In fact, Xiang Yiran's leg injury had never been as severe as she had let on.
After the stage accident that year, in order to pin the blame on Wen Wanzhi, she had cooperated with the lawyer to exaggerate her injury.
But during that time, Xiang Yiran received Bao Yancheng's meticulous care, and she truly coveted the warmth of his attention!
When these crippled legs could no longer evoke more sympathy from Bao Yancheng, they lost their purpose.
The servant's face turned frantic as she let go of her hand, only to see Xiang Yiran standing steadily, her expression one of shock.
"Miss, can you walk now?"
Xiang Yiran's eyes flashed dangerously as she snapped, "Of course, I can walk. Get rid of the wheelchair. Give me the crutches."
She had simply been sitting for too long; her leg muscles had atrophied somewhat, but her bones and nerves had long been unimpaired—or to put it more accurately, they hadn't been injured at all.