Future Han Group President …
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
“Han Qilu… .” An Chuxia is surprised to see him. He suddenly shields her this time again. Why does she say again? Because he also stopped Mo Xinwei from hitting her.
The moment suddenly makes her chest feel warm. Her eyes unexpectedly turn red. It seems like he appears every time things appear to be difficult for her… .
Han QIlu’s hostility toward the middle-aged woman is clearly evident, and she couldn’t help but be covered with cold sweat. From many years of experience, she knows it’s bad dealing with a charming man like him.
He may be a student, but he’s a man who has an ice-cold, blood-thirsty kind of vision. At 18, he’s just all grown up.
“Are you here to buy fruit?” The middle-aged woman asks, her voice, trembling, despite trying to act calmly.
His initial plan was to settle with this disgusting old woman immediately, but it looks like there are better means! It’s not too late to wait.
His cold face suddenly becomes gentle. The distinct outline of his face reveals a inconspicuous, crafty smile. “Is this the landlady aunt? I’m An Chuxia’s fiancée, Han Qilu, the successor of Han group. We will be wed once we’ve reached the age of consent, and we are hoping you’d be able to attend our wedding.”
His intoxicating voice and faint smile shocks An Chuxia. She looks at him, and when Han Qilu looks into her eyes, he shows her a gentle smile.
What is he doing? An Chuxia asks herself, puzzled. But one thing she is aware of, is Han Qilu’s there to rescue her. This thought alone calms her angry heart and brings her some joy.
“Fiancée?” The middle-aged woman’s eyes bulge in surprise, so much so someone would misread her expression and laugh loudly. She extends a finger and points to An Chuxia. “Han Group’s young master will actually marry you?”
He can tell the middle-aged woman doesn’t believe who he was so he pulls out a business card (made of pure gold) and hands it to her. She snatches it hastily to confirm the ore on the card. She looks at the name on the card: Han Group General Manager Han Qilu.
Of course, Han Qilu’s name alone resounds as the Han’s successor. Chuxia used to hear his name discussed even before she entered the Han residence. She heard they have the Midas touch.
The middle-aged woman is aware that gaining favor means a lot. “Oh heavens!”
“Oh, An Chuxia is a good girl. I don’t want anyone slandering her. If it must be known, slandering her reputation is tantamount to slandering… the Han Group’s future president’s wife.”
The weight of his words is quite heavy. The middle-aged woman looks An Chuxia straight in the eyes. She suddenly takes out the necklace and hands it over to Chuxia. “An Chuxia, I am sorry. Aunt hasn’t had good days recently. I thought this necklace would make me feel good. Please take it.”
Han Qilu watches from the corner of his eye. “She doesn’t need it back. She has thousands of necklaces back home. You may take it, Aunt. We are here to take the key. I want to take a look at the place An Chuxia lived.”