She asks her heart again, and she finds out she doesn’t hate An Chenchuan. She could hear her mother say, if one day, she gets to see her father and his existing family members, have a peaceful heart. That means she shouldn’t hate him, right?
“No, I don’t hate him.” Her tone is sure; no trace of doubt.
“Oh?” She doesn’t notice Han Qilu’s eyes getting cold. “Does that mean you like him?”
An Chuxia didn’t like the disdain in his voice. “Just because I don’t hate him doesn’t mean I like him. If you’re bored, go play with your toys. Do something else other than bother me. I
have no need to talk to you anymore.”
She gets up and leaves and he doesn’t stop her. But a cold smile touches his lips.
They have never been good or friendly to each other from the very beginning. He looks up and realizes the goblet of red wine is drained. He looks forward to seeing how the boy would chase his sister.
An Chuxia is relieved the moment she leaves Han Qilu’s room. She was impulsive… but she can’t help but be impulsive. Sighing, she suddenly remembers Jiang Yuan. She goes to her studio in search of her.
Jiang Yuan has a special writing room. It’s where she stores all her research. She has
has her published books, a computer, printer, and fax machine. Everything that’s in the room is related to writing.
She sees light emitting from under the door. Jiang Yuan should be inside.
An Chuxia raises her knuckle to rap on the door. She hears no movement. Is she not around?
Just as she is about to call her, she hears Jiang Yuan behind her. “Huh, Xiao Xia, what are you doing here?”
An Chuxia sees her carrying a cup of coffee. She is known to like the beverage. She looks up at Jiang Yuan’s inquisitive look as she sips her beverage. “Ayi, I came to you to explain what just happened… .”
Jiang Yuan immediately takes Chuxia’s
takes Chuxia’s hand while the other carries the coffee. She pulls Chuxia into the writing room. Jiang Yuan looks for a chair for her to sit down. “You don’t have to explain! I am your mommy and I am not the kind who thinks of feudal relations. I am a romance novelist, you know? I hope my salutations are not too late… That’s not it… I mean… I won’t blame you.”
What? An Chuxia says to herself incredulously.
Jiang Yuan puts the coffee cup next to her computer before swinging her chair close to Chuxia. “Xiao Xia, when you’re doing it for the first time… it might be very painful. Oh, and it’s best if it’s best if you’re lying down.”
Mortified, An Chuxia stands up and wants to rush to Han Qilu’s room. An Chuxia quickly says, “Ayi, you really misunderstood! I fell off the bed and when Qilu finished bathing, he tried to break my fall and ended up tearing my nightgown, and his bath towel fell off… in the process.”
After An Chuxia’s explanation, Jiang Yuan is silent. It seems like she’s trying to comprehend what she just heard. After a long pause, Jiang Yuan looks An Chuxia in they eyes and asks softly, “You mean, nothing happened between you and Han Qilu?”
Thank goodness, she finally understood. An Chuxia is finally relieved to say, “Of course not!”