Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
TL Notes: Tang Xuanzang- Chinese Buddhist monk from the Tang Dynasty who described the interaction between Chinese and Indian Buddhism
Sun Wukong- Monkey King from the Song Dynasty; he is a main character in the 16th century Chinese classical novel, Journey to the West)
An Chuxia blinks. Suddenly, she understands. She stares at Han Qilu and sees his sincerity. She pats him on the shoulder and says, “Hey, I don’t blame you.”
“Oh,” he says, looking puzzled. “What are you blaming me for?” He was referring to the excessive words spoken against An Chuxia’s mother. Perhaps, he misunderstood her. He thinks An Chuxia’s mother knew she was going to die and planned to save his father, then sent
An Chuxia to live with them.
He was wrong from the very beginning. But what did Chuxia mean? She doesn’t really blame him? Obviously, she was angry with him to slap him on the face.
How strange is this fool? Obviously, she knows she was wrong and he was wrong but it didn’t require a slap? But since he requested, and she was polite, does it makes things right?
She raises her head. Her eyes narrow, thinking of the financial ramifications. “Do you know how much money you gave the landlady aunt? How many zeroes did you write on that check?” She’s upset about this. She would’ve liked to rush and snatch the check back from the landlady. However, Han Qilu held her hand and led
led her away from the scene. ==
“100,000 or 1 million, I forgot.” He exhibits a very innocent appearance before asking, “Why?”
“What happened to you?!” An Chuxia plants her hands on her hips. “Do you have that much money to give her? You might as well give it to me! If you can’t distinguish 100,000 and 1 million, clearly, you have too much money you can’t pay attention to it!”
At this time, Han Qilu’s expression was neither a smile nor a sneer, but his mouth bends; his eyes, wide open. “What do you mean?” He doesn’t understand what An Chuxia meant. Does she mean he spends money too freely and he shouldn’t… or she loves him for his money?
Whether it’s the former or the
or the latter, is this for his own good?
“I meant, you might as well have given it to me!” Well, now, the truth is out. An Chuxia frowns. Her brow knits tightly enough to be able to clip a fly!
Stunned momentarily, Han Qilu laughs. “Rest assured, that money is not hers to take. It’s her burial fee.” He didn’t want Chuxia to hear this, but now, there’s no reason for him to hide it. If An Chuxia wants to prevent it, he will do so.
She looks at Han Qilu blankly, then she unexpectedly grins like a fool. “Thank you.”
His pupils contract, his face flashes unnaturally. This is not the first time An Chuxia had thanked him. But every time it happens, his chest is his chest is full, and each time, he gets a strange feeling. Trying to conceal his mood, he asks in a low voice, “Didn’t you ask a favor from her? I think you’re very good.”
There is some irony in his statement. Han Qilu’s words are expressing regret. Nonetheless, he doesn’t want to say this each time… .
His lips move, wanting to explain, but eventually, he raises his chin. It always comes back to the truth!
“Um.”An Chuxia nods. “I do think I am very good. However, good people are forever bullied. Reality has taught me to be good, but not excessively good. I am not Tang Xuanzang. Sun Wukong isn’t on my side to protect me, the Goddess of Mercy doesn’t exist, like God.”