Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
“The hallway’s empty… I’ll head out first.” The boy did not think too much. He takes his cell phone from the drawer and runs out of the classroom. Soon, the sound of footsteps disappear. Silence falls around.
“Your beauty is like fireworks, so beautiful…,” An Chenchuan says before his mobile phone rings in vain.
He pulls out the phone from his pocket and presses the answer key. His chauffeur asks if he’s coming to the car. He says he’ll be down soon. He eyes An Chuxia’s desk. He quickly takes out a paper and pen from the drawer and writes a
few words before heading to her seat. He tucks the penned letter in her pen pocket before heading out the classroom.
He braves pursuing his happiness so that when he’s old, he won’t regret his decision.
An Chuxia sits at the table and stares at the steak. She has a headache but she doesn’t dare show it. She smiles at Jiang Yuan and teases, “Ayi, how can you do steak again? If I eat meat everyday, I will become fat!”
Han Liuhai doesn’t come home for lunch often since the commute would take too long. Despite Liuhai being chairman, the last time he’s taken a break was when he was ill.
Yuan chews her steak slowly and says vaguely, “You are so thin. Of course the point of this meal is to fatten you up. You have to be presentable when my son presents you to me.”
She heads to the kitchen cabinet to take out a bag of dog food and a canister filled with milk bone intended for Batian.
“Eh? If you don’t eat now, you won’t have strength when Xiao Xia has a baby, ah?”
Han Qilu has yet to set foot into the dining hall when he hears his mother’s statement. He stiffens and slowly turns to see the contempt in An Chuxia’s eyes.
“With her? She won’t be with child!
with child! Have your menses arrived?” Han Qilu mentions the word like it’s acid on his tongue.
Han Qilu clutches his mouth, laughing, while the four or five servants stood still.
Several servants standing in the hall heard Han Qilu. They clutch their mouths, laughing.
“Do not laugh!” An Chuxia says despondently. Jiang Yuan, however, is angry.
He wipes his hands on his pants. “We haven’t started conceiving a child. I wouldn’t pick An Chuxia when she doesn’t have a body or a face I desire.”
What is it called? Ah… An Chuxia is seeing red. Every single member of this home is a treasure.
“She has a chest so small, she’s like a three-year old. No, three-year old. No, I like my girls big.” Han Qilu sighs at her deficiency.
“Hey!” An Chuxia shoots up from the table. “”We haven’t started conceiving a child? Have your menses arrived?””
As she echoes Han Qilu’s words, she spits out, “My body may not be hot, but my menses… you should be aware when I had it!”
She really laid it this time. He wants to choke her as he grits his teeth. She really is… .
Han Qilu looks at her coldly and turns away. She watches him leave quickly. An Chuxia sits proudly to find a room full of people staring at her.
“Xiao Xia, why would he know when your menses arrive?”