Translated by newbienoona
Edited by anks
The crowd consciously parts as Han Qilu goes through from behind, making An Chuxia aware she has to bite the bullet as she ends next to him. As time passes, she lowers her head until her chin touches her chest.
“Ooh, okay, just look at this photo. I thought it would be… .” Fei Lixiya kept talking until she realizes she’s the only one making a sound.
Everyone’s ears are perked up, while Fei Lixiya’s face turns to ash. She knows her mouth is too much; she reaches out and covers it with her hand, daring not to talk.
Chuxia raises her head for a close look at the photos. She looks at the images carefully and realizes they’re just random shots of when she was returning the chicken dish. The angle of the shot is quite good, and with the timing, it looked like their interaction looks ambiguous.
But the truth is, there is no inside story to the chicken dish exchange, but the newspaper is stating that this is proof she and Liu Dongyu are in a relationship.
Then there’s the photo at the lawn: blue skies, white clouds, a ray of sunshine lying on the grass as she sits next to him looking down. The image could be perceived as a pair of campus lovers.
“Why did these people take these photos?” An Chuxia’s eyes divert from the photos. Her tone sets the overall mood.
The once-quiet crowd starts whispering.
“Who is that man? How come I’ve never seen him?”
“You don’t know him either? He’s one of the new students.”
“Wow, he’s good looking! She broke from the young master’s spell!”
“Cut it! There is no match for my young master Han Qilu!”
“Master Han Qilu, where were you?”
Indistinct whispering reaches Han Qilu’s ears. Upon seeing the photos, his heart is filled with anger.
Fei Lixiya quickly states, “Tabloid column lies.”
“Yeah, the school newspaper is now devoting campus interest by covering the community through a candid camera lens.” The class A is now aware of this.
It is a school newspaper… .
An Chuxia almost laughs out loud. At a moment of doubt, Xiang Mankuai pops into her head; the villain in her heart. She has yet to enter the school so she can’t send anyone in to snap the photos.
But this incident will inevitably cause issues… .
A headache builds as she tries to look at Han Qilu through her periphery. Her eyes catch him staring at her.
Thump, thump.
Her heart skips a beat, and her face suddenly turns red as she is caught stealing a glance at him.
“Chuxia, would you want me to rip down the photos?” Fei Lixiya asks indignantly as she shakes her fist.
This is something small she can help An Chuxia with!
While Han Qilu stands in front, Xiao Mingluo secretly sucks inappropriate deep breath through his lips. The photos may be candid, but the composition is quite scandalous. The tabloid team did a great job!
Han Qilu may not know his heart well enough to know he harbors feelings for Chuxia. It is only by Qilu witnessing Chuxia be intimate with another man would his anger be triggered.
Well done! It’s beautiful! Why didn’t he think about this method a while ago?
Xiao Mingluo is secretly happy; his poker face paints a calm and collected look. He steps forward and whispers in Qilu’s ear. “It looks like you’re gaining a brother-in-law soon. Congratulations!”
As he hears those words, Han Qilu’s gloomy face turns green. He flashes Mingluo a frosty glare. This is a precursor to Han Qilu’s outburst!
Xiao Mingluo’s heart is shouting how candid and beautiful this moment has become!
An Chuxia doesn’t notice Han Qilu’s disposition, but as she stares at the photos, she shakes her head and says, “What’s with the pictures? I told them Dongyu is a good friend and there’s nothing to hide. There’s no need to tear it down.”
An Chuxia wants to turn around to see Han Qilu’s reaction, but she’s also afraid that she’ll do something impulsive.
Fei Lixiya nods after hearing An Chuxia’s explanation. It’s An Chuxia’s right to rip her own photos, right?
When An Chuxia turns to leave, she feels a slight breeze. Then, she immediately sees Han Qilu stride forward, raise his hands, and forcefully rip down the images.
The enlarged photos are in Han Qilu’s hands. He kneads them into a ball and spikes it on the ground.
His reaction shocks everyone including An Chuxia. Her mouth opens and closes before finally asking, “What are you doing?”
He looks at his hands, his facial expression is inscrutable. He doesn’t know why he suddenly became impulsive.
“Nothing.” He doesn’t know how to respond. Then he says, “How can you bring scandal to the Hans by being candid with someone?”
Hans?
He’s referring to her as his meimei, right?
Her pupils darken as she slightly lowers her chin. “Oh, you just don’t want me to embarrass the family. Thank you for your good intentions. I won’t let the family lose face.”
She’s dead! He isn’t blaming her in this incident! Is she a fool or is she this stupid?
Han Qilu clenches his teeth as he tries to control his temper. “Then you better stop this mess by being a bit more reserved. You should concentrate your efforts in studying rather than this romance stuff.”
He doesn’t mean to say these words, but now the context has changed.
Such hypocrisy!
An Chuxia can tell Han Qilu is angry after his statement, but she can’t stand there and take his duplicity. Obviously, he was just trying to say that she needs to mind her image as part of the Hans.
