Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
负荆请罪 (fujingqingzui) – idiom: to bring a bramble and ask for punishment; offer a humble apology
大叔 (dashu) – uncle/eldest of father’s younger brothers
“I bring a bramble and ask for punishment!!!” An Chuxia swears as her small, sky-blue backpack goes thump thump as she runs out of the hall. She runs all the way up to the gated pavement.
“Miss!” The car door is already open to take An Chuxia to school.
She takes one step before looking at the driver. “Go to the airport!”
Afraid that she didn’t make herself clear, she adds: “The one Han Qilu will be flying from.”
Dashu driver is sweating a black line… Where Han Qilu is taking off from? He doesn’t have the skill to find where the Master is taking off from. He wants to laugh, but he chokes it when he sees the anxious look on the master’s future mistress. “Yes, miss!” He turns back around and starts the engine, sending the black car out in high speed… .
“Han Qilu, why did you have to fly so soon!” She wrings her hands nervously. Frowning, she wants to explain this time. The urge to say sorry is strong.
It must be very important to collaborate in person when you’re dealing in the US, right? But he hurried back just because of a photo… and she accused him of having someone spy on her.
In addition to being truly regretful, saying she isn’t moved at all is definitely false.
Only ten minutes have passed, but it feels like centuries have passed. Just then, the driver says, “Miss, come.” Dashu driver just hears the sound of the door rapidly opening and closing. Then, he hears An Chuxia’s voice: “Dashu, jiayou!”
The driver shrugs. He didn’t tell An Chuxia where the master’s private jet sits… .
Raising his hand, the driver quickly calls steward Han. “Lao Chen, what’s happening?”
Lao Chen looks around before talking again. “Steward Han, ah, Miss Chuxia asked me to take her to the airport to see the young master, but I didn’t tell her where his private jet is. But this is a small airport, and she saw the plane and ran out to meet it so it won’t fly away. What do you want me to do?”
“What?” Steward Han’s voice trembles in excitement.
“Yes,… what’s wrong? Should I park the car and go after her?” Lao Chen asks hesitatingly.
Steward Han hurriedly answers, “Don’t you dare leave the car. Otherwise, you will be fired. Don’t move!!!”
Lao Chen better not be a hindrance to steward Han. The driver hangs up the phone, head filled with doubt. He doesn’t move, fearing he’d be fired.
“Who called, steward Han?” Han Qilu asks. His chin juts out, looking haggard. However, his mature appearance makes girls’ heads turn as they pass through the small airport. In their eyes, Han Qilu glances at them, and makes them blush.
“Master! Don’t go!” Steward Han proudly gives him the phone. “The mistress… she’s here at the airport!”
Upon hearing his words, Han Qilu freezes. Then, he scans around the area. When he doesn’t see her, his eyes narrow. They are angry, and leopard-like terrifying.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
负荆请罪 (fujingqingzui) – idiom: to bring a bramble and ask for punishment; offer a humble apology
大叔 (dashu) – uncle/eldest of father’s younger brothers
“I bring a bramble and ask for punishment!!!” An Chuxia swears as her small, sky-blue backpack goes thump thump as she runs out of the hall. She runs all the way up to the gated pavement.
“Miss!” The car door is already open to take An Chuxia to school.
She takes one step before looking at the driver. “Go to the airport!”
Afraid that she didn’t make herself clear, she adds: “The one Han Qilu will be flying from.”
Dashu driver is sweating a black line… Where Han Qilu is taking off from? He doesn’t have the skill to find where the Master is taking off from. He wants to laugh, but he chokes it when he sees the anxious look on the master’s future mistress. “Yes, miss!” He turns back around and starts the engine, sending the black car out in high speed… .
“Han Qilu, why did you have to fly so soon!” She wrings her hands nervously. Frowning, she wants to explain this time. The urge to say sorry is strong.
It must be very important to collaborate in person when you’re dealing in the US, right? But he hurried back just because of a photo… and she accused him of having someone spy on her.
In addition to being truly regretful, saying she isn’t moved at all is definitely false.
Only ten minutes have passed, but it feels like centuries have passed. Just then, the driver says, “Miss, come.” Dashu driver just hears the sound of the door rapidly opening and closing. Then, he hears An Chuxia’s voice: “Dashu, jiayou!”
The driver shrugs. He didn’t tell An Chuxia where the master’s private jet sits… .
Raising his hand, the driver quickly calls steward Han. “Lao Chen, what’s happening?”
Lao Chen looks around before talking again. “Steward Han, ah, Miss Chuxia asked me to take her to the airport to see the young master, but I didn’t tell her where his private jet is. But this is a small airport, and she saw the plane and ran out to meet it so it won’t fly away. What do you want me to do?”
“What?” Steward Han’s voice trembles in excitement.
“Yes,… what’s wrong? Should I park the car and go after her?” Lao Chen asks hesitatingly.
Steward Han hurriedly answers, “Don’t you dare leave the car. Otherwise, you will be fired. Don’t move!!!”
Lao Chen better not be a hindrance to steward Han. The driver hangs up the phone, head filled with doubt. He doesn’t move, fearing he’d be fired.
“Who called, steward Han?” Han Qilu asks. His chin juts out, looking haggard. However, his mature appearance makes girls’ heads turn as they pass through the small airport. In their eyes, Han Qilu glances at them, and makes them blush.
“Master! Don’t go!” Steward Han proudly gives him the phone. “The mistress… she’s here at the airport!”
Upon hearing his words, Han Qilu freezes. Then, he scans around the area. When he doesn’t see her, his eyes narrow. They are angry, and leopard-like terrifying.
