“Prepare dinner, but no fish. I hate it.”
“Yes, young master. Should I prepare for two?” The attendant knows the quantity is excessive, but he’s afraid that if he miscalculates, the result would be even worse.
Han Qilu holds back the impulse to kill the attendant. Taking a deep breath, he says, “Why not three? Or more? The pig may want two servings. For now, prepare three.”
“Yes, young master!” The servant bows and takes the clothes away.
“Hold on!” Han Qilu calls the attendant back. “Also, go buy… that one.”
His face is flush with embarrassment despite them being alone.
Confused, the attendant respectfully asks again. “Will the young master clarify… what are you asking for? I’m afraid I don’t understand what
Han Qilu clenches his fist and rests it against his chin. It takes a long time before he loudly says, “It’s that… just go get those things girls use.”
“Yes… to avoid pregnancy?” The attendant is really clueless. He assumes the young master brought the girl to the hotel and is asking him to procure delicate items to avoid a pregnancy.
“Damn!” Han Qilu can no longer help himself from blowing up. He grabs the servant by the collar and roars, “Did you see a woman trying to avoid a pregnancy?”
The attendant suddenly understands the young master when he remembers him saying “strawberry sundae”. Cold sweat forming, his mouth hastens to reply, “I understand, young master… .”
Han Qilu releases
releases his grip. “Send the clothes together with that item speedily. Otherwise, do not return to Milestone tomorrow.”
The servants know never dismiss Han Qilu’s word. At top speed, he hurries toward the elevator.
Han Qilu returns to the suite. He calls home to let them know it is raining so hard they’ve taken refuge at a place to eat so they don’t have to wait on them.
Leaning on the suite’s high-grade soft leather sofa, the more he thinks his concern has taken a turn for the strange. Before, his heart couldn’t wait for her to drop dead in the rain. They wouldn’t control each other’s life and death. But what is he doing now?
He would never accept that in two days, she,
days, she, the outsider, has tempted him. So what is it about An Chuxia? He thinks this through for the longest time until he finally figures it out. It is because she is too rebellious? Similar to a father’s big heart, it is his duty to try every means possible to make a daughter good.
Although this idea seems far-fetched to an outsider looking in, An Chuxia is only a year younger than him. However, he can’t think of any other way to interpret the situation.
“Master.” Qilu raises his head as he hears the attendant knock on the door.
He looks at the two bags the attendant carries in his left hand. Qilu states with a poker face, “Your manager will reimburse manager will reimburse you for the cost of the items you purchased.”
“No, no, no, you are too polite,” the attendant says. “Dinner tonight is really good. I’m going to get it now.” The servant bows at ninety degrees before leaving. Despite being an attendant, his wages are higher than the ordinary white-collar jobs. What he spent on the young master is nothing compared to his happiness.
Han Qilu takes the bags to the bathroom door. He raises his hand and knocks on the door. “Are you showered? Open the door. I have your clothes.”
The bathroom door opens a little bit. Qilu shoves the clothes through the gap. He then retires to the leather sofa and lights up a cigarette.