Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
An Chuxia doesn’t know, and she may never know what prompted Han Qilu to call her, but as spectators, we have a right to know what happened, what suddenly made him nervous to lose his patience.
“Master Han, for being someone so young, (your business acumen) is very admirable. I hope we can do business with you again.”
“Naturally,” Han Qilu says humbly as he smiles and shakes hands with the president of the company who just signed a deal with them. Han Qilu regards himself as an invincible beast who can be a fierce rival, but is respected and one who is trustworthy to deal with again.
Once he sits in the town car, Qilu’s driver hesitates, then, turns. Qilu is reviewing the contract on his tablet. “Master, do you want to return directly to the hotel, or do you want to walk around?”
He freezes, looking up from the computer tablet and out through the car windows… .
Tall buildings, crowded, but not too noisy sidewalks, trees planted on them… The scene is strange, but familiar. There are people lining the sidewalks, as well as trees. But then he sees a girl at the corner of the street, come to contact with her lover with a kiss.
Emotions flash through his eyes before they turn black like the night. He can’t help but harden his heart.
“Back to the hotel.” He points toward the road with his lips. He hangs his head, finding a comfortable position to start working again. He came here not for her, but for work. Dreaming about roaming around with her… pure nonsense!
Since the Han Group is an international industry, it’s natural for them to have a branch in the United States. The driver takes him to one of the Han’s glamorous hotels. Any of these buildings are at his disposal.
After a short ten-minute drive, the car stops in front of a posh facility. With the rented rooms just twenty floors high, the hotel seems insignificant. A group of bodyguards surround him as he walks toward his exclusive elevator. The lift takes him up slowly to the highest level: the 27th floor.
The elevator doors open slowly. He takes a step when he is met by someone.
Slightly curled, pale purple hair catches his eye. The woman is dressed in a light blue, extremely low cut evening dress. In one hand is a diamond, limited edition bag, while the other clutches a phone. She impatiently spits, “I told you several times today, don’t call me. I’m meeting someone important.”
He doesn’t know what was said, but she simply hangs up the phone. She turns around and her eyes crash into Han Qilu’s gaze.
Caught by surprise, she slowly smiles. It is Xiang Mankuai.
She knew Han Qilu is in the US, and was residing here, so she waited for him to arrive. While waiting, she strolled the hallway back and forth until he returned.
At that moment, her lips move. She doesn’t know what to say. Transparent liquid falls from her eyes. They’re tears.
“Qilu… .” Missing him all these years, her feelings started overwhelming her. She still wants him. Granted, she collects any news about him. And even if she’s loved by masses, she still feels lonely without him.
Finally, she has joined him… .
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
An Chuxia doesn’t know, and she may never know what prompted Han Qilu to call her, but as spectators, we have a right to know what happened, what suddenly made him nervous to lose his patience.
“Master Han, for being someone so young, (your business acumen) is very admirable. I hope we can do business with you again.”
“Naturally,” Han Qilu says humbly as he smiles and shakes hands with the president of the company who just signed a deal with them. Han Qilu regards himself as an invincible beast who can be a fierce rival, but is respected and one who is trustworthy to deal with again.
Once he sits in the town car, Qilu’s driver hesitates, then, turns. Qilu is reviewing the contract on his tablet. “Master, do you want to return directly to the hotel, or do you want to walk around?”
He freezes, looking up from the computer tablet and out through the car windows… .
Tall buildings, crowded, but not too noisy sidewalks, trees planted on them… The scene is strange, but familiar. There are people lining the sidewalks, as well as trees. But then he sees a girl at the corner of the street, come to contact with her lover with a kiss.
Emotions flash through his eyes before they turn black like the night. He can’t help but harden his heart.
“Back to the hotel.” He points toward the road with his lips. He hangs his head, finding a comfortable position to start working again. He came here not for her, but for work. Dreaming about roaming around with her… pure nonsense!
Since the Han Group is an international industry, it’s natural for them to have a branch in the United States. The driver takes him to one of the Han’s glamorous hotels. Any of these buildings are at his disposal.
After a short ten-minute drive, the car stops in front of a posh facility. With the rented rooms just twenty floors high, the hotel seems insignificant. A group of bodyguards surround him as he walks toward his exclusive elevator. The lift takes him up slowly to the highest level: the 27th floor.
The elevator doors open slowly. He takes a step when he is met by someone.
Slightly curled, pale purple hair catches his eye. The woman is dressed in a light blue, extremely low cut evening dress. In one hand is a diamond, limited edition bag, while the other clutches a phone. She impatiently spits, “I told you several times today, don’t call me. I’m meeting someone important.”
He doesn’t know what was said, but she simply hangs up the phone. She turns around and her eyes crash into Han Qilu’s gaze.
Caught by surprise, she slowly smiles. It is Xiang Mankuai.
She knew Han Qilu is in the US, and was residing here, so she waited for him to arrive. While waiting, she strolled the hallway back and forth until he returned.
At that moment, her lips move. She doesn’t know what to say. Transparent liquid falls from her eyes. They’re tears.
“Qilu… .” Missing him all these years, her feelings started overwhelming her. She still wants him. Granted, she collects any news about him. And even if she’s loved by masses, she still feels lonely without him.
Finally, she has joined him… .
