Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
The blue vein on her forehead, no, not just the forehead, but the neck, bulges. Tang Kayi, you slut! How could she have not fractured her hand back then too?
Why is she bothered by her nickname, Baojun Langjie? The nickname is quite domineering, how come she’s never heard of it before?
An Chuxia’s expression changes erratically. Han Qilu doesn’t hold back as he chortles before fully laughing. He attempts to provoke her and make her a bit more uncomfortable. Chuxia finally gets up from the lying position to that of Buddha’s meditation pose before chastising Han Qilu. “Laugh.
He raises an eyebrow to Chuxia despite her venomous tongue. His smile fades as he drives; thoughts churn in his mind. But the only thing Chuxia sees are his smiling eyes. Bastard!
She swallows her spit and buckles down on the passenger seat while she remains quiet. Then, she asks Qilu earnestly, “What did that slut ask you a moment ago?”
“Slut?” Chuxia refers to the girl recklessly. Ugh, the really cheap, unpleasant perfume still lingers. But he has to admit, the joke she provided was quite funny.
His face reverts to being emotionless. With one hand on the steering wheel, and the other on
on his phone, he dials a number. Once the bluetooth connects, a loud voice pipes through. “Hey!”
“Reserve a table for two. I’m coming soon.” The master speaks. His strong, loud voice suddenly becomes quiet enough to hear him breathe deeply.
“Yes, master! You need me to clear the place?” Compared to how the voice responded earlier, the man’s voice is suddenly more cautious and respectful. It’s no wonder Han Qilu acts superciliously. He goes all out. From infancy to adulthood, he is treated like an emperor. Wouldn’t this distort his psyche?
“No need.” He presses a button on the steering wheel and the phone hangs
phone hangs up immediately.
She stares at Qilu before she lowers her lids. “Where are we going? You also scheduled something, somewhere. Where?” Bowling shouldn’t be played by only two people. Otherwise, she’ll be embarrassed. She needs to think about her employment, her freedom!!!
“Eat,” he says. Han Qilu taps a button and jazz fills the car. An Chuxia, who has no artistic cell in her body, thinks this kind of music is boring. She’d prefer listening to the legendary Phoenix <>. However, she doesn’t dare voice her dissatisfaction.
After a few minutes, she asks again, “What did that slut say to you?”
He deliberately whets her appetite. whets her appetite. Han Qilu side eyes her and teases her. “Guess.”
What kind of medicine did she ingest! She states emphatically, “She doesn’t literally mean I was a murderer. How could I have killed people?” When it comes to that slut, she really gets riled up.
Obviously, Tang Kayi intentionally made statements left open for interpretation. She was angry and she pulled her arm… she only dislocated her extremity, not a fracture it! Such poor recollection! Adding inflammatory details raises the situation to something more nefarious.
Han Qilu doesn’t speak. However, he tries to hide the happy expression waiting to escape his lips.