Damn it!
“Thanks for the reminder! Good-bye!” An Chuxia says the words as she stares angrily into his eyes.
Upon turning, the crowd parts once more for her to exit.
Once Han Qilu recovers his gaze, his eyes lock on to her. This inexplicable fluttering in his heart happens. It is the same feeling he got when An Chuxia rushed out of the crowds when he proposed to Xiang Mankuai in the United States.
This feeling leaves a stabbing pain in his heart. Is it an illusion that he has a trace of affection for her? Regardless of their shitty older borther-meimei relationship, this is a feeling that is between a man and a woman.
He secretly curses himself before catching up with her.
Seeing his sudden reaction, the crowd suddenly becomes restless.
“Woah, young master Qilu, are you going to talk to An Chuxia? “
“Hasn’t the young master talked about his engagement to Xiang Mankuai?”
Xiao Mingluo is trying to stop the crowd when the school bell rings. Lunchtime is over, and classes start again.
Given the time constraints, the students reluctantly return to the classrooms, glancing toward Han Qilu’s direction. Even Mingluo looks over, letting out a loud bark of laughter.
Han Qilu is quite clever, but in matters like this, he’s quite dull. However, matters of the heart make smart people stupid.
Huh… what is missing? Xiao Mingluo’s subconsciously scans the crowd in search of Meng Xiaonan.
It’s unreasonable, but he wants to talk to her about An Chuxia, and how he came up with this plan. Then, he remembers what happened on the rooftop. Suddenly, his heart skips. This silly girl wouldn’t be hiding from him, would she?
The high he was riding suddenly crashes. The smile on his face disappears. He quickly retrieves his phone and speed dials her number.
The phone is ringing, but she’s not picking up. Anxious, he runs to year one, class A. As he walks there, he redials her number. It sends him straight to voicemail as the female voice states the phone has been powered off.
This silly girl is being intentional!
Since he’s been busy going to work and going home, he hasn’t spent much time with Meng Xiaonan. They used to be thick as thieves.
His heart suddenly tightens at the thought. His fingers wrap tightly around his phone.
He finally reaches the classroom only to see Xiaonan’s chair empty.
The students and the teacher are surprised to see his frame loom by the classroom door.
“My apologies.” Xiao Mingluo excuses himself, leaving the students whispering.
“I guess he didn’t know he’s not walking into year two, class A based on the floor’s location,” a student says, chuckling.
The teacher exaggerates a cough to get the students’ attention. “Quiet! Let’s continue studying function.”
Translated by newbienoona
Edited by anks
The crowd consciously parts as Han Qilu goes through from behind, making An Chuxia aware she has to bite the bullet as she ends next to him. As time passes, she lowers her head until her chin touches her chest.
“Ooh, okay, just look at this photo. I thought it would be… .” Fei Lixiya kept talking until she realizes she’s the only one making a sound.
Everyone’s ears are perked up, while Fei Lixiya’s face turns to ash. She knows her mouth is too much; she reaches out and covers it with her hand, daring not to talk.
Chuxia raises her head for a close look at the photos. She looks at the images carefully and realizes they’re just random shots of when she was returning the chicken dish. The angle of the shot is quite good, and with the timing, it looked like their interaction looks ambiguous.
But the truth is, there is no inside story to the chicken dish exchange, but the newspaper is stating that this is proof she and Liu Dongyu are in a relationship.
Then there’s the photo at the lawn: blue skies, white clouds, a ray of sunshine lying on the grass as she sits next to him looking down. The image could be perceived as a pair of campus lovers.
“Why did these people take these photos?” An Chuxia’s eyes divert from the photos. Her tone sets the overall mood.
The once-quiet crowd starts whispering.
“Who is that man? How come I’ve never seen him?”
“You don’t know him either? He’s one of the new students.”
“Wow, he’s good looking! She broke from the young master’s spell!”
“Cut it! There is no match for my young master Han Qilu!”
“Master Han Qilu, where were you?”
Indistinct whispering reaches Han Qilu’s ears. Upon seeing the photos, his heart is filled with anger.
Fei Lixiya quickly states, “Tabloid column lies.”
“Yeah, the school newspaper is now devoting campus interest by covering the community through a candid camera lens.” The class A is now aware of this.
It is a school newspaper… .
An Chuxia almost laughs out loud. At a moment of doubt, Xiang Mankuai pops into her head; the villain in her heart. She has yet to enter the school so she can’t send anyone in to snap the photos.
But this incident will inevitably cause issues… .
A headache builds as she tries to look at Han Qilu through her periphery. Her eyes catch him staring at her.
Thump, thump.
Her heart skips a beat, and her face suddenly turns red as she is caught stealing a glance at him.
“Chuxia, would you want me to rip down the photos?” Fei Lixiya asks indignantly as she shakes her fist.
This is something small she can help An Chuxia with!
While Han Qilu stands in front, Xiao Mingluo secretly sucks inappropriate deep breath through his lips. The photos may be candid, but the composition is quite scandalous. The tabloid team did a great job!
