Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Did she just say young master Qilu didn’t find An Chuxia-jie? How can he not find her?
Fei Lixiya is on the verge of tears when Han Qilu says faintly, “In the toilet.” To be honest, he thought she would follow him out. He deliberately slowed down, but both security and An Chuxia didn’t emerge. He wants them all to pick up their pace.
If he were to admit An Chuxia is his, he, too, would feel uncertain. Some people are easy to read, but with An Chuxia, it could be anyone’s guess. In the end, what kind of person is she? At that moment, he’s relieved that she is truly safe.
Just as he takes a step down the stairs, he hears Fei Lixiya scream. “An Chuxia-jie!”
The moment he hears her scream, Han Qilu turns and runs back to the toilet. His foul mood is shoved to the back of his head, forgetting what happened. If he paid attention, he would’ve noticed how pale she was. But because of his anger, he deliberately ignored her.
Sure enough, the moment he enters the ladies’ room, he sees Fei Lixiya crouched over An Chuxia’s collapsed form in the bathroom, crying. She is crying, trying to get herself up.
“I’m coming!” Han Qilu closes the gap, and elegantly picks up and Chuxia and cradles her in his arms. She purses her lips, wincing at the pain.
He scoops her up quickly and takes her out of the bathroom. As they pass Kuni, he stops and asks, “Don’t you have a specialist (doctor) at the Ling’s?”
It took Kuni a while to comprehend what Han Qilu was asking. He was about to answer when Han Qilu walks away impatiently with An Chuxia. Quickly, Kuni takes his rope and secures it on the porch railing. The other bodyguards follow suit. Then from the fourth floor, they jump.
Fei Lixiya thought what she saw was strange. She watched several stoic people wearing police uniforms jump all the way down. Her face ashens.
She almost chokes on her own saliva. Are they committing suicide? Then, she gets a hold of her emotions. They just went downstairs in an unorthodox fashion. She didn’t want to think about such morbid things when they stand firmly on Hanyu’s side.
“Actually… .” She doesn’t say a thing. Everyone knows Ling Hanyu’s bodyguards are god-like. But she thinks otherwise. They’re magical! She turns and runs down the stairs. In any case, hovering like a shadow on the fourth floor is really creepy.
“How is she?” Ling Hanyu stands up from the edge of the flower bed. He can see An Chuxia being carried in Han Qilu’s arms. He rushes over to Han Qilu’s side. He carefully glances at An Chuxia. It seems like she’s in a coma.
Hearing his question, Han Qilu’s steps falter before Hanyu. He looks at his friend and says, “If An Chuxia prefers you, will you always be with her and protect her?”
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Did she just say young master Qilu didn’t find An Chuxia-jie? How can he not find her?
Fei Lixiya is on the verge of tears when Han Qilu says faintly, “In the toilet.” To be honest, he thought she would follow him out. He deliberately slowed down, but both security and An Chuxia didn’t emerge. He wants them all to pick up their pace.
If he were to admit An Chuxia is his, he, too, would feel uncertain. Some people are easy to read, but with An Chuxia, it could be anyone’s guess. In the end, what kind of person is she? At that moment, he’s relieved that she is truly safe.
Just as he takes a step down the stairs, he hears Fei Lixiya scream. “An Chuxia-jie!”
The moment he hears her scream, Han Qilu turns and runs back to the toilet. His foul mood is shoved to the back of his head, forgetting what happened. If he paid attention, he would’ve noticed how pale she was. But because of his anger, he deliberately ignored her.
Sure enough, the moment he enters the ladies’ room, he sees Fei Lixiya crouched over An Chuxia’s collapsed form in the bathroom, crying. She is crying, trying to get herself up.
“I’m coming!” Han Qilu closes the gap, and elegantly picks up and Chuxia and cradles her in his arms. She purses her lips, wincing at the pain.
He scoops her up quickly and takes her out of the bathroom. As they pass Kuni, he stops and asks, “Don’t you have a specialist (doctor) at the Ling’s?”
It took Kuni a while to comprehend what Han Qilu was asking. He was about to answer when Han Qilu walks away impatiently with An Chuxia. Quickly, Kuni takes his rope and secures it on the porch railing. The other bodyguards follow suit. Then from the fourth floor, they jump.
Fei Lixiya thought what she saw was strange. She watched several stoic people wearing police uniforms jump all the way down. Her face ashens.
She almost chokes on her own saliva. Are they committing suicide? Then, she gets a hold of her emotions. They just went downstairs in an unorthodox fashion. She didn’t want to think about such morbid things when they stand firmly on Hanyu’s side.
“Actually… .” She doesn’t say a thing. Everyone knows Ling Hanyu’s bodyguards are god-like. But she thinks otherwise. They’re magical! She turns and runs down the stairs. In any case, hovering like a shadow on the fourth floor is really creepy.
“How is she?” Ling Hanyu stands up from the edge of the flower bed. He can see An Chuxia being carried in Han Qilu’s arms. He rushes over to Han Qilu’s side. He carefully glances at An Chuxia. It seems like she’s in a coma.
Hearing his question, Han Qilu’s steps falter before Hanyu. He looks at his friend and says, “If An Chuxia prefers you, will you always be with her and protect her?”
