Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Han Qilu stares deeply into An Chenchuan’s eyes. He lets out snort. “Whatever.”
An Chenchuan shoots a chilly look at Han Qilu as he watches his back disappear down the steps. Chenchuan’s head is a mess. He thought Qilu would be angry with him on the spot. Instead, he was relatively cold and indifferent.
Is he wrong in his assumption that Han Qilu likes An Chuxia?
It’s undoubtedly good news for him if he’s wrong. Therefore, there’s nothing stopping him, right?
“An Chuxia, feel free to stop by often and play here,” An Yishan kindly states. However, she thinks he should be ashamed
about his invite. He is willing to be her father to be in good graces with Han Liuhai. If he knew she is his biological daughter, would he still treat her this way?
He just might immediately push her away.
“I will accompany her so she will play here frequently.” Han Qilu takes a step toward An Chuxia and puts his arm around her shoulder. “Isn’t that right, my fiancée?”
He is deliberately distracting An Chuxia so she won’t fixate on An Yishan. Like a stupid piece of wood, she doesn’t answer An Yishan’s words.
Upon hearing the sound of Han Qilu’s voice, An Chuxia recovers. Turning to Han Qilu with grateful eyes,
eyes, she finds her voice and says, “Sorry, foster father, I’ll do what I’m told.”
She specifically uses the word ‘father’ bitterly with a particularly heavy tone.
An Yishan is oblivious to her double entendre. He smiles and turns around and wishes Liuhai farewell. They were back at the Korean mansion by nine o’clock. The dinner they just attended was really long.
“You have returned?” Steward Han stands at the gate, waiting to greet them as they drive in. He’s been working for the Hans for 40 years. He was 10 when he first stood in front of the Han’s door.
It can be said he, as a guardinan, watched Han Qilu grow.
“Steward Han.” An Chuxia gets out of the car. “Where did you put my books and papers?”
He bows for a few seconds before happily replying, “I have placed them in your room; on the desk.”
She nods and runs through the gravel road to the hall. The hall is dim, the huge crystal chandelier lights up the hall even without daylight. She had just come up the stairs when she hears a sound from Han Qilu’s door.
“An Chuxia, will you please come to my room?” As she turns and looks, Han Qilu is sitting on the sofa, eating fruit.
Strange, why would he want her in his room? An Chuxia disregards his order. She his order. She should go back to her room and focus on what she’s supposed to teach in class tomorrow.
“Yeah! Nine!” Jiang Yuan yells like she is in a charity auction. Han Liuhai helps her in the house and up the steps. She drank more than a mouthful of red wine and she has become noisy.
“You should not write today. Go back to the room and sleep. Otherwise, tomorrow, you’d wish you were dead.” Han Liuhai persuades Jiang Yuan.
Han Liuhai was about to turn in but he sees Han Qilu sitting, eating an apple. He goes to his son and deliberately sits next to him. “Why was Chuxia acting strangely?”