Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
T/L: see the gods- be enlightened/gain knowledge
Han Qilu takes a bite of his apple and swallows it before answering his father. “I have nothing to say.”
Liuhai is elated he got something out from Han Qilu. He, too, takes an apple and bites it. He says vaguely, “An Yishan is the man who abandoned An Chuxia and her mother?”
Since his father inferred correctly, Qilu doesn’t deny it. He throws away the apple core and takes a napkin to wipe his mouth.
“Yes, but you better pretend to know nothing,” he warns before throwing the
napkin into the trash. Qilu stands up and walks away.
Han Liuhai frowns. If An Yishan is a person who abandons his wife and child, then he’s a person without credibility. He can’t completely trust him with such an important project. But now that An Chuxia truly knows her lineage, Liuhai can’t simply watch Yishan fail.
Perhaps, for the time being, it is best to feign ignorance.
An Chuxia sits on her desk under the bright light. With a red pen, she draws a line and writes down the focus. On the other side, endorsement. She draws out a plan as to how to teach to a
a level where everyone can understand her.
Some of the students don’t do well with lectures. She needs to think outside the traditional method of reviewing. Otherwise, inefficiency will slow them down.
“What are the exams to die, I want to go home, do my dream…,” her phone’s ringtone plays. Hearing it gives her a headache. Jiang Yuan chose this ringtone. She wants to change it but she doesn’t know where to download one that would fit her personality. She is convinced if a teacher hears it, she will be killed, right?
Her eyes stay glued to the textbook. She didn’t look at the caller ID before pressing the
pressing the answer key. Han Qilu’s voice booms in anger. “An Chuxia, do you want to die?!”
What fool would want to die?! An Chuxia grimaces and decides not to tell him her thoughts. “What is it?”
“What’s the matter?” The voice sounds distracted.
“Well, what’s the matter?” She puts the pen down and impatiently repeats his question.
Han Qilu takes a deep breath to calm himself. He suppresses his urge to smash his phone on impulse. “I asked you to come to my room so I can listen to you talk about your problem.”
Memories of the moment she spent alone with Han Qilu suddenly fills her head. She realizes he’s She realizes he’s the devil and the memories they share are hard to forget!
“Well, I’m sorry. I was reading a book, and I started to see the gods. I couldn’t remember what I should be thinking now.” She knows this time is not the time to talk about what just transpired. The issue won’t solve itself overnight.
“The young master is not used to talking about things.” Then, he simply hangs up the phone.
Suddenly, she couldn’t hear a voice on the other end. She looks at her phone screen. He hung up her!
After packing up her things, she slowly walks to Han Qilu’s room.