Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
In contrast, An Chuxia’s attitude toward the housekeeper has been more direct. Full of contempt, she sneers at the car owner. “Don’t you comprehend chemistry? There isn’t an element that’s completely pure. Gold can only reach its highest purity at 99.99, right? I recommend you do your research. The business card is not solid gold. Take a look at the words at the top, since it says it.”
The car owner may be insulted with An Chuxia, but he looks down at the card, and reads the words carefully.
[Chairman Han Liuhai, Han Group]
The car owner flicks the card before looking back at steward Han. “You, you, you… you are Chairman Han Liuhai, the legendary business tycoon?”
The housekeeper puts on a crooked, but polite smile. “You’re mistaken. I am the Han’s housekeeper. Everyone calls me steward Han.”
The man’s eyes turn hazy, and then, he starts feeling faint… .
“Are you going to faint?” An Chuxia attempts to step forward to see if he’ll actually faint, but steward Han stops her with one look of his eyes. Steward Han asks the staff to take the car owner to the hospital, just in case. “So, what’s happening to your young master and the young mistress?”
“You just jogged this old man’s memory!” Steward Han pats the man on the head. “They should be at the big airport. We should check up on them… .”
—————————- O (∩_∩) O ~ I love this cute dividing line —————————
As An Chuxia scans the crowds, she realizes for the first time that life is rude. Even at her mother’s death, when she felt so powerless and alone, she still didn’t feel it, because she still felt her mother’s love and that she was beside her.
But now…
She bites her lower lip. A sour feeling rises up her nose. She raises her chin, her eyes start tearing up.
Han Qilu, where are you? You won’t leave, would you?
I didn’t mean to misunderstand you.
Don’t go, okay? Don’t leave me!
Tears quietly fall no matter how much she tried to hold them back. How could she stop them from falling when she is trying to find Qilu? She has always felt very strong; strong enough not to need tears. Now, she realizes that all along she has been pretending to be strong.
Her persona is filled with thorns, keeping everyone at bay because she’s afraid of getting hurt.
When her mother died, she moved to the Hans, and met Qilu. Although he was awful, he was always there for her whenever she needed help. He was there when she was at her lowest point, or had the most embarrassing moments.
Demon, don’t leave, okay? If I ever tell him he was an angel who has lost his wings, and she’s fallen in love with him, she wouldn’t believe it. Wouldn’t that be sad?
An Chuxia is so distracted, she walks aimlessly down the airport corridors. When she sees a familiar figure from behind, she runs over to the person and pulls him. The person is probably confused, perhaps, angry or filled with contempt. Or maybe amazed… of course, none of them know she’s searching for Han Qilu.
Shortly after that, she becomes weary, the halls feel like they’re getting huge. People come and go, turning into silhouettes with different facial expressions. Her head begins to whirl.
Unable to stand, she squats and clasps her hand. She brings her head to her knees, trying hard not to burst into tears.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
In contrast, An Chuxia’s attitude toward the housekeeper has been more direct. Full of contempt, she sneers at the car owner. “Don’t you comprehend chemistry? There isn’t an element that’s completely pure. Gold can only reach its highest purity at 99.99, right? I recommend you do your research. The business card is not solid gold. Take a look at the words at the top, since it says it.”
The car owner may be insulted with An Chuxia, but he looks down at the card, and reads the words carefully.
[Chairman Han Liuhai, Han Group]
The car owner flicks the card before looking back at steward Han. “You, you, you… you are Chairman Han Liuhai, the legendary business tycoon?”
The housekeeper puts on a crooked, but polite smile. “You’re mistaken. I am the Han’s housekeeper. Everyone calls me steward Han.”
The man’s eyes turn hazy, and then, he starts feeling faint… .
“Are you going to faint?” An Chuxia attempts to step forward to see if he’ll actually faint, but steward Han stops her with one look of his eyes. Steward Han asks the staff to take the car owner to the hospital, just in case. “So, what’s happening to your young master and the young mistress?”
“You just jogged this old man’s memory!” Steward Han pats the man on the head. “They should be at the big airport. We should check up on them… .”
—————————- O (∩_∩) O ~ I love this cute dividing line —————————
As An Chuxia scans the crowds, she realizes for the first time that life is rude. Even at her mother’s death, when she felt so powerless and alone, she still didn’t feel it, because she still felt her mother’s love and that she was beside her.
But now…
She bites her lower lip. A sour feeling rises up her nose. She raises her chin, her eyes start tearing up.
Han Qilu, where are you? You won’t leave, would you?
I didn’t mean to misunderstand you.
Don’t go, okay? Don’t leave me!
Tears quietly fall no matter how much she tried to hold them back. How could she stop them from falling when she is trying to find Qilu? She has always felt very strong; strong enough not to need tears. Now, she realizes that all along she has been pretending to be strong.
Her persona is filled with thorns, keeping everyone at bay because she’s afraid of getting hurt.
When her mother died, she moved to the Hans, and met Qilu. Although he was awful, he was always there for her whenever she needed help. He was there when she was at her lowest point, or had the most embarrassing moments.
Demon, don’t leave, okay? If I ever tell him he was an angel who has lost his wings, and she’s fallen in love with him, she wouldn’t believe it. Wouldn’t that be sad?
An Chuxia is so distracted, she walks aimlessly down the airport corridors. When she sees a familiar figure from behind, she runs over to the person and pulls him. The person is probably confused, perhaps, angry or filled with contempt. Or maybe amazed… of course, none of them know she’s searching for Han Qilu.
Shortly after that, she becomes weary, the halls feel like they’re getting huge. People come and go, turning into silhouettes with different facial expressions. Her head begins to whirl.
Unable to stand, she squats and clasps her hand. She brings her head to her knees, trying hard not to burst into tears.
