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Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by pumpkingirl920
Disclaimer: Master Devil Don't Kiss Me, its contents and characters, are the property of Jin Xia Mo. This is a work of fiction. This is an amateur translation of the novel. Please support this site by reading translations from this page.
Trigger Warning: some violence (slapping, forceful kissing, punching, name-calling, cursing) portrayed in the story. Consider this your warning.)
“My wife, ah… .” Han Liuhai smiles as he stands beside Jiang Yuan. "Do you recall what's wrong with that scene?"
“What's wrong?” Jiang Yuan tilts her head. She does not understand how things turned out so wrong in half a day. She turns around and looks at Han Liuhai. Confused, she waits for him to say where things went wrong.
Han Liuhai gives her a reassuring hug around her shoulders as he finds the words to explain things to her.
“Look at the situation this morning. Han Qilu obviously dislikes An Chuxia. But now, he took her upstairs. This shows what? This shows that your 'Xiao An Chuxia final plan' is not needed!"
She admits he has a point. The romance author in her cooked up a detailed schedule for An Chuxia and Han Qilu to be together, even if it's as simple as just using the car ride to school as an excuse.
Suddenly, she nods her head. Jiang Yuan pushes Han Liuhai's hands off her. “Ah! So many important things I didn't pay attention to and should've!"
“So don't look so angry… I don't think we should intervene between those two. Our son will deal with this matter! If this thing between the two of them develops into a relationship this quickly… shouldn't it be music to your ears?"
Han Liuhai is indeed an old fox; a few words clarifies the whole situations quickly.
Jiang Yuan smiles proudly. Then, she freezes. A wicked smile spreads. “I want to go upstairs to see what they are doing."
“Oh! Do not …,” Han Liuhai warns Jiang Yuan. He wants to stop his impulsive wife but at the speed she's running, he might as well fight with a trained martial artist.
As he watches her disappear, Han Liuhai helplessly shakes his head. “Please ready the car. I want to go to work."
Jiang Yuan sneaks down the hallway like a thief. With her back against the wall, she cranes her neck through the door to peek inside the room.
An Chuxia's room is very quiet.
“Fool, I thought you were strong?” Han Qilu's voice breaks the silence. Jiang Yuan can not assess the situation, so she presses her ear against the door so she can listen in.
Han Qilu stares at Chuxia's face and sighs. He retrieves his phone from his pocket and punches a series of numbers.
“Dr. Jiang? Can you provide immediate treatment… for prolonged strenuous exercise that led to fatigue? Send the medication over to the second floor."
Dr. Jiang is a private doctor providing house calls. As Han Qilu called the doctor, he unconsciously describes An Chuxia's situation in a protective manner.
Jiang Yuan realizes her son's tone is different over the phone. She covers her mouth as she suppresses her laughter.
Dr. Jiang lives close to the Han family. So when he ascends the stairs, he catches Jiang Yuan sitting on the ground, pressing a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.
Is it really innocent?
The doctor slowly squats before Jiang Yuan. “Lady? Are you okay?"
“Ah!!!” she is shocked by the sudden voice. Her heart almost jumps out to strike.
“Lady?” Dr. Jiang didn't expect to see Jiang Yuan. This is the expected reaction, right? Ah, perhaps he should conduct a physical examination in the Han household to make sure everyone is sound of heart.
“Hush -,” Jiang Yuan instructs the doctor by extending her index finger in the front of her lips. “You gave me a scare. If my son hears me, he won't let me eat sideways!"CHAPTER 34 Dead Bastard
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by lhie
Dr. Jiang is confused. He asks, “Lady, why can't you let the young master hear you?"
“Because … .”
The door to An Chuxia's room suddenly opens. Jiang Yuan swallows the words she was about to say. Out the door comes Han Qilu.
She puts on a smile as she stands up and straighten her clothes.
Qilu stares at her; his face rigid and cold.
“What do you not want me to know?” Han Qilu's needle-like eyes pierce straight to his mother's heart. This makes her very conscious. Subconsciously, she is a little bit afraid of Han Qilu. Sometimes, she often thinks, in the end, she doesn't know the child’s character!
“Why won't you talk?” He asks.
Jiang Yuan swallows hard but pretends like nothing happened. “I'm just talking to Dr. Jiang. Can't we converse?"
She shoots the doctor a look to corroborate her story. Dr. Jiang bows his head and says, “You did not say anything."
Han Qilu didn't hear what she asked but she didn't ask why he asked him to come. So, he simply didn't question anything. He turns around and instructs the doctor. “Go attend to her. It is best not to let her die. If she dies, my credit card is dead."
Dr. Jiang is taken by surprise. He nods before walking into the room with a medicine box. He thought the young master is the one who suffered from strenuous exercise.
“How could you talk about your fiancée like that?” Han Qilu's mother asks unhappily. She looks at him with bulging eyes.
He shrugs indifferently to her accusation. “Ma, if you want me to call you a mother, do not mention the fiancée thing."
“Hello! You… ." The sound of his footsteps gets lighter and lighter.
An Chuxia blinks her eyes. She realizes she has slept for a moment. She gets up without using much of her strength then feels a strange pain up her calf.
Today, she broke the limit… .
“You're awake?” Dr. Jiang approaches An Chuxia's bed carefully, the medicine box perched on her bedside table.
An Chuxia nods slightly in answer. She woke up when he called the doctor on the phone. She pretended to sleep because she did not know how to face Han Qilu.
If there is such a moment, a real moment she is grateful to Han Qilu, it is today. He is only unreasonable on the surface… Until she hears him and Jiang Yuan talking outside her door. Then her heart turns cold once again.
She is wrong. How can she forget the fact Han Qilu is a demon?
Dr. Jiang turns to pour a glass of water for An Chuxia. “Master Han told me you did some strenuous exercise today.Your lips are dry. You're dehydrated. You have to drink lots of water."
“Well, I ran for a long time.” She takes the cup, looks up and says, “Thank you. Can you give me another one?"
“Of course, I can."
A few glasses of water later, she feels alive again… .
“Look at your face. Looks like you're doing well. I don't think it is necessary for you to take any medicine. Take a good rest. You should be completely restored by tomorrow. You might feel some calf pain tomorrow, that is a normal response.” Dr. Jiang states.
She knows there will be calf pain tomorrow, because… she's already feeling it now!