“Aunt, uncle, although I don’t want to trouble you, but young master Han may want me to have a different identity in school… .”
“Needless to say, this matter is decided, and he doesn’t get what he wants.” Han Liuhai stares at Han Qilu as he gets up and dons the suit jacket the maid hands him.
“From today on, you will sit in the same car, in the same day when you go to school. Let me find out you are not good to her… I’ll freeze all your credit cards! “Jiang Yuan threatens Qilu before standing up to help Han Liuhai secure his tie.
“I ….” Is this a trick? Han Qilu is silent for a
long time before conceding. He fiercely stares down An Chuxia as she leaves before him.
An Chuxia internally groans. Both she and Qilu did nothing but begrudge their fate. Why is one destined to lose something to gain something?
It seems she has to have no dignity to attend Stein. Is fulfilling her mother’s wish worth it?
“How long will you have to sit there? The young master does not want his credit cards frozen!” Han Qilu’s voice fills the hall. An Chuxia bites her inner cheek to suppress her answer. She knows if it’s not for the mother, she won’t do it!
“Uncle, aunt, I’ll be headed to school.” She bows to them before leaving.
As she sits in the extended Bentley, she realizes the high life
life is more than lavish.
“When we’re in school, don’t say you know me,” Han Qilu instructs.
Pretend not to know him, of course. She hoped as much. Her lips slide to a smile and agrees. “Yes.”
Her obedient response leaves Han Qilu afflicted. Then he promptly adds, “If you see me, address me as ‘Master Qilu’. Understand?”
Han’s steward, Chen Sheng, who happens to be sitting in the driver’s seat, coughs loudly upon hearing the order. “Master, I was sent to let my wife protect Miss An.”
The implication is, he is to monitor Han Qilu.
“I will not strangle this stranger!” Han Qilu rolls his eyes, impatiently before reiterating: “You must call me young master!”
“Good, Young Master Qilu,” An Chuxia responds confidently. She is willing to call him young
him young master and chant if it means she will be treated better.
“Well!” Han Qilu says before gazing out the window.
The Royal College of Stein soon comes to An Chuxia’s periphery. Although she has to contain her excitement, the school looks spectacular and one could not help but stare.
“Don’t stare!” Han Qilu shoots her a cold look before stepping out of the car.
Just as he gets out, a large group of girls wearing the uniform surround Han.
“Master Han looks very handsome today.”
“Young master Qilu, when will you go with us to KTV to play?”
“Master Han Qilu, have you eaten breakfast?”
An Chuxia hears all the flattery and compliments like they’re a special kind of idiot.
At the Royal College, Han is so popular. They probably don’t know probably don’t know how rotten Han Qilu is, right?
Once the girls have completely surrounded Han, he suddenly raises his hand. An evil smile splits his face.
“Hold on,” he says. “I have to tell you something.”
He leaves the girls and walks toward the other side of the Bentley. He opens the door and pulls An Chuxia out of the car, disregarding her bewildered expression.
“Who is she?” Vicious eyes lock with An Chuxia’s.
“What are you doing?” she whispers to him. Isn’t it their agreement she pretends not to know him? What is he doing now?
Han Qilu does not answer. Instead, he raises one of her arms. “She is my maid, An Chuxia. She is a nobody and you don’t have to be polite to her!”