his hand on the table. The action was so heavy that it made a loud, crisp "bang" sound.

向晚 was startled and her slender body trembled.

Ye Zehan's gaze turned serious as he looked at her, speaking word by word with utmost sincerity, "President Xiang, do you know how repulsive your behavior of treating others as stand-ins is"

Upon hearing this, a hint of pain flickered in Xiang Wan's eyes.

"While Ye Zehan was clearly angry, he didn't care about her emotions and continued to emphasize his words, "I really am not He Hanchuan, and I hope you can stop trying to find traces of him in me."

“......”

Towards the end of her sentence, she attempted to justify herself. Her lips parted slightly as if to speak, but just before words could escape, they were swallowed back down.

She couldn't say a word.

Even if she understood the reason, when she saw this face that looked exactly like He Hanchuan and heard him say such cruel words to her, her heart still ached.

And Ye Zehan ignored her, turning to leave.

Just as he had taken only a few steps, he saw a man in a white coat walking towards him and blocking his path.

Ye Zehan looked at the man's excited face, his eyebrows couldn't help but furrow. "Who are you"

"Holy crap, am I seeing a real person or a ghost" The man exclaimed in disbelief, his eyes wide with astonishment. "Mr. He, you're really alive!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. He reached out and hugged him tightly, "Oh oh, it's so good to see you, you don't know how long we've all been looking for you! Everyone thought you were dead, but I never believed it. Look here, aren't you standing right here safe and sound!"

Ye Zehan was held tightly, a wave of displeasure rising in his heart. He disliked being touched.

At this thought, his footsteps took a step back, putting some distance between them. “Who are you”

Hearing his words, the man was completely dumbfounded. "Damn it, CEO He, you're not seriously saying you forgot who I am, are you It's me, Wang Ling! Your personal doctor!"

What is a private doctor

These are just some random guesses.

Ye Zekan was already feeling irritable because he was being used as a stand-in by Xiang Wan. Now, upon hearing Wang Ling's words, a wave of annoyance surged through him.

"I'm sorry, I'm not He Hanchuan. Please respect yourself." Ye Zehan said, pushing Wang Ling away.

Wang Ling stumbled and took several backward steps, her back hitting the corner of the table with a loud "bang".

He watched Ye Zehan's departing figure, cursing inwardly, "Damn it!"

What's up

That was clearly He Hanchuan's face, so why wouldn't he admit it Was he playing the amnesia card

"Doctor Wang, are you alright" Just then, Xiang Wan walked over to him and reached out to help him up.

"Madam, what on earth is going on"ng There are so many people we haven't met yet, and at this rate, we won't have enough time!" Song Qiao was afraid that Jiang Qi Feng would soften his heart, and then everything he had now would be go...