Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Once the person on the other end hears her greeting, he hangs up.
An Chuxia stares at her mobile when she hears the busy tone. It’s nothing but a phone prank. Her hand is on the door handle of the bathroom stall when she hears conversation on the other side.
“What’s Xiang Mankuai and young master Qilu’s relationship?”
“Right? If you’re a couple, why would you bring another date? It seems she left halfway. No one knows where she went.”
“She probably knows Mankuai is arriving, so she left. Although his date is pretty, how can she compare to that big starlet?”
“Oh man, there’s no comparison.”
The conversation doesn’t last long. Once the water from the faucet stops running, and the clicking of high heels disappear, her facial expression changes, her self-deprecating smile is painted on her face.
Yes, men are the least reliable. Just like her biological father who now is righteous… unreliable!
Despite these agitating thoughts, she opens the door and walks out of the bathroom and onto the crowded garden. And through the throngs of people, she sees Han Qilu smile at something Mankuai says. The man with the big belly next to them is talking. She doesn’t know what they’re saying, but she can tell from their expression they’re very happy.
She has been in the bathroom for so long, Han Qilu isn’t in a hurry to leave. How naive of her to think he missed her.
Then, she hears her ringtone again, she answers her phone without looking at it.
“Is this Miss Xia?” The voice sounds familiar, but she can’t place it.
Her eyes fall on Han Qilu as she replies on the phone. “This is she. Who’s this?”
There is a pause before the conversation continues. “Remember one afternoon, you helped a person with blood on his face, and you loaned him twenty yuan?”
As soon as the conversation becomes about money, her memory is jogged.
That was the afternoon Ling Hanyu kicked her out because of the words she said, so she walked to the park, and eventually, encountered the bloodied person… .
She, indeed, remembers! That person owes her more than that! Of course she can’t forget that much money.=.= Moreover, this person threw away the IOU note she wrote with her contact information!
“Are you… are you in the United States?” She looks at her phone screen and is surprised. Can twenty yuan actually get you to the United States? That’s some power!
“Yeah.”
She hears him say, “Are you in the US? Would you have time to meet?”
“I… .” She wants to say she doesn’t have the time, but once she sees Mankuai reach for a glass of wine and smile at Han Qilu, she turns and leaves. “I have time. Where are you? I’m at Mr. Nuewei’s house.”
The devil (in Chuxia) is awakened, and for that reason, An Chuxia leaves in anger. She doesn’t even think about hanging up on the man whom she’s told she’s at the Nuewei’s residence, nor how she is leaving this house. Although many look at her strangely, no one stops her. She walks toward the front door.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Once the person on the other end hears her greeting, he hangs up.
An Chuxia stares at her mobile when she hears the busy tone. It’s nothing but a phone prank. Her hand is on the door handle of the bathroom stall when she hears conversation on the other side.
“What’s Xiang Mankuai and young master Qilu’s relationship?”
“Right? If you’re a couple, why would you bring another date? It seems she left halfway. No one knows where she went.”
“She probably knows Mankuai is arriving, so she left. Although his date is pretty, how can she compare to that big starlet?”
“Oh man, there’s no comparison.”
The conversation doesn’t last long. Once the water from the faucet stops running, and the clicking of high heels disappear, her facial expression changes, her self-deprecating smile is painted on her face.
Yes, men are the least reliable. Just like her biological father who now is righteous… unreliable!
Despite these agitating thoughts, she opens the door and walks out of the bathroom and onto the crowded garden. And through the throngs of people, she sees Han Qilu smile at something Mankuai says. The man with the big belly next to them is talking. She doesn’t know what they’re saying, but she can tell from their expression they’re very happy.
She has been in the bathroom for so long, Han Qilu isn’t in a hurry to leave. How naive of her to think he missed her.
Then, she hears her ringtone again, she answers her phone without looking at it.
“Is this Miss Xia?” The voice sounds familiar, but she can’t place it.
Her eyes fall on Han Qilu as she replies on the phone. “This is she. Who’s this?”
There is a pause before the conversation continues. “Remember one afternoon, you helped a person with blood on his face, and you loaned him twenty yuan?”
As soon as the conversation becomes about money, her memory is jogged.
That was the afternoon Ling Hanyu kicked her out because of the words she said, so she walked to the park, and eventually, encountered the bloodied person… .
She, indeed, remembers! That person owes her more than that! Of course she can’t forget that much money.=.= Moreover, this person threw away the IOU note she wrote with her contact information!
“Are you… are you in the United States?” She looks at her phone screen and is surprised. Can twenty yuan actually get you to the United States? That’s some power!
“Yeah.”
She hears him say, “Are you in the US? Would you have time to meet?”
“I… .” She wants to say she doesn’t have the time, but once she sees Mankuai reach for a glass of wine and smile at Han Qilu, she turns and leaves. “I have time. Where are you? I’m at Mr. Nuewei’s house.”
The devil (in Chuxia) is awakened, and for that reason, An Chuxia leaves in anger. She doesn’t even think about hanging up on the man whom she’s told she’s at the Nuewei’s residence, nor how she is leaving this house. Although many look at her strangely, no one stops her. She walks toward the front door.
