Chapter 392
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 . ”
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