Han Qilu may not know his heart well enough to know he harbors feelings for Chuxia. It is only by Qilu witnessing Chuxia be intimate with another man would his anger be triggered.
Well done! It’s beautiful! Why didn’t he think about this method a while ago?
Xiao Mingluo is secretly happy; his poker face paints a calm and collected look. He steps forward and whispers in Qilu’s ear. “It looks like you’re gaining a brother-in-law soon. Congratulations!”
As he hears those words, Han Qilu’s gloomy face turns green. He flashes Mingluo a frosty glare. This is a precursor to Han Qilu’s outburst!
Xiao Mingluo’s heart is shouting how candid and beautiful this moment has become!
An Chuxia doesn’t notice Han Qilu’s disposition, but as she stares at the photos, she shakes her head and says, “What’s with the pictures? I told them Dongyu is a good friend and there’s nothing to hide. There’s no need to tear it down.”
An Chuxia wants to turn around to see Han Qilu’s reaction, but she’s also afraid that she’ll do something impulsive.
Fei Lixiya nods after hearing An Chuxia’s explanation. It’s An Chuxia’s right to rip her own photos, right?
When An Chuxia turns to leave, she feels a slight breeze. Then, she immediately sees Han Qilu stride forward, raise his hands, and forcefully rip down the images.
The enlarged photos are in Han Qilu’s hands. He kneads them into a ball and spikes it on the ground.
His reaction shocks everyone including An Chuxia. Her mouth opens and closes before finally asking, “What are you doing?”
He looks at his hands, his facial expression is inscrutable. He doesn’t know why he suddenly became impulsive.
“Nothing.” He doesn’t know how to respond. Then he says, “How can you bring scandal to the Hans by being candid with someone?”
Hans?
He’s referring to her as his meimei, right?
Her pupils darken as she slightly lowers her chin. “Oh, you just don’t want me to embarrass the family. Thank you for your good intentions. I won’t let the family lose face.”
She’s dead! He isn’t blaming her in this incident! Is she a fool or is she this stupid?
Han Qilu clenches his teeth as he tries to control his temper. “Then you better stop this mess by being a bit more reserved. You should concentrate your efforts in studying rather than this romance stuff.”
He doesn’t mean to say these words, but now the context has changed.
Such hypocrisy!
An Chuxia can tell Han Qilu is angry after his statement, but she can’t stand there and take his duplicity. Obviously, he was just trying to say that she needs to mind her image as part of the Hans.
Damn it!
“Thanks for the reminder! Good-bye!” An Chuxia says the words as she stares angrily into his eyes.
Upon turning, the crowd parts once more for her to exit.
Once Han Qilu recovers his gaze, his eyes lock on to her. This inexplicable fluttering in his heart happens. It is the same feeling he got when An Chuxia rushed out of the crowds when he proposed to Xiang Mankuai in the United States.
This feeling leaves a stabbing pain in his heart. Is it an illusion that he has a trace of affection for her? Regardless of their shitty older borther-meimei relationship, this is a feeling that is between a man and a woman.
He secretly curses himself before catching up with her.
Seeing his sudden reaction, the crowd suddenly becomes restless.
“Woah, young master Qilu, are you going to talk to An Chuxia? “
“Hasn’t the young master talked about his engagement to Xiang Mankuai?”
Xiao Mingluo is trying to stop the crowd when the school bell rings. Lunchtime is over, and classes start again.
Given the time constraints, the students reluctantly return to the classrooms, glancing toward Han Qilu’s direction. Even Mingluo looks over, letting out a loud bark of laughter.
Han Qilu is quite clever, but in matters like this, he’s quite dull. However, matters of the heart make smart people stupid.
Huh… what is missing? Xiao Mingluo’s subconsciously scans the crowd in search of Meng Xiaonan.
It’s unreasonable, but he wants to talk to her about An Chuxia, and how he came up with this plan. Then, he remembers what happened on the rooftop. Suddenly, his heart skips. This silly girl wouldn’t be hiding from him, would she?
The high he was riding suddenly crashes. The smile on his face disappears. He quickly retrieves his phone and speed dials her number.
The phone is ringing, but she’s not picking up. Anxious, he runs to year one, class A. As he walks there, he redials her number. It sends him straight to voicemail as the female voice states the phone has been powered off.
This silly girl is being intentional!
Since he’s been busy going to work and going home, he hasn’t spent much time with Meng Xiaonan. They used to be thick as thieves.
His heart suddenly tightens at the thought. His fingers wrap tightly around his phone.
He finally reaches the classroom only to see Xiaonan’s chair empty.
The students and the teacher are surprised to see his frame loom by the classroom door.
“My apologies.” Xiao Mingluo excuses himself, leaving the students whispering.
“I guess he didn’t know he’s not walking into year two, class A based on the floor’s location,” a student says, chuckling.
The teacher exaggerates a cough to get the students’ attention. “Quiet! Let’s continue studying function.”
