Chapter 332
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
A black line crosses An Chuxia’s face as she listens to him… diarrhea is diarrhea .
She can’t tell him she has loose bowels; she just wants to fill her stomach!
Since the lie has already reached the sky, she might as well bite the bullet and ride with it . “Ah, thank you . You didn’t have to . Extend my thanks to your father and mother . ”
“Okay . Hang up and go to bed . ”
“Hmmm . ” She puckers her lips after she says thanks and hangs up . She sighs, and her stomach registers its discontent by making a ‘clucking’ sound . Is she going to die after skipping a meal?
She scolds herself internally before grabbing her phone and walking out of the room . She realizes the phone is showing several missed calls from Jiang Yuan .
The large lamps that usually casts light on the long hallway have been turned off . But a meter away, a pale yellow light emits from the small lamp; its light is enough to show her the way .
She has walked these halls a hundred times with the lights off . But today, a trace of white light emerges from Jiang Yuan’s writing room door . In order not to attract attention, she leaves the light off, using her phone screen to light her path .
Suddenly, her phone screen flashes . It looks like Han Qilu is calling from his flight . Shouldn’t this be an overseas call? She knows these kind of calls end up becoming expensive phone bills… .
With that in mind, she presses the answer key . [Let that son-of-a-bitch pay for the bill===]
“What are you doing?” He seems very tired, but he’s trying not to be obvious . She can hear it in his voice . Was he in a meeting? He has to be fatigues, right?
“I’m… . ” Can I tell him to call me back after I rummage for food in the kitchen? Wouldn’t that be shameless? She curls her lip and decides to avoid the question . “I’m watching YouTube . ”
She opens a cupboard and sees it’s empty . She was about to close the door, at which point she hears him faintly say, “I miss you . What should I do?”
This dubious statement is exaggerated to the point that she doesn’t know why Han Qilu would say it so matter-of-factly . It’s a declarative sentence, like he’s discussing the weather in general .
But even so, her heart is shamelessly beating out of control . Her hand slips from the cupboard handle, but unconsciously remains stiff .
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” In the US, Han Qilu is currently holding his phone in one hand, while holding a glass of red wine in the other . A faint glow from the hotel’s crystal chandeliers reflects on the goblet’s surface .
He stands in front of the French window, watching the bustling street below him . The bright lights and the hustle and bustle seem to have nothing to do with him .
An Chuxia finally shuts the cupboard door and squats . With Han Qilu talking for a long time, her resistance (towards him) is getting significantly better . Their mood [toward each other] may be jarring, but he definitely doesn’t make life dull .
“What do you want me to say?” She frowns, trying to decide if she wants to eat . “What do you want me to say to you, Mr . Han Qilu?”
“Say it . ”
She goes to another cupboard located at the right hand side of the cabinet and finds pots and pans . However, she still can’t find anything to fill her belly .
“Basa Li has left your home . ” She takes a deep breath . She stands up and looks around . With the moonlight coming through the kitchen window, she can faintly see the entire kitchen furnishings .
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