Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
He glances at her with a withered look. Then, he lifts his foot and kicks his shirt aside as he heads to the water dispenser. When he walks back to his desk, he finds the dark red lunchbox on the floor. He squints at his desk and stares at the lunch his secretary got for him. His eyes change, and he finally raises his lips. “Are you hungry?”
She realizes he isn’t talking to himself. An Chuxia’s hand unconsciously rubs her stomach like she’s hungry. She’s not… Okay, she is really hungry!
Taking her silence as a response, Han Qilu pulls down the handle of the box and disassembles the kit on the table. His face softens, and says, “Wife, let’s have our love lunch together.”
An Chuxia turns crimson and her eyes focus on his. “You’re such a man. You don’t know anything at all!”
Although it took this much for her to be persuaded, she reluctantly walks over to the sofa, and sits behind the coffee table. He may have invited her for them to eat together, but Han Qilu just hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls before continuing to approve the documents. He gave her the rest of the lunch. It’s safe to say she ate three servings herself.
This kind of fullness is something ordinary people won’t be able to understand. So when Han Qilu is finished with his documents, she has already fallen asleep on the table. He’s slightly annoyed, but with lithe movement, Han Qilu moves next to her, leans over and moves the strands of hair that have fallen over her sleeping face.
In her sleep, she seems insecure. Her brows are wrinkled. His wife shouldn’t look like a sorrowful elderly woman sleeping for over half a year.
Han Qilu feels distressed. All he wants to do is leave her a kiss on the forehead.
Her phone rings.
Damn it! Han Qilu curses in his heart while An Chuxia suddenly opens her eyes. She’s slightly confused. But when she sees his face so close to hers, her confusion turns into surprise.
“What are you doing?!” She suddenly stands up as she frowns at him.
A man who failed at a sneak attack! Damn the ringtone.
Han Qilu purses his lips and points to her pocket. “Just wanted to let you know your phone is ringing.”
An Chuxia hears the ringtone, and presses the answer button. On the other side of the phone is Xiao Mingluo’s flat voice. “How’s it going, An Chuxia? How did the love-lunch date go? Is little Han Qilu happily dancing? No need to say thank you. Can you just owe me a favor?”
“Owe you nothing! If you do something this boring in the future, you can see the king himself!” An Chuxia doesn’t answer with good spirits. Dancing? This bastard, Qilu, has emotions that fluctuate. She is left sleeping on the table, and she could’ve been left to die there needlessly.
“A girl shouldn’t swear!” Xiao Mingluo shamelessly chides her. “An Chuxia, see my true intentions… .”
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
He glances at her with a withered look. Then, he lifts his foot and kicks his shirt aside as he heads to the water dispenser. When he walks back to his desk, he finds the dark red lunchbox on the floor. He squints at his desk and stares at the lunch his secretary got for him. His eyes change, and he finally raises his lips. “Are you hungry?”
She realizes he isn’t talking to himself. An Chuxia’s hand unconsciously rubs her stomach like she’s hungry. She’s not… Okay, she is really hungry!
Taking her silence as a response, Han Qilu pulls down the handle of the box and disassembles the kit on the table. His face softens, and says, “Wife, let’s have our love lunch together.”
An Chuxia turns crimson and her eyes focus on his. “You’re such a man. You don’t know anything at all!”
Although it took this much for her to be persuaded, she reluctantly walks over to the sofa, and sits behind the coffee table. He may have invited her for them to eat together, but Han Qilu just hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls before continuing to approve the documents. He gave her the rest of the lunch. It’s safe to say she ate three servings herself.
This kind of fullness is something ordinary people won’t be able to understand. So when Han Qilu is finished with his documents, she has already fallen asleep on the table. He’s slightly annoyed, but with lithe movement, Han Qilu moves next to her, leans over and moves the strands of hair that have fallen over her sleeping face.
In her sleep, she seems insecure. Her brows are wrinkled. His wife shouldn’t look like a sorrowful elderly woman sleeping for over half a year.
Han Qilu feels distressed. All he wants to do is leave her a kiss on the forehead.
Her phone rings.
Damn it! Han Qilu curses in his heart while An Chuxia suddenly opens her eyes. She’s slightly confused. But when she sees his face so close to hers, her confusion turns into surprise.
“What are you doing?!” She suddenly stands up as she frowns at him.
A man who failed at a sneak attack! Damn the ringtone.
Han Qilu purses his lips and points to her pocket. “Just wanted to let you know your phone is ringing.”
An Chuxia hears the ringtone, and presses the answer button. On the other side of the phone is Xiao Mingluo’s flat voice. “How’s it going, An Chuxia? How did the love-lunch date go? Is little Han Qilu happily dancing? No need to say thank you. Can you just owe me a favor?”
“Owe you nothing! If you do something this boring in the future, you can see the king himself!” An Chuxia doesn’t answer with good spirits. Dancing? This bastard, Qilu, has emotions that fluctuate. She is left sleeping on the table, and she could’ve been left to die there needlessly.
“A girl shouldn’t swear!” Xiao Mingluo shamelessly chides her. “An Chuxia, see my true intentions… .”
