Let’s Join Hands
Translated by nightcache
Edited and proofread by anks
(狗吃屎 to fall flat on one’s face)
Mo Xinwei’s footsteps halt. One An Chuxia is already enough, how is it that a Basa Li has appeared as well? She rather believed that Taoqiu was joking around with her.
However, watching An Chuxia’s response, this is obviously true… .
“How? Did that woman provoke you too?” An Chuxia’s faint smile is especially unfeeling. “To tell you the truth, between Basa Li and you, I favor you a little bit. Look, right now, she’s residing at the Han’s, and I was forced, without a choice, to move into the Ling house.”
She intent in saying this is to provoke Mo Xinwei to vigorously give Basa Li a hard time, like she once did to her. To be honest, Chuxia prefers people
specifically like Mo Xinwei over people like Basa Li. At the very least, she has brain!
“Earlier, you were actually residing in the Han house… .” Mo Xinwei nods her head. “Forget it! This is not the time to be caring about this. How about… we join hands to get rid of that woman?”
“Pu…” An Chuxia accidentally lets out a laugh. She recovers soon enough, holding on to the banister before continuing, “Mo Xinwei, ah, from the very beginning, you have found the wrong person. Han Qilu and I are two completely different entities that can never intersect. If you want to chase her away, then this is your, his well-brought-up girlfriend’s, business. It’s none of my business.”
Mo Xinwei quickly extends both of her hands, gripping An Chuxia’s shoulders. A flash of desolation betrays her
her eyes. “An Chuxia, although I dislike like you, compared to that woman who came out of nowhere, I like you much better. However, just now what do you mean by this? Do you want me to chase her out by myself, then afterwards, you come collect the fish*?”
(*An Chuxia will reap the benefits while Mo Xinwei will gain nothing out of this.)
Sighing helplessly, she never thought that Mo Xinwei would think this way. She leans toward the railing, facing Mo Xinwei, pushing her hands away. “If I was a year or two younger, I would have certainly accompanied you to chase that person away. But at present, I am burdened with too many obligations: mama’s hope, mama’s dream, and the quiet life I aspire to live. Han Qilu is not suitable for me; he
me; he probably is more fitting for you. Goodbye, I need to go back to class.”
She nods towards a stunned Mo Xinwei before turning away to open the classroom door. Meng Xiaonan was actively leaning on door, diligently trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. When she hears An Chuxia returning, she prepares to retreat from the door. But the door opens earlier than expected, causing her body to be thrust forward to the ground. Fortunately, An Chuxia grabs hold of her clothes, bringing her back up. Or else, she might have fallen flat on her face.
“What’s wrong?” An Chuxia’s voice carries a slight chill, and Meng Xiaonan perceives she’s unhappy. She quickly rights her posture, pats down her skirt, and enthusiastically announces, “Wasn’t I preparing… to go to the restroom?”
After listening to her, An Chuxia can’t An Chuxia can’t help but roll her eyes. One needs to be that close to the door to go to the bathroom? Biting the corner of her mouth, and states, “There’s no next time.”
Meng Xiaonan hurries behind. “There will definitely be no next time!” Sure enough, whatever she does cannot stay hidden from An Chuxia’s eyes, like the roundworm in her belly. She can even have you guess her nightly dreams!
Actually, An Chuxia just simply doesn’t want Meng Xiaonan to be dragged in. If by any chance, due to her bad temper, she causes Mo Xinwei to get angry, then this trouble will land on her lap to fix? It is not that she is afraid of the hassle, it is just that she is worried that…because of her, Meng Xiaonan will get hurt.