Chapter 73
“Have you given up?” Han Qilu sneers at her as he shuts the screen on his laptop .
She opens her eyes slowly . Without looking at Han Qilu, she asks the driver nicely, “Shushu, may I trouble you to open the window? It seems to be locked . