Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Humiliated, An Chuxia’s face turns beet red. She straightens her spine and looks up. Her small hand forms a fist. “Auntie, please don’t talk nonsense.”
Since An Chuxia deterred her, the middle-aged woman freezes in surprise. She puts down the apple and closes the gap between them. She twists An Chuxia’s ear and says loudly, “Girl, you’re cheap and your mother’s dead. And you have the arrogance to criticize me because you think there are men willing to support you? I tell you, you’re a bum and no man will support you!”
Chuxia suppresses a cry while fighting back the pain in her ear. She locks a fiery gaze with the middle-aged woman. “You can’t talk about my mother like this!” She didn’t say don’t let me hear you say. Her mother means the world to her. She was nothing but noble.
“Can’t?” The middle-aged woman sneers. She was about to say something when she sees Chuxia’s crystal necklace. Compared to the ones sold in stalls, her necklace alone makes people think she has a lot of money.
The middle-aged woman’s eyes suddenly light up as her hand tears off the necklace from Chuxia’s neck. Chuxia rubs off the sting as she looks at the landlady holding on the necklace. She can read the woman’s eyes: this thing should be worth a lot of money.
Chuxia stares at the woman with contempt. Crossing her arms across her chest, she finally realizes why Qilu gives her that look. It’s a look given when something despicable is seen.
He probably thinks she’s greedy at the sight of money and is the reason why she entered the Han family, right? The mere thought of it makes her chest constrict uncomfortably.
“You’ve taken the necklace. Please, give me the key.” Jiang Yuan gave her the necklace as a gift. She knows she won’t care if she gave it up. She might even say it was rather generous of Chuxia to give it to the landlady.
The middle-aged woman looks at her viciously while pocketing the necklace. “Girl, how many men have you been to buy this necklace, huh? Despite being uneducated, your face is similar to your mother’s: a fox!”
Her facial features do resemble a fox: her chin is sharp. But since this fox is beyond being tolerant, explanations are out of the question. She tenaciously asks, “I gave you the necklace. What else do you want?!”
Her tone has become unfriendly. From where An Chuxia and the middle-aged woman stood, they can’t see Han Qilu’s shadow. He balls his fists.. His knuckles, distinct and prominently white from anger.
Why doesn’t she fight back? He asks in his heart. Isn’t she fierce and fearless? Or does she only dare to be arrogant toward him? This insight suddenly makes his heart feel warm.
How should he take this girl?
“What kind of…?” The middle-aged woman sneers. “You dare speak to me in this tone?” She raises her hand. She’s about to slap Chuxia on the face when a shadow appears. Her hand freezes mid-motion.
She expects him to stop her when she meets his gaze. But as she studies his elegant face, she feels a chill emanating from him from head to toe.