Apologize to Her
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Jiang Yuan said too much, but her words reassure An Chuxia. However, she dares not intervene. She finally looks up at Basa’s red eyes and smirks. “I wish you success, Han. Ma, I’m retiring to your writing room.”
“Go. Mommy will make you a cup of coffee.” She smiles softly at Chuxia as she watches her ascend to the writing room. As soon as she leaves, Jiang Yuan’s expression changes. Rigidly, she says, “Steward Han, prepare this lady’s room, one that’s not inconvenient. Any room will do since she won’t be staying long.”
Steward Han gauges
the charged atmosphere. He walks to the door to collect Basa Li’s belongings and take it up the stairs. If his opinion is solicited, he’d definitely select An Chuxia as the young mistress because he doesn’t see Basa Li as a suitable companion. Alas, he’s a man whose opinions can’t be articulated. He has to bow to work.
“Ma, apologize to her.” Han Qilu follows Jiang Yuan to the kitchen as she brews coffee. Their partnership is linked to Han Group’s reputation and treating Basa Li badly is something he can’t do. But as long as the contract is being negotiated, he can stand
stand treating her nicely until she leaves.
Basa Li’s eyes flash with a glimmer of joy. Sidling up to Han Qilu, she extends her hand and rests it on Jiang Yuan. “I know we don’t have a relationship, auntie. You may not know me well, but slowly… .”
“What did you say?” Jiang Yuan shoves Basa Li’s hand away and walks to the kitchen. She doesn’t want to take advantage of the maids, especially when she doesn’t want to deal with Basa Li.
Han Qilu didn’t expect this outcome. He glances toward the writing room. Han Qilu reaches out for Basa Li’s hand and urges her to
her to go upstairs. “I’ll take you to my room. My mother has a childish temper, but you’ll get used to it.”
Basa Li immediately nods. “I don’t mind. How can I be angry with auntie? Anyway, my mother, who’s in Japan, will always love me.”
He’s indifferent to her words. Although he’s holding Basa Li’s hand, his thoughts are on An Chuxia and her apathetic disposition. Is she really that indifferent to Basa Li?
As they reach the second floor, he looks at her with cold eyes. They stand between two doors. He opens the door to his room unwillingly and shows it to Basa Li. “This is Li. “This is my room.”
Suddenly, his thoughts are filled with memories of the day An Chuxia’s nightgown ripped, and his towel accidentally came undone. Both of them lay in that precarious position. His vision couldn’t help but become blurry. He knows she saw [it]. He grins. Then, he abruptly stops daydreaming the moment Basa Li speaks.
“Whose room is this? I want this room!” Han Qilu quickly walks past Basa Li as she attempts to enter An Chuxia’s room. Stoically, he abruptly snatches her hand from the doorknob. He unceremoniously shuts the door close.
“What’s wrong?” Feeling wronged, she stares at poor Han Qilu.