Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
“Focus. What did you say?” Han Qilu shoots him a piercing glance. A thin layer of sweat coats his palm.
“Lao Chen said that he didn’t take the young mistress to the College, but he drove her to the airport.”
“What did you say?!” Han Qilu squints at him before looking around again. He doesn’t see Lao Chen or An Chuxia. His expression rapidly changes. It darkens. He steps off the ramp. Once the young master steps on the tarmac, the housekeeper kneels and shouts on impulse, “Long Live the Queen!”
Han Qilu walks over to the butler who is flashing him a dry smile. “I didn’t want to tell you about Lao Chen’s call because he’s afraid he took her to the wrong airport, the larger one not far from here… .”
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?!” Han Qilu wrinkles his brow, upset at the steward. He quickly gets into the car and instructs the driver to pull away. In three seconds, the car disappears from the crowd’s sight.
The steward was slow to respond because he was scared. He then runs after the car as he reacts. “Eh! Eh! Eh! That’s my car!” He flags down a car passing by.
“Hello, sir,” Steward Han says with a placating smile. “Would you mind selling your car?”
The owner is at a loss for words. He looks at steward Han and judges him by his clothes… It’s obvious he’s from a family of wealth. Now, his mind is mentally calculating an abacus. After a few seconds… .
“But this is a good car. Although it’s been driven a lot, it performs well… .“ [A few thousand words have been omitted because the owner is boasting how good his car is, which is obviously his tactic to minimize his loss by gaining maximum benefit.]
Of course, steward Han is not a fool, but his inherent upbringing tells him that he can’t be angry at the calculating man.
So he stands there, smiling; listening to the young man’s boasting. After almost half an hour, he becomes impatient… [Nima, people are still waiting to see the young master meet up with his soulmate. It would make a good scene!!!]
“Well, sir,” Steward Han says politely. “You can say this is the price one pays for such an opportunity.”
At first glance, the broken Volkswagen looks like it’s worth five or six million; a month’s salary can buy a dozen of these used vehicles. But right now, it’s worth it for him to get to the airport.
Steward Han looks up at him, half smiling. However, after the look the man gave him, he tries to hide his laughter. Suddenly, the owner of the car is angry.
“What? You think having money is all that great? I told you! What I meant is, it’s not all about the money. I just… .”
“Okay, this is my master’s card. Please take it.” The butler didn’t know when Xiao Xia arrived, but she conjures a 24K gold business card. When the man stares at steward Han, confused, Xiao Xia innocently adds, “Sir, I would like to see xiaonainai arrive at the airport.”
The driver doesn’t want to take the card, but the golden business card catches his attention. He takes it and glances back at the butler. “Is this pure gold?”
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
“Focus. What did you say?” Han Qilu shoots him a piercing glance. A thin layer of sweat coats his palm.
“Lao Chen said that he didn’t take the young mistress to the College, but he drove her to the airport.”
“What did you say?!” Han Qilu squints at him before looking around again. He doesn’t see Lao Chen or An Chuxia. His expression rapidly changes. It darkens. He steps off the ramp. Once the young master steps on the tarmac, the housekeeper kneels and shouts on impulse, “Long Live the Queen!”
Han Qilu walks over to the butler who is flashing him a dry smile. “I didn’t want to tell you about Lao Chen’s call because he’s afraid he took her to the wrong airport, the larger one not far from here… .”
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?!” Han Qilu wrinkles his brow, upset at the steward. He quickly gets into the car and instructs the driver to pull away. In three seconds, the car disappears from the crowd’s sight.
The steward was slow to respond because he was scared. He then runs after the car as he reacts. “Eh! Eh! Eh! That’s my car!” He flags down a car passing by.
“Hello, sir,” Steward Han says with a placating smile. “Would you mind selling your car?”
The owner is at a loss for words. He looks at steward Han and judges him by his clothes… It’s obvious he’s from a family of wealth. Now, his mind is mentally calculating an abacus. After a few seconds… .
“But this is a good car. Although it’s been driven a lot, it performs well… .“ [A few thousand words have been omitted because the owner is boasting how good his car is, which is obviously his tactic to minimize his loss by gaining maximum benefit.]
Of course, steward Han is not a fool, but his inherent upbringing tells him that he can’t be angry at the calculating man.
So he stands there, smiling; listening to the young man’s boasting. After almost half an hour, he becomes impatient… [Nima, people are still waiting to see the young master meet up with his soulmate. It would make a good scene!!!]
“Well, sir,” Steward Han says politely. “You can say this is the price one pays for such an opportunity.”
At first glance, the broken Volkswagen looks like it’s worth five or six million; a month’s salary can buy a dozen of these used vehicles. But right now, it’s worth it for him to get to the airport.
Steward Han looks up at him, half smiling. However, after the look the man gave him, he tries to hide his laughter. Suddenly, the owner of the car is angry.
“What? You think having money is all that great? I told you! What I meant is, it’s not all about the money. I just… .”
“Okay, this is my master’s card. Please take it.” The butler didn’t know when Xiao Xia arrived, but she conjures a 24K gold business card. When the man stares at steward Han, confused, Xiao Xia innocently adds, “Sir, I would like to see xiaonainai arrive at the airport.”
The driver doesn’t want to take the card, but the golden business card catches his attention. He takes it and glances back at the butler. “Is this pure gold?”
