Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
An Chuxia has no patience to listen to Xiao Mingluo. Instead, Han Qilu snatches the mobile from her hand.
Pressing the phone against his ear, his eyebrows knit unpleasantly. “Xiao Mingluo, what do you want?”
When Mingluo hears Qilu’s cold voice, he becomes frightened. But he turns on his cheekiness and says with a smile, “I don’t want anything. Just wanted to remind you and An Chuxia about tonight’s party. Bye.”
A mechanical beep signals the end of the call.
Han Qilu hands the mobile back to her. Her lips part as she is about to say something when a knock is heard from the office door. He says loudly, “Come in.”
Secretary Xiang opens the office door and says respectfully, “President, the Shunfeng company’s president is on the phone. He hopes you can sign the contract now.”
“Now?” Han Qilu looks at An Chuxia with surprise. It’s not easy for orders to come from Shunfeng, but if he hurries this up, they could get to the party sooner.
He hesitates, and An Chuxia opens her mouth. “What are you doing? Go sign the contract. I’ll head home in the Han vehicle. Mommy told me that she has prepared everything for you, so go hurry and sign it.”
Han Qilu deliberates as she takes a step away. At her third step, he grabs her wrist forcefully. She turns just in time to bump against him.
“I’ll come as soon as possible. If you feel uncomfortable at the party, you can stay with Hanyu.” With those words, he leans over to kiss An Chuxia’s cheek. The secretary turns away in envy.
The president has always looked cold-blooded. Even when he praises others, he has a poker face. But his face is so gentle to this young lady. She truly is envious!
“I know.” Her face feels hot. She turns and walks away.
He stares at the door as it automatically closes. He takes a few steps forward. “Prepare the document so I can sign the contract. I’ll return soon.”
“Yes, president,” Secretary Xiang says, panicking as she bows. As she straightens up, the president’s shadow has disappeared. He wants to see his wife off. What a virtuous man…
An Chuxia walks alone to the elevator. She looks at the elevator’s “President Only” sign and clamps her mouth. She dare not enter it again, or the receptionist will kill her!
“Hey!” The elevator door dings and slowly opens. She steps in, and as it closes, Han Qilu sticks his foot out to prevent the doors from shutting. He awkwardly smiles at An Chuxia. Why did she use this elevator when there’s one dedicated [for the president’s use]?
“I’ll send you off.” He naturally takes her right side, and presses the button to the first floor. The doors slowly close, and the elevator goes down.
“Don’t you see how powerful you are?” She snorts, with irony in her tone. “You have your own private elevator.”
He remains silent. He doesn’t know what she means. He is about to inquire when she looks at him. “No one else can use it, and if you do, the consequences are bad.”
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
An Chuxia has no patience to listen to Xiao Mingluo. Instead, Han Qilu snatches the mobile from her hand.
Pressing the phone against his ear, his eyebrows knit unpleasantly. “Xiao Mingluo, what do you want?”
When Mingluo hears Qilu’s cold voice, he becomes frightened. But he turns on his cheekiness and says with a smile, “I don’t want anything. Just wanted to remind you and An Chuxia about tonight’s party. Bye.”
A mechanical beep signals the end of the call.
Han Qilu hands the mobile back to her. Her lips part as she is about to say something when a knock is heard from the office door. He says loudly, “Come in.”
Secretary Xiang opens the office door and says respectfully, “President, the Shunfeng company’s president is on the phone. He hopes you can sign the contract now.”
“Now?” Han Qilu looks at An Chuxia with surprise. It’s not easy for orders to come from Shunfeng, but if he hurries this up, they could get to the party sooner.
He hesitates, and An Chuxia opens her mouth. “What are you doing? Go sign the contract. I’ll head home in the Han vehicle. Mommy told me that she has prepared everything for you, so go hurry and sign it.”
Han Qilu deliberates as she takes a step away. At her third step, he grabs her wrist forcefully. She turns just in time to bump against him.
“I’ll come as soon as possible. If you feel uncomfortable at the party, you can stay with Hanyu.” With those words, he leans over to kiss An Chuxia’s cheek. The secretary turns away in envy.
The president has always looked cold-blooded. Even when he praises others, he has a poker face. But his face is so gentle to this young lady. She truly is envious!
“I know.” Her face feels hot. She turns and walks away.
He stares at the door as it automatically closes. He takes a few steps forward. “Prepare the document so I can sign the contract. I’ll return soon.”
“Yes, president,” Secretary Xiang says, panicking as she bows. As she straightens up, the president’s shadow has disappeared. He wants to see his wife off. What a virtuous man…
An Chuxia walks alone to the elevator. She looks at the elevator’s “President Only” sign and clamps her mouth. She dare not enter it again, or the receptionist will kill her!
“Hey!” The elevator door dings and slowly opens. She steps in, and as it closes, Han Qilu sticks his foot out to prevent the doors from shutting. He awkwardly smiles at An Chuxia. Why did she use this elevator when there’s one dedicated [for the president’s use]?
“I’ll send you off.” He naturally takes her right side, and presses the button to the first floor. The doors slowly close, and the elevator goes down.
“Don’t you see how powerful you are?” She snorts, with irony in her tone. “You have your own private elevator.”
He remains silent. He doesn’t know what she means. He is about to inquire when she looks at him. “No one else can use it, and if you do, the consequences are bad.”
