Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
An Chuxia is about to get out, but she suddenly stops. Her fingers are on the door handle.
Ling Hanyu is about to ask her what’s wrong when An Chuxia looks at him with an embarrassed look. She turns to him hesitantly. She should do the sensible thing and get out obediently. However… .
“That… I… Hey!” She sighs.
Ling Hanyu suddenly becomes indifferent to her as she takes a deep breath. “Get out quickly. I want to get home and watch some anime.”
“Hey, hey.” An Chuxia smiles while scratching her head. “I want to say… .”
“I’ll pay you. Now, get out!” His face remains neutral, but An Chuxia can see his lips twitch unconsciously.
Before him, her brazen self has returned. She doesn’t care she’s returned to her true form. “Laoda… .”
“Don’t let me hear you call me that again,” Ling Hanyu challenges. Under the faint moonlight, he looks like an angel. An Chuxia is momentarily stunned and realizes how good-looking he is… in this world, how can she run into so many of them?
“Seen enough yet?” He raises his brow to challenge her again. An Chuxia wonders if all handsome men have the same characteristics.
Chuxia lightly coughs to conceal her embarrassment. “To be honest, your face is ashen.”
“Ah?” Ling Hanyu drops his eyebrow and peers at the rearview mirror while An Chuxia reaches over to rub a spot on his face.
He lifts his eyes to her while An Chuxia slyly looks at him. “Never mind. I can help you clean up. I know I don’t have to but I want to say… I’m not someone who’s money-grubbing… I’m not the greedy kind.”
Ling Hanyu smiles faintly, but his eyes narrow to slits as he tries to judge if An Chuxia is being sarcastic. But she’s just being deprecating.
He wonders: what kind of person isn’t greedy for money? There’s always a reason to be greedy. The love for money is natural, if not forced by life’s circumstances, right?
No one would love money because of money itself. Some love money because they want to buy their dream car. Some, to acquire beauty… she, to be free.
An Chuxia’s expression seems complex. He looks away from her mischievous face, his eyes look forward, past the glass, and looks at the small tree on his line of sight.
“An Chuxia, do you know you’re a lot like Han Qilu?” His abrupt statement scares her. She doesn’t know what to say.
Then, she hears him sigh loudly. “Don’t be stubborn when you need money. I don’t know why you need it, and I don’t want to know. You just need to know… no matter what you want, I’ll give it to you.”
She stares at him with wide eyes. “Why?”
He moves his lips, but his face remains stiff. “Because in my grandmother’s manhua, the protagonist’s name is Chuxia.”
“Because of that?” She’s suddenly confused.
Sure enough, people with money and mere mortals are different. Just because of a name or something, a person will be given what they ask for… .
“Get out.” His brow lifts. “Your ma is coming.”
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
An Chuxia is about to get out, but she suddenly stops. Her fingers are on the door handle.
Ling Hanyu is about to ask her what’s wrong when An Chuxia looks at him with an embarrassed look. She turns to him hesitantly. She should do the sensible thing and get out obediently. However… .
“That… I… Hey!” She sighs.
Ling Hanyu suddenly becomes indifferent to her as she takes a deep breath. “Get out quickly. I want to get home and watch some anime.”
“Hey, hey.” An Chuxia smiles while scratching her head. “I want to say… .”
“I’ll pay you. Now, get out!” His face remains neutral, but An Chuxia can see his lips twitch unconsciously.
Before him, her brazen self has returned. She doesn’t care she’s returned to her true form. “Laoda… .”
“Don’t let me hear you call me that again,” Ling Hanyu challenges. Under the faint moonlight, he looks like an angel. An Chuxia is momentarily stunned and realizes how good-looking he is… in this world, how can she run into so many of them?
“Seen enough yet?” He raises his brow to challenge her again. An Chuxia wonders if all handsome men have the same characteristics.
Chuxia lightly coughs to conceal her embarrassment. “To be honest, your face is ashen.”
“Ah?” Ling Hanyu drops his eyebrow and peers at the rearview mirror while An Chuxia reaches over to rub a spot on his face.
He lifts his eyes to her while An Chuxia slyly looks at him. “Never mind. I can help you clean up. I know I don’t have to but I want to say… I’m not someone who’s money-grubbing… I’m not the greedy kind.”
Ling Hanyu smiles faintly, but his eyes narrow to slits as he tries to judge if An Chuxia is being sarcastic. But she’s just being deprecating.
He wonders: what kind of person isn’t greedy for money? There’s always a reason to be greedy. The love for money is natural, if not forced by life’s circumstances, right?
No one would love money because of money itself. Some love money because they want to buy their dream car. Some, to acquire beauty… she, to be free.
An Chuxia’s expression seems complex. He looks away from her mischievous face, his eyes look forward, past the glass, and looks at the small tree on his line of sight.
“An Chuxia, do you know you’re a lot like Han Qilu?” His abrupt statement scares her. She doesn’t know what to say.
Then, she hears him sigh loudly. “Don’t be stubborn when you need money. I don’t know why you need it, and I don’t want to know. You just need to know… no matter what you want, I’ll give it to you.”
She stares at him with wide eyes. “Why?”
He moves his lips, but his face remains stiff. “Because in my grandmother’s manhua, the protagonist’s name is Chuxia.”
“Because of that?” She’s suddenly confused.
Sure enough, people with money and mere mortals are different. Just because of a name or something, a person will be given what they ask for… .
“Get out.” His brow lifts. “Your ma is coming.”
