As the door closes again, a smile appears in Qilu’s eyes. He shouldn’t look so haughty since he’s Chuxia’s butler, but who benefits isn’t the point!
He flings the magazine to the backseat, and exits the car. However, Basa Li pulls his arm. He was about to say something when he sees Basa Li’s father come out of the hallway with his father.
Jiang Yuan walks before them, talking softly with An Chuxia. She looks sad, but he couldn’t see any obvious displeasure. It’s only when Han Liuhai looks at Xia Xia does he witness an apologetic gaze.
[As the Han
Group’s leader, he has to take pains to work with other leaders. But once this partnership is over, he ca be rid of Basa Li. As for An Chuxia, despite feeling apologetic, he still has to face her.
An Chuxia nods at Han Liuhai. His eyes are clear; his expression, relaxed. But as Han Liuhai meets her gaze , his middle-aged eyes reflect his eyes, turning faster as he apologizes for the complexities.]
The middle-aged man next to Han looks at An Chuxia with inquiring eyes the moment he sees her. She can feel in her bones that this man is
is unfriendly. She can even see a trace of disgust.
An Chuxia doesn’t understand why this man, who doesn’t know her, is judging her. This is the first time she’s met him. But why is he so hostile?
She suddenly comprehends the situation when Basa Li calls out to him sweetly, while she hangs on to Han Qilu. Everything becomes crystal clear.
The man who looks older than Han Liuhai is Basa Li’s father. No wonder… no wonder why he gave her that look. The boy his daughter likes doesn’t like her, and her presence complicates the situation, right?
But what about people like
people like Basa Li, who talk badly about people behind their backs?
An Chuxia doesn’t care what he thinks of her, but she remains polite. She is, after all, innocent and pure.
She hides her emotions in her eyes and nods to the middle-aged man. The man points at her face, smiles at her, and says, “You’re Miss An Chuxia? Have I heard of your name?”
Basa Li’s father’s Chinese is far better than Basa Li’s but his words… .
What about her name? Doesn’t he know what he said is inappropriate? An Chuxia hides her dissatisfaction, and says, “You’re too kind. You shouldn’t have You shouldn’t have heard of me.” What she says may be true, but she says it frankly.
Basa Li’s father doesn’t say anything again. Instead, he shifts his gaze to Han Qilu and his baby daughter and says, “Have you had lunch yet? There’s a Chinese saying… Right, one’s body is the capital of revolution! Go eat, since I’m still talking to Han Bobo.”
Jiang Yuan, who was standing by, couldn’t hold back any longer. Pulling An Chuxia’s hand, she guides her back to the hall and says loudly, “I’ve made your favorite dishes, An Chuxia. Please do me the honor of feeding you.”