When she looks at steward Han, she suddenly doesn’t want to say anything. Saying she didn’t want to live left quite an impression.
A painful ten minutes later, An Chuxia gets up from the sofa and pulls the butler’s hand. “Let me ask you, if Han Qilu doesn’t take me as his escort to today’s reception, will he go alone?”
At that moment, a malicious look appears in the butler’s eyes. Then he looks at her. “Tell me now if you want to go.” She suddenly stutters. “Fine, I’ve said it. Will Han Qilu take that other girl to the wedding?”
Finally, she asks.
The butler silently sighs. “Young mistress, you’re the only one he’s willing to take as his date.”
What he means: Who else would he take if not Xiang Mankuai?
A nameless fire burns in her chest. F**king Han Qilu! It’s no wonder that he didn’t say a word the moment she said she wouldn’t go. He’ll be off having a good time with a beautiful companion!
“Steward Han.” She narrows her eyes.
Upon hearing his name, he excuses himself. “I’m going to get your dress for the wedding, and the car to take you to the reception. Just wait. It’ll be here in five minutes.”
Watching how fast steward Han is moving, An Chuxia’s heart is filled with emotions. She hopes her body would be like steward Han’s when she gets old. She wasn’t this happy when she was a child.
Ten minutes later, An Chuxia walks out of the presidential suite in a lavender, off-the-shoulder dress. The moment she steps off the elevator doors, she turns the heads of the men in the lobby.
When her head swivels, she is slightly embarrassed. She slows down and waits for steward Han to walk beside her, then she lowers her voice and says, “Steward Han, where’s the makeup artist? When I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t believe that the ugly duckling would turn into a swan. I swore it was a picture that was in the mirror!”
Steward Han is dumbfounded. “Xiaonainai, you’re too modest. You’re born with natural beauty, and the makeup is only icing on the cake.”
What the butler said is true, An Chuxia isn’t a plain beauty. The lavender makeup matches her lavender dress, and makes her aloof temperament, absolutely different from Mankuai.
For steward Han, she’s fine as she is. He was trying to complement her, but she shrugs it off as they leave the hotel. When they get to the sidewalk, a black Bentley stops in front of them.
As soon as the door opens, she is astounded.
Isn’t the person sitting in the Bentley reading a magazine, Han Qilu?
Her heart bursts, she checks her expression. She deliberates to sit with him. He looks at her with a blank expression. “You have to play with me.”
Han Qilu, who’s been skimming the magazine, has looked up to stare at An Chuxia. The moment their eyes meet, surprise flashes in his eyes. Then, it disappears.
“Lavender, it suits you.”
Compliments rarely flow from Han Qilu’s mouth. When he looked at An Chuxia, the anger in his heart disappeared by more than half.
She scolds herself internally. She pouts before getting into the car.
When she looks at steward Han, she suddenly doesn’t want to say anything. Saying she didn’t want to live left quite an impression.
A painful ten minutes later, An Chuxia gets up from the sofa and pulls the butler’s hand. “Let me ask you, if Han Qilu doesn’t take me as his escort to today’s reception, will he go alone?”
At that moment, a malicious look appears in the butler’s eyes. Then he looks at her. “Tell me now if you want to go.” She suddenly stutters. “Fine, I’ve said it. Will Han Qilu take that other girl to the wedding?”
Finally, she asks.
The butler silently sighs. “Young mistress, you’re the only one he’s willing to take as his date.”
What he means: Who else would he take if not Xiang Mankuai?
A nameless fire burns in her chest. F**king Han Qilu! It’s no wonder that he didn’t say a word the moment she said she wouldn’t go. He’ll be off having a good time with a beautiful companion!
“Steward Han.” She narrows her eyes.
Upon hearing his name, he excuses himself. “I’m going to get your dress for the wedding, and the car to take you to the reception. Just wait. It’ll be here in five minutes.”
Watching how fast steward Han is moving, An Chuxia’s heart is filled with emotions. She hopes her body would be like steward Han’s when she gets old. She wasn’t this happy when she was a child.
Ten minutes later, An Chuxia walks out of the presidential suite in a lavender, off-the-shoulder dress. The moment she steps off the elevator doors, she turns the heads of the men in the lobby.
When her head swivels, she is slightly embarrassed. She slows down and waits for steward Han to walk beside her, then she lowers her voice and says, “Steward Han, where’s the makeup artist? When I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t believe that the ugly duckling would turn into a swan. I swore it was a picture that was in the mirror!”
Steward Han is dumbfounded. “Xiaonainai, you’re too modest. You’re born with natural beauty, and the makeup is only icing on the cake.”
What the butler said is true, An Chuxia isn’t a plain beauty. The lavender makeup matches her lavender dress, and makes her aloof temperament, absolutely different from Mankuai.
For steward Han, she’s fine as she is. He was trying to complement her, but she shrugs it off as they leave the hotel. When they get to the sidewalk, a black Bentley stops in front of them.
As soon as the door opens, she is astounded.
Isn’t the person sitting in the Bentley reading a magazine, Han Qilu?
Her heart bursts, she checks her expression. She deliberates to sit with him. He looks at her with a blank expression. “You have to play with me.”
Han Qilu, who’s been skimming the magazine, has looked up to stare at An Chuxia. The moment their eyes meet, surprise flashes in his eyes. Then, it disappears.
“Lavender, it suits you.”
Compliments rarely flow from Han Qilu’s mouth. When he looked at An Chuxia, the anger in his heart disappeared by more than half.
She scolds herself internally. She pouts before getting into the car.
