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Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
TL thoughts: 6 days have passed since Jiang Yuan introduced HQL as ACX’s gege. Remember how he found ACX revolting? I guess it doesn’t take much time for him to see hearts in his eyes when it comes to his “sister”. 😀
“Address.” Han Qilu takes a deep breath before turning to her. "Don’t tell me you don't even remember where you lived."
An Chuxia immediately detests him. "How could I?" She's has lived in so many places she could kill a person and hide the body in one of those addresses and not be found out. However, she realizes Qilu starts the car's engine quite confidently and leave the mansion's door.
Half an hour later, she awakens to an itching. She opens her eyes to see him scratching her! She was about to demonstrate her outrage when he says with a smile, "We're here."
She stares out the window and recognizes the familiar view. Especially… the small, broken rented room. Her mother paid three years of rent, thinking she will finish high school in the area… The dim vision she once had has suddenly been filled with light. She has to be fearless to face everything!
"How did you find it?" This small town, compared to the prosperous A City, is considered very backward. She didn't expect him to find it. Her heart can't help but admire him for a moment.
Shrugging, he reaches out and points to the small box in front of the steering wheel. Her eyes transfix on the GPS navigation system. No wonder… She can't really applaud him for his effort! She calms down after her chaotic wake-up.
"That was the rented room we lived in, the one on the third floor. Come on, let's walk." An Chuxia opens the door and takes the lead. Qilu gets out and notices her fleeting sadness. He doesn’t point it out. Instead, he follows her around the car.
She stands in front of a three-story house. An Chuxia turns her head and looks at him earnestly. "I'm sorry, I didn't bring the key."
The corner of his mouth can't help but lift. "Can you ask the owner for the key?" He is restraining his emotions. She doesn't have the key; is she stupid?
He scolds her in his heart but then, he remembers he didn't even allow her a change of clothes. He immediately suppresses his disgruntled expression.
"Wait for me here. The landlady aunt is temperamental," An Chuxia says to Han Qilu.
She is worried Han Qilu would be angry and call his bodyguard to kidnap the landlady. The landlady has always managed to ignore her and her mother. Sometimes, she'd swear at them. If not for her mother constantly blocking her abuse, the woman would've suffered the consequences.
And if she can't control herself, then Qilu would be worse.
Hearing her warning, his mind drifts through a myriad of emotions. There's this strange mood called heartache fluttering in his chest.
"Doesn't the landlady live here?" He reaches out and points to the quiet house. The inhabitants work during this time, so everything was very peaceful.
An Chuxia nods and smiles. "She operates a fruit stand in the next street. I'll be back soon. Don't wander aimlessly." She cautions him like he was a child. She turns around and runs toward the next street.CHAPTER 132 You're Here To Sell Yourself
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
As he watches her back, his eyes fill with happiness. The peaceful street is occasionally disturbed by the sound of pedestrian footsteps. They look at him and think where a charming student like him comes from.
He doesn't find this gawking strange. In fact, he's accustomed to it. Nothing has happened since An Chuxia left. He sizes up the place she used to live. There are only three houses. What he didn't say is: the infrastructure looks dangerous and they're occupied by humans? He's afraid he'd offend Chuxia so he censors his words.
The landlady aunt is temperamental.
An Chuxia's words flash in his mind and suddenly, his smile disappears. He picks up his pace and runs toward the direction she went. Why does he feel bad? He would have to see who's willing to risk their life by cursing An Chuxia.
There are more pedestrians on the next road compared to the residential street, but it's still relatively deserted. An Chuxia is worried Han Qilu will wander about aimlessly and come over. She runs up the the middle of the street and finds the entrance to the store. She sees an obese, middle-aged woman, holding a spray bottle.
Back then, this woman hated her a lot because her mother brought her to this place to live. She'd verbally abuse her but her mother always told her not to mind what she says. Gossip and slander shouldn't make her angry.
"Landlady aunt," An Chuxia walks into the store and greets her with clenched teeth, despite showing a bright smile.
The middle-aged landlady stops midway through her task. She promptly frowns before flashing a trace of surprise. "How are you?"
"I came over to take my room key. Do you have a duplicate?" Her smile is stiff. She realized she can't show a real smile to this woman.
The middle-aged woman sizes her up and down. She picks an apple with a nail painted bright red. She bites into the fruit and says bitterly, "What's wrong? Weren't you taken away by that rich man? Since you're uneducated, you're driven out?"
The slack in Chuxia's hand disappears after the woman says those words. Her grip forms a fist. Still, a stiff smile still hangs on her face. "I am here to take the key."
An Chuxia doesn't care if she'd be denied the key. She just wants to know if she has a copy.
"Bah!" The woman spits out the apple on the ground. She points a finger at An Chuxia and says, "Girl, your dead mother isn't here to speak for you. I know why I don't like you. How could you have some rich man raise you? Key? Key? I won't give it to you today. Sleep on the street!"
The middle-aged woman is really irrational. The rent has been prepaid, and yet, she is denied access to the key. Morally or legally, this is wrong!
Clenching her teeth, she doesn't want to rush to this woman and hit her. But she wants to do just that… .
“Big Aunt, please give me the key. I have a guest… ."
"Guest?" She doesn't wait for An Chuxia to finish her sentence before interrupting her. She sneers. "You're basically here to sell yourself! No wonder why you put these clothes on: to put on a show!"