Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
A black line crosses An Chuxia’s face as she listens to him… diarrhea is diarrhea.
She can’t tell him she has loose bowels; she just wants to fill her stomach!
Since the lie has already reached the sky, she might as well bite the bullet and ride with it. “Ah, thank you. You didn’t have to. Extend my thanks to your father and mother.”
“Okay. Hang up and go to bed.”
“Hmmm.” She puckers her lips after she says thanks and hangs up. She sighs, and her stomach registers its discontent by making a ‘clucking’ sound. Is she going to die after skipping a meal?
She scolds herself internally before grabbing her phone and walking out of the room. She realizes the phone is showing several missed calls from Jiang Yuan.
The large lamps that usually casts light on the long hallway have been turned off. But a meter away, a pale yellow light emits from the small lamp; its light is enough to show her the way.
She has walked these halls a hundred times with the lights off. But today, a trace of white light emerges from Jiang Yuan’s writing room door. In order not to attract attention, she leaves the light off, using her phone screen to light her path.
Suddenly, her phone screen flashes. It looks like Han Qilu is calling from his flight. Shouldn’t this be an overseas call? She knows these kind of calls end up becoming expensive phone bills… .
With that in mind, she presses the answer key. [Let that son-of-a-bitch pay for the bill===]
“What are you doing?” He seems very tired, but he’s trying not to be obvious. She can hear it in his voice. Was he in a meeting? He has to be fatigues, right?
“I’m… .” Can I tell him to call me back after I rummage for food in the kitchen? Wouldn’t that be shameless? She curls her lip and decides to avoid the question. “I’m watching YouTube.”
She opens a cupboard and sees it’s empty. She was about to close the door, at which point she hears him faintly say, “I miss you. What should I do?”
This dubious statement is exaggerated to the point that she doesn’t know why Han Qilu would say it so matter-of-factly. It’s a declarative sentence, like he’s discussing the weather in general.
But even so, her heart is shamelessly beating out of control. Her hand slips from the cupboard handle, but unconsciously remains stiff.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” In the US, Han Qilu is currently holding his phone in one hand, while holding a glass of red wine in the other. A faint glow from the hotel’s crystal chandeliers reflects on the goblet’s surface.
He stands in front of the French window, watching the bustling street below him. The bright lights and the hustle and bustle seem to have nothing to do with him.
An Chuxia finally shuts the cupboard door and squats. With Han Qilu talking for a long time, her resistance (towards him) is getting significantly better. Their mood [toward each other] may be jarring, but he definitely doesn’t make life dull.
“What do you want me to say?” She frowns, trying to decide if she wants to eat. “What do you want me to say to you, Mr. Han Qilu?”
“Say it.”
She goes to another cupboard located at the right hand side of the cabinet and finds pots and pans. However, she still can’t find anything to fill her belly.
“Basa Li has left your home.” She takes a deep breath. She stands up and looks around. With the moonlight coming through the kitchen window, she can faintly see the entire kitchen furnishings.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
A black line crosses An Chuxia’s face as she listens to him… diarrhea is diarrhea.
She can’t tell him she has loose bowels; she just wants to fill her stomach!
Since the lie has already reached the sky, she might as well bite the bullet and ride with it. “Ah, thank you. You didn’t have to. Extend my thanks to your father and mother.”
“Okay. Hang up and go to bed.”
“Hmmm.” She puckers her lips after she says thanks and hangs up. She sighs, and her stomach registers its discontent by making a ‘clucking’ sound. Is she going to die after skipping a meal?
She scolds herself internally before grabbing her phone and walking out of the room. She realizes the phone is showing several missed calls from Jiang Yuan.
The large lamps that usually casts light on the long hallway have been turned off. But a meter away, a pale yellow light emits from the small lamp; its light is enough to show her the way.
She has walked these halls a hundred times with the lights off. But today, a trace of white light emerges from Jiang Yuan’s writing room door. In order not to attract attention, she leaves the light off, using her phone screen to light her path.
Suddenly, her phone screen flashes. It looks like Han Qilu is calling from his flight. Shouldn’t this be an overseas call? She knows these kind of calls end up becoming expensive phone bills… .
With that in mind, she presses the answer key. [Let that son-of-a-bitch pay for the bill===]
“What are you doing?” He seems very tired, but he’s trying not to be obvious. She can hear it in his voice. Was he in a meeting? He has to be fatigues, right?
“I’m… .” Can I tell him to call me back after I rummage for food in the kitchen? Wouldn’t that be shameless? She curls her lip and decides to avoid the question. “I’m watching YouTube.”
She opens a cupboard and sees it’s empty. She was about to close the door, at which point she hears him faintly say, “I miss you. What should I do?”
This dubious statement is exaggerated to the point that she doesn’t know why Han Qilu would say it so matter-of-factly. It’s a declarative sentence, like he’s discussing the weather in general.
But even so, her heart is shamelessly beating out of control. Her hand slips from the cupboard handle, but unconsciously remains stiff.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” In the US, Han Qilu is currently holding his phone in one hand, while holding a glass of red wine in the other. A faint glow from the hotel’s crystal chandeliers reflects on the goblet’s surface.
He stands in front of the French window, watching the bustling street below him. The bright lights and the hustle and bustle seem to have nothing to do with him.
An Chuxia finally shuts the cupboard door and squats. With Han Qilu talking for a long time, her resistance (towards him) is getting significantly better. Their mood [toward each other] may be jarring, but he definitely doesn’t make life dull.
“What do you want me to say?” She frowns, trying to decide if she wants to eat. “What do you want me to say to you, Mr. Han Qilu?”
“Say it.”
She goes to another cupboard located at the right hand side of the cabinet and finds pots and pans. However, she still can’t find anything to fill her belly.
“Basa Li has left your home.” She takes a deep breath. She stands up and looks around. With the moonlight coming through the kitchen window, she can faintly see the entire kitchen furnishings.
