Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
There’s a sudden tightness in her chest. Smiling brightly to cover her discomfort, she says, “Theoretically, I’m his sister. You don’t need to be tentative.”
The chief nods as he clears his throat before asking, “That girl, Xiang Mankuai, was pregnant at that time. I don’t know what happened to the child in her womb. She didn’t want me to tell master Han at that time. Not saying anything has left me this burden.”
Pregnant?! She recovers quickly from the shocking news. She shakes her head as she takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I just started living with the
Hans. I don’t know anything about it. Since she told you to keep it a secret, I assume there were some difficulties?”
The chief shakes his head and thinks out loud. “Do you, young people, think you can conceal the truth about a life? Do as you wish… .”
Footsteps are heard outside the room. The chief and An Chuxia tacitly fall into silence.
“Just apply medicine on it. Mingluo just called to say they’ve arrived.” Han Qilu puts the medicine on the table. He walks to the water dispenser and takes a cup of hot water. He takes one of the pills in the box and
and hands the items to her. She takes the pill, tilts her head, and swallows.
Han Qilu takes out a cotton swab and puts ointment on it. His hand holds her head while the other gently paints her lip with the transparent ointment. It is cool and comfortable. However, she doesn’t know why she feels unsettled.
“I’ll meet up with you in the next room after you apply the medicine. Don’t trouble yourself with walking me out, young master Han. I shall take my leave.”
“Good, sorry for troubling you, chief.” They nod to each other before the chief leaves.
What’s Han Qilu’s relationship with Xiang Mankuai? Overwrought, she
Overwrought, she takes the cotton swab from Qilu. “I can do this by myself.”
“What else can you do?” Han Qilu ignores her and continues to apply the ointment. Her mood sours. Chuxia stands up and avoids looking at Han Qilu. He tugs on her hand before leaning close to her lips. “What’s the matter? Affected?”
Affected? She unconsciously looks at him with contempt, all because of that Xiang Sang She girl, the one with the same seafood allergy? Her mouth drags. She doesn’t say a word relating to Xiang Mankuai.
She doesn’t know why, but she doesn’t want to talk about her. But her mind is filled with the filled with the chief’s imagery. Her eyebrows knit before whispering, “Xiao Mingluo is anxiously waiting. We should start walking.” She breaks free from his hand and doesn’t wait for him. On the way to the car, she takes a deep breath. She starts scolding her heart. What is she doing? Why would she feel disturbed about Xiang Mankuai, she isn’t someone she should be worrying about!
She’s someone who doesn’t matter!
Han Qilu gets in the car, carrying the medicine bag and putting it next to the seat. He peeks at her, and in frustration, he asks, “Is there something wrong? You don’t look right. Are you uncomfortable?”