Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by pumpkingirl920
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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.
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
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
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 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!”