Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
An Chuxia suddenly feels very uncomfortable. She wants to sneak a glance at him, but she is scared by his gaze. She recalls that she frequently pushes his buttons, but this time, she is afraid that there’s no going back after this.
“You’re young master Han? I’m Nangong Zifei, it’s my pleasure to meet you.”
Looking at Nangong Zifei, he sees his face is pale and light, neither scared nor surprised. From his perspective, Han Qilu can’t guess what he’s thinking.
Han Qilu continues to stare, and his eyes aren’t friendly. Finally, he reverts his gaze and laces his fingers with An Chuxia’s, forcing her into his arms.
“You’re new here?” Han Qilu slightly raises his eyebrow. “I guess you don’t know, An Chuxia is my woman, so kindly stay away from her.”
Hearing Han Qilu’s overbearing threat, An Chuxia’s eyes are filled with iron and hatred.
What is this idiot doing?!
No matter how hard she tries, she cannot get her hand free from Han Qilu’s. She smiles at Nangong Zifei with embarrassment. Really… how shameful!
“Excuse me.” Nangong Zifei doesn’t raise his eyebrow. The move wasn’t remiss to Han Qilu. “Is she married to you?”
The connotation of the statement isn’t lost on Han Qilu. His eyes get colder, and the atmosphere between the two men becomes arctic. Xiao Mingluo and Ling Hanyu appear right on time. They realize this the moment they see Qilu and Zifei standing across from each other.
“Han Qilu.” Xiao Mingluo smiles brightly. “You still need to feed An Chuxia. I bet she’s hungry!”
Once Mingluo spoke, Chuxia excuses herself and leaves Han Qilu behind.
Someone walks behind Nangong Zifei. His posture is understated, but his eyes are much colder. He whispers, “Man, now isn’t the time to start an argument.”
Nangong Zifei’s eyes shift and lands on Ling Hanyu. They stare at each other. “Sorry. Han Qilu is just like that, not just to you. We just want to apologize on his behalf.”
“I’m not upset.” Nangong Zifei smiles lightly, but the gesture doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, blood is pounding from within.
“You’re the best. If you need anything in this school, come see me.” Ling Hanyu smiles, turns his head, then walks away. He saw the murder behind Zifei’s eyes. If it wasn’t for Xiao Mingluo suddenly driving to his house saying something big is going to happen tonight, he wouldn’t have attended the night’s festivities.
Hanyu arrives at the music room only to hear An Chuxia scolding Han Qilu.
“What would you like me to do afterwards? Isn’t it too shameful?” An Chuxia is frowning. Her disposition, unpleasant.
Han Qilu doesn’t talk. His hands are shoved in his pockets as he stares outside the window. It seems like he’s not listening to her.
“An Chuxia, haven’t you said enough?” Xiao Mingluo playfully states. Knowing it is safe to come in, Ling Hanyu walks in and hands An Chuxia a drink of water. An Chuxia leaves, and the entire music room falls into silence.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
An Chuxia suddenly feels very uncomfortable. She wants to sneak a glance at him, but she is scared by his gaze. She recalls that she frequently pushes his buttons, but this time, she is afraid that there’s no going back after this.
“You’re young master Han? I’m Nangong Zifei, it’s my pleasure to meet you.”
Looking at Nangong Zifei, he sees his face is pale and light, neither scared nor surprised. From his perspective, Han Qilu can’t guess what he’s thinking.
Han Qilu continues to stare, and his eyes aren’t friendly. Finally, he reverts his gaze and laces his fingers with An Chuxia’s, forcing her into his arms.
“You’re new here?” Han Qilu slightly raises his eyebrow. “I guess you don’t know, An Chuxia is my woman, so kindly stay away from her.”
Hearing Han Qilu’s overbearing threat, An Chuxia’s eyes are filled with iron and hatred.
What is this idiot doing?!
No matter how hard she tries, she cannot get her hand free from Han Qilu’s. She smiles at Nangong Zifei with embarrassment. Really… how shameful!
“Excuse me.” Nangong Zifei doesn’t raise his eyebrow. The move wasn’t remiss to Han Qilu. “Is she married to you?”
The connotation of the statement isn’t lost on Han Qilu. His eyes get colder, and the atmosphere between the two men becomes arctic. Xiao Mingluo and Ling Hanyu appear right on time. They realize this the moment they see Qilu and Zifei standing across from each other.
“Han Qilu.” Xiao Mingluo smiles brightly. “You still need to feed An Chuxia. I bet she’s hungry!”
Once Mingluo spoke, Chuxia excuses herself and leaves Han Qilu behind.
Someone walks behind Nangong Zifei. His posture is understated, but his eyes are much colder. He whispers, “Man, now isn’t the time to start an argument.”
Nangong Zifei’s eyes shift and lands on Ling Hanyu. They stare at each other. “Sorry. Han Qilu is just like that, not just to you. We just want to apologize on his behalf.”
“I’m not upset.” Nangong Zifei smiles lightly, but the gesture doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, blood is pounding from within.
“You’re the best. If you need anything in this school, come see me.” Ling Hanyu smiles, turns his head, then walks away. He saw the murder behind Zifei’s eyes. If it wasn’t for Xiao Mingluo suddenly driving to his house saying something big is going to happen tonight, he wouldn’t have attended the night’s festivities.
Hanyu arrives at the music room only to hear An Chuxia scolding Han Qilu.
“What would you like me to do afterwards? Isn’t it too shameful?” An Chuxia is frowning. Her disposition, unpleasant.
Han Qilu doesn’t talk. His hands are shoved in his pockets as he stares outside the window. It seems like he’s not listening to her.
“An Chuxia, haven’t you said enough?” Xiao Mingluo playfully states. Knowing it is safe to come in, Ling Hanyu walks in and hands An Chuxia a drink of water. An Chuxia leaves, and the entire music room falls into silence.
