Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
TN: Sprite- referring to the clear soda made by Coca-Cola
Hang out to dry- means to abandon a friend or someone dependent (on that person) who is in danger
Out of sheer boredom, she reads a few of the comments and signs into QQ. She replies to the message sent to her by the network editor, telling her to read the contract and sign it by tomorrow before classes start.
She looks at the time, and it’s quarter past nine at night when steward Han tells her she has a phone call. This man doesn’t seem to sleep since he says in a loud voice, “Young miss, what do you want me to say?”
Good grief, she almost forgot An Chenchuan’s goods. “Steward Han, do you remember An Chenchuan? He said his family is sending over some gastrointestinal drugs. Were you asleep? I’m sorry to trouble you with those people waiting at the door.”
The butler hesitates, and asks her if she has an upset stomach. She laughs and says that she and the students were pranking each other. The steward doesn’t say anything; he just hangs up the phone.
She refreshes the computer page, and finds another ten pages of comments. The comments are coming in fast, many of them upset about the characters she’s based on Lila and Basa Li. She reads more; her heart bursts with joy.
At the same time, she starts doubting herself. Is her writing really that good? Being one of the bestsellers doesn’t mean there’s a shortage of good stories. She can be easily replaced.
The reason she writes is to make it to the ‘royalties’ column; to get red envelopes and gifts of income reaching upto a thousand yuan… [Truth, like fiction, will pass… as long as it’s done with conviction.]
Buzz Buzz
Suddenly, the doorbell rings. With a good mood, she puts the mouse down, before walking out like a madwoman. She is blindsided the moment she opens the door.
Steward Han stands before her, throwing an ambiguous gaze toward Jiang Yuan. Then, she looks down the corridor and sees the Han servants, holding different trays of food.
This… she’s completely dumbfounded. Did Jiang Yuan find her rummaging in the kitchen looking for food before running up the stairs with the two apples? Impossible….
Then, is it… .
“What is this?” She dare not ask as she looks at Jiang Yuan.
With another mysterious smile she says, “Ah, An Chuxia, why didn’t you tell mommy you were hungry? Why did I have to hear from Qilu in the United States that he woke up chefs from the hotel to cook a midnight snack for you? How am I supposed to settle this account?”
An Chuxia is terrified and confused. Despite Jiang Yuang looking displeased, her expression doesn’t reflect the brilliant smile behind her eyes.
Needless to say, Jiang Yuan is leaving Qilu to hang out to dry.
But why… Chuxia looks at the delicious food. Not only does she want to devour it, but she thinks it looks so good, shouldn’t it be on a TV ad?
Sprite, soothe the soaring heart!
“I have to take this into account,” Jiang Yuan commands while laughing. “Xiao An Chuxia, it’s good to fatten you up. This way, you can give me a fat grandson! \(^ o ^) / ~!”
An Chuxia starts sweating a black line.
Really… soothe this heart….
As Jiang Yuan’s eyes light up, she pinches food from one of the trays and pops it in her mouth.
A flash of ten thousand lights burst in eyes. Delicious!!! Everyone must die. The devil must die before she dies. Right now, An Chuxia should try resolving her food and clothing problem before he returns for her to kill him.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
TN: Sprite- referring to the clear soda made by Coca-Cola
Hang out to dry- means to abandon a friend or someone dependent (on that person) who is in danger
Out of sheer boredom, she reads a few of the comments and signs into QQ. She replies to the message sent to her by the network editor, telling her to read the contract and sign it by tomorrow before classes start.
She looks at the time, and it’s quarter past nine at night when steward Han tells her she has a phone call. This man doesn’t seem to sleep since he says in a loud voice, “Young miss, what do you want me to say?”
Good grief, she almost forgot An Chenchuan’s goods. “Steward Han, do you remember An Chenchuan? He said his family is sending over some gastrointestinal drugs. Were you asleep? I’m sorry to trouble you with those people waiting at the door.”
The butler hesitates, and asks her if she has an upset stomach. She laughs and says that she and the students were pranking each other. The steward doesn’t say anything; he just hangs up the phone.
She refreshes the computer page, and finds another ten pages of comments. The comments are coming in fast, many of them upset about the characters she’s based on Lila and Basa Li. She reads more; her heart bursts with joy.
At the same time, she starts doubting herself. Is her writing really that good? Being one of the bestsellers doesn’t mean there’s a shortage of good stories. She can be easily replaced.
The reason she writes is to make it to the ‘royalties’ column; to get red envelopes and gifts of income reaching upto a thousand yuan… [Truth, like fiction, will pass… as long as it’s done with conviction.]
Buzz Buzz
Suddenly, the doorbell rings. With a good mood, she puts the mouse down, before walking out like a madwoman. She is blindsided the moment she opens the door.
Steward Han stands before her, throwing an ambiguous gaze toward Jiang Yuan. Then, she looks down the corridor and sees the Han servants, holding different trays of food.
This… she’s completely dumbfounded. Did Jiang Yuan find her rummaging in the kitchen looking for food before running up the stairs with the two apples? Impossible….
Then, is it… .
“What is this?” She dare not ask as she looks at Jiang Yuan.
With another mysterious smile she says, “Ah, An Chuxia, why didn’t you tell mommy you were hungry? Why did I have to hear from Qilu in the United States that he woke up chefs from the hotel to cook a midnight snack for you? How am I supposed to settle this account?”
An Chuxia is terrified and confused. Despite Jiang Yuang looking displeased, her expression doesn’t reflect the brilliant smile behind her eyes.
Needless to say, Jiang Yuan is leaving Qilu to hang out to dry.
But why… Chuxia looks at the delicious food. Not only does she want to devour it, but she thinks it looks so good, shouldn’t it be on a TV ad?
Sprite, soothe the soaring heart!
“I have to take this into account,” Jiang Yuan commands while laughing. “Xiao An Chuxia, it’s good to fatten you up. This way, you can give me a fat grandson! \(^ o ^) / ~!”
An Chuxia starts sweating a black line.
Really… soothe this heart….
As Jiang Yuan’s eyes light up, she pinches food from one of the trays and pops it in her mouth.
A flash of ten thousand lights burst in eyes. Delicious!!! Everyone must die. The devil must die before she dies. Right now, An Chuxia should try resolving her food and clothing problem before he returns for her to kill him.
