Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
The reception ends around one o’clock, and An Chuxia decides not to wait for Han Qilu. Instead, she sits in the Bentley, eventually falling asleep. When Han Qilu gets in, he sees the sleeping pig and suddenly laughs out loud.
“Young master, what are you doing?” Steward Han rushes to Qilu’s side.
“Take us to the nearest airport and get us to Miami,” Han Qilu says after he glances at her sleeping form. Once he gets in the car, he can feel the softness and heat of her skin against his. He reaches for the cushion from her other side, and places it under her head. Steward Han can see the young master’s gentle gaze on her. The butler suddenly gets goose bumps as his heart swells [with pride]. He quickly gets into the driver’s seat, and takes the opportunity to observe them… and take pictures!
Yes, pictures. Since arriving in the United States, Jiang Yuan has made a thousand calls, reminding him to take a photo of An Chuxia and Han Qilu. She wants to hang another photo of them in the corridor on the second floor!
After adjusting An Chuxia to a more comfortable position, Han Qilu catches the flash of light from steward Han’s mobile phone. A smile breaks on his face as his eyes meets the butler’s.
Poor steward Han is shaken; his phone slips from his hands.
“Steward Han.” Han Qilu raises his eyebrow and says, “If you’re taking a photo, make it brighter.”
Steward Han is dumbfounded when Qilu leans over and kisses An Chuxia on the lips as he presses down on the camera button on his mobile device. Then, Qilu tosses his phone to steward Han. “Take my phone and send the photo to my mom.”
“You… .” Steward Han is wrong again. “How do you know?”
“How do I know? There’s only one person in this whole world who would try to get a photo of her son and daughter-in-law when they’re halfway around the world, and that is Jiang Yuan.” Then, he closes his eyes and rests.
Two hours later, An Chuxia’s eyes open to blue skies. She shuts her eyes again.
What happened? Why is she seeing blue skies when she opened her eyes? Is there something wrong with her vision? Or… is it a dream? As she thinks things through, she reaches out and rubs her eyes.
Pain…
Then she pries her eyes open to see the blue hue. This time, she looks around and realizes she’s lying, alone, in a deserted beach. But what’s notable is that her lavender strapless dress has since been replaced with a leopard-print bikini!
“F**k you!!!” She stands up quickly, realizing her feet are bare. Fortunately, the warm sand under her feet isn’t uncomfortable.
She looks around again to realize she’s alone. There are a pair of lounge chairs close to each other, with a huge sun umbrella between them. And on the table are fruits meant to be eaten.
She looks at the half-drunk orange juice. She frowns as her memories start coming back.
Before leaving the Nuowei’s, she sat in the car and fell asleep. Then… she wakes up… here.
It can’t be… Maybe she didn’t get into steward Han’s car, but got kidnapped instead?
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
The reception ends around one o’clock, and An Chuxia decides not to wait for Han Qilu. Instead, she sits in the Bentley, eventually falling asleep. When Han Qilu gets in, he sees the sleeping pig and suddenly laughs out loud.
“Young master, what are you doing?” Steward Han rushes to Qilu’s side.
“Take us to the nearest airport and get us to Miami,” Han Qilu says after he glances at her sleeping form. Once he gets in the car, he can feel the softness and heat of her skin against his. He reaches for the cushion from her other side, and places it under her head. Steward Han can see the young master’s gentle gaze on her. The butler suddenly gets goose bumps as his heart swells [with pride]. He quickly gets into the driver’s seat, and takes the opportunity to observe them… and take pictures!
Yes, pictures. Since arriving in the United States, Jiang Yuan has made a thousand calls, reminding him to take a photo of An Chuxia and Han Qilu. She wants to hang another photo of them in the corridor on the second floor!
After adjusting An Chuxia to a more comfortable position, Han Qilu catches the flash of light from steward Han’s mobile phone. A smile breaks on his face as his eyes meets the butler’s.
Poor steward Han is shaken; his phone slips from his hands.
“Steward Han.” Han Qilu raises his eyebrow and says, “If you’re taking a photo, make it brighter.”
Steward Han is dumbfounded when Qilu leans over and kisses An Chuxia on the lips as he presses down on the camera button on his mobile device. Then, Qilu tosses his phone to steward Han. “Take my phone and send the photo to my mom.”
“You… .” Steward Han is wrong again. “How do you know?”
“How do I know? There’s only one person in this whole world who would try to get a photo of her son and daughter-in-law when they’re halfway around the world, and that is Jiang Yuan.” Then, he closes his eyes and rests.
Two hours later, An Chuxia’s eyes open to blue skies. She shuts her eyes again.
What happened? Why is she seeing blue skies when she opened her eyes? Is there something wrong with her vision? Or… is it a dream? As she thinks things through, she reaches out and rubs her eyes.
Pain…
Then she pries her eyes open to see the blue hue. This time, she looks around and realizes she’s lying, alone, in a deserted beach. But what’s notable is that her lavender strapless dress has since been replaced with a leopard-print bikini!
“F**k you!!!” She stands up quickly, realizing her feet are bare. Fortunately, the warm sand under her feet isn’t uncomfortable.
She looks around again to realize she’s alone. There are a pair of lounge chairs close to each other, with a huge sun umbrella between them. And on the table are fruits meant to be eaten.
She looks at the half-drunk orange juice. She frowns as her memories start coming back.
Before leaving the Nuowei’s, she sat in the car and fell asleep. Then… she wakes up… here.
It can’t be… Maybe she didn’t get into steward Han’s car, but got kidnapped instead?
