Han Qilu finally couldn’t help but scold her.
“Excuse me, but why… why would you come get me?” She asks stupidly. She doesn’t believe Han Qilu drove all the way to school because he was worried about her. This isn’t rocket science!
Gripping the steering wheel, he turns around and faces her expressionlessly. “Credit card.”
Does his world revolve around the credit card? It is really sad if rich men are brought down by plastic.
The car runs smoothly and stays within the speed limit. Han Qilu doesn’t take An Chuxia directly back home, but to a five-star hotel.
The sky is now completely dark, and occasionally, a flash of lightning appears.
Milestone Hotel belongs to the Hans. In fact, even if Qilu’s credit card
is frozen, his identity can be used to keep him from starving to death.
The Han Group is a major contributor to the financial industry in many and all levels. Han Real Estate Company is A city’s largest real estate group. Its economic strength in the country is second to none. In addition to real estate, the Han Group’s industry also includes food, clothing, and film and television media. They also have educational institutions, such as the Stein Royal College, where Han Liuhai is the chairman.
“Where are we?” An Chuxia looks at the hotel’s attendants opening the door for them.
“The hotel.” Han Qilu gets out of the car and comes around to the back to collect An Chuxia.
“You took me
me to a hotel?!” An Chuxia begins to feel uneasy. He’s not changing again, is he?
Han Qilu puts on a cold face. The attendants insist they’d be accompanied with umbrellas until they reach the hotel’s VIP elevator. As it slowly opens, he says, “Do you want my mother to see you covered in blood?”
She is slightly taken aback. Before she can stop herself, she buries herself in his arms. From the side, she sees a surprised look on the attendant’s face. It takes a lot of effort on her behalf to hold back her laugh.
The VIP elevator is only used by special guests so it rises directly to the 18th floor.
The attendant opens the door of the exclusive presidential suite.
presidential suite. When they are left alone, Qilu immediately takes Chuxia directly to the bathroom and leaves her there. He shuts the door and says, “Wash yourself. I don’t want you to scare Ma.”
An Chuxia doesn’t speak. Instead, she looks around the luxurious bathroom. The bathtub is circular, like the rest of the bathroom design. From top to bottom, she can’t describe its opulence.
Times like this are when she’s mostly afraid. Once she leaves the Han’s stead, would she be able to live a simple life after being spoiled in luxury?
“Don’t just idle over there. Take off your clothes so I can immediately send them for washing.” Han Qilu hears no movement in the bathroom, leaving him very upset.
An Chuxia quickly upset.
An Chuxia quickly takes off her clothes and stuffs them through the crack when she partially opens the door.
“Do not worry, I have no interest in your noodles.” With that statement, Han Qilu takes her clothes from the door.
What? An Chuxia is very uncomfortable. Her chest is not big, but she hasn’t arrived at a noodle stage yet! She is rendered speechless! But for the moment, Han Qilu is proving to be very useful to her and her peace of mind… like this water bath.
Han Qilu looks out the door and hands the clothes to the attendant.
“I’ll give you ten minutes, tops.”
There is no room for discussion. The servant nods and states, “Yes, young master. Would you like dinner prepared?”