Chapter 37
Edited and proofread by pumpkingirl920
One would think Han Qilu would be affected by Mingluo and Hanyu’s interruption . Instead, he deepens his kiss like he wants to make her part of him .
An Chuxia, on the other hand, responds differently . The voices gave her the strength to push Han Qilu away . She raises her hand and slaps him on the face .
More than likely, this would be one of those kisses Han Qilu would give her and won’t be able to forget . But it’s also a kiss she doesn’t want to remember… .
He rubs his lips, upset with what just transpired . An Chuxia wraps her arms around knees and starts sobbing . At first, quietly . Gradually, it became hysterical .
“An Chuxia,” he says . “I think… our relationship can move on from a mutual dislike of each other to something better . ”
Her body stiffens . She stops crying . However, she doesn’t lift her head from her knees .
“Of course, I’m not fond of the implication . I just… you’re from a poor family whose mother became an organ donor to my father . You’ve been chosen to be my fiancée, and I let you wish it once… Maybe we should… try and talk . ”
Qilu has never said these words to any girl so he asks her with a voice that’s barely a whisper . Although the content of his speech is not refined, his focus is on the last sentence: ‘we’d be able to… try and talk . ’
After a few seconds of silence, An Chuxia raises her head . Her face, stained with tears, stares at his calm eyes without letting him see what she was thinking .
After a long time, she slightly opens her lips, and spits out a word .
”Get lost!”
She knew he was embarrassed as he spoke those words to her . If, for nothing else, Qilu is like a doll: happy when it’s kissed, unhappy when it’s kicked .
An Chuxia knows he’s unhappy . Who would make a big deal at the end when a person responds with ‘get lost’?
With clenched teeth, he says, “An Chuxia, I am giving you one last chance to play nice . Isn’t it enough for me to say it’s you I like?”
“I told you to go away” She turns to grab a pillow from behind her and throw it to Han . “You demon, I don’t want to ever see you again!”
Han Qilu easily blocks the pillow and bats it to the ground .
“An Chuxia, you’re bringing this trouble on to yourself!”
Thud! Rapid footsteps follow the opening and closing of the heavy door . If not for the door being heavy, Han Qilu would’ve taken his anger on it and ripped it from its hinges .
Her right hand tightly clasps the sheets . Once again, she cries for her mother . “Why am I always misunderstood?”
She knows she is poor but should she be robbed of her self-esteem too?!
She doesn’t understand why Han Qilu takes every opportunity to humiliate her time and time again . The only thing she surely understands is… she hates him!
Downstairs hall
“Yo, shouldn’t Han Qilu look happy?” Ling Hanyu asks as he looks at his legs while smiling . “I hope the two of us didn’t disturb you? Next time, we’ll make sure it won’t happen again . ”
Ling Hanyu doesn’t notice any wrong . However, Xiao Mingluo notices something about Han Qilu seems amiss .
“What happened? Your face… it doesn’t seem right . ”
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