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Chapter 777: The Master Who Burns Bridges After Crossing Them (1)_1

Chapter 777: Chapter 777: The Master Who Burns Bridges After Crossing Them (1)_1

As Xia Wan’an crunched her way through the snow, Han Jingnian suddenly turned around, staring at her retreating figure. "Miss Xia, isn’t there anything you want to say to me?"

Say what?

Xia Wan’an abruptly stopped in her tracks, utterly bewildered, she turned to look at Han Jingnian.

She blinked at him, then remembered how he had shielded her from the snow thrown by Han Zhijin. Thinking he might be asking for another "thank you," she blurted out, "Oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Han, thank you for showing up in time and helping me block those snowballs."

Han Jingnian’s gaze at Xia Wan’an suddenly turned cold.

Uh... Did she misunderstand him?

Xia Wan’an was a little confused, what the heck was going on with Han Jingnian?

Han Jingnian, watching Xia Wan’an acting clueless, laughed coldly, "Miss Xia, you really are the kind to burn your bridges!"

Xia Wan’an was even more puzzled: "..." What does he mean by burning bridges? Which river had she crossed, what bridge had she demolished?

"I didn’t expect breaking your word to be one of Miss Xia’s specialties!" Han Jingnian’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

Xia Wan’an blinked incredulously: "..." was he referring to her?

In spite of Han Jingnian’s obviously frosty demeanor and extreme displeasure, Xia Wan’an inexplicably sensed a certain anger from him, as if he were a man who had been deceived of his chastity.

No... where was this outraged feeling from him coming from? She hadn’t done anything to him, but he was behaving as if she had taken advantage of him and then refused to acknowledge it, like a heartless, ungrateful woman!

Thinking this, Xia Wan’an finally said, "Hold on, Mr. Han... Is there a misunderstanding between us?"

"Misunderstanding? Ha..." Han Jingnian gave a half-hearted snort of laughter, then in a slightly mocking tone, he continued: "If it is a misunderstanding, then Miss Xia’s memory is really poor. She can even forget the words said one hour, three minutes, and seventeen seconds ago?"

One hour, three minutes, and seventeen seconds...did he have to be so precise about the time?

As Xia Wan’an muttered to herself, she suddenly remembered when she and Han Jingnian had an argument over Zhang Te after coming back from Thailand. Han Jingnian, the straight man, decided to follow her advice and not meet her for thirty days. The morning after in the conference room, when he told her about the duration of their separation, he was also very precise down to the second...

"It appears Miss Xia genuinely intends to not acknowledge it!" Han Jingnian said coldly looking at Xia Wan’an who was silent, then turned to walk towards the car.

Xia Wan’an came back to her senses after his remark, she stared at his retreating figure, and replayed the events of the past hour in her mind. When she finally realized what had happened, she quickly said, "Mr. Han, I’m sorry, it’s my mistake, my fault. I’ll invite you to the top-floor cafe at the Four Seasons Hotel for coffee right now..."

Han Jingnian, who had just opened the car door, paused in mid-action. He looked back at Xia Wan’an for a few seconds and said indifferently, "You don’t have to force yourself, after all, Miss Xia, in order to avoid having coffee, even turned off your cellphone."

Huh?

Xia Wan’an was stunned: "No, my phone didn’t turn off, it ran out of battery."