I Won’t Be Su Daji
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
TL Notes: Su Daji was the human embodiment of a nine-tailed fox spirit, who Nuwa herself had summoned to destroy a mortal king for his depravity (including lusting after Nuwa) but not to bring harm to the people.
King Zhou of Shang is the pejorative posthumous name given to Di Xin, the last king of the Shang dynasty, of ancient China.
She sits back and looks at the scenery outside the window before stealing a look from the rear view mirror. Suddenly, she hears Han Qilu say, “You didn’t want me to let him off?” He doesn’t wait for her reply before adding, “I’ll call the company and have him dismissed immediately.”
“What?” An Chuxia cries out in
surprise. She holds his hand as he is about to make the call. Shaking her head, she says, “Must you be like King Zhou of Shang and be like this? I won’t be Su Daji!” As soon as the words leave her mouth, she starts feeling warm… she notices Qilu has stopped. His eyes look at her brightly.
As if rousing from a dream, both arms protectively raise while shouting, “What do you want me to do?” She isn’t aware she presents herself as a feminist.
Han Qilu glances at her before chortling. He says, “Get out. Let’s have lunch.” He breaks eye contact with her and opens his door. A foot has stepped out when An Chuxia grabs the hem of his shirt. With a light
light tug, Qilu stops. He looks at her, confused.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, smiling. He despises her, right? Hate? Regards with contempt?! Wait a minute, for what reason would Han Qilu would have her convinced he was going to make the man suffer for his own XXX [silence] instead of the contrary?
No, no… She isn’t angry. Although, she simply feels insulted. She looks up. The pupils in her eyes are limpid. “What I wanted to say was I had breakfast. Now I’m full and I don’t want to eat.”
He doesn’t speak but he pets her head lightly. She doesn’t know what he’s thinking. The following second, he bends from the waist and gets out. Ping. The driver’s door closes.
“We eat to eat. It’s what supports you, dummy.” He’s
dummy.” He’s so unlikable! And he said he’s going to be polite? He is not human, inhuman! As she silently scolds him, a sudden force from behind her forces her out of the car.
“You bastard!” She rises. How did this assh*le get her out of the car? He asks her to accompany him to a meal knowing she isn’t feeling well? He stares at her every move whit his big eyes.
An Chuxia bravely meets his gloomy eyes. Suddenly, his mood brightens as he gazes into her eyes. “Let’s eat.” She was generous by saying he is “gentle, like overflowing water”. In truth, he’s just seduced by the food in this restaurant.
So far, so good.
They walk into the stall, one that’s not as stiff as most Western-style restaurants. Although, there restaurants. Although, there are a lot of people, and most of them are staring at them. A relaxed Han Qilu takes a hold of her wrist before pointing out an empty table for them to share. “Would it be okay if we sit there?”
She knows the question is rhetorical, so she nods in agreement. The somewhat noisy dining room becomes quiet. The restaurant’s general manager smiles and says in a loud voice, “Young master Han, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
“Are you boasting your annoyance?” Han Qilu doesn’t given the GM face, pulling out Chuxia’s seat at the table for her to sit.
A drop of cold sweat beads on the GM’s forehead. “Master, please don’t tease me… Well, who’s this young lady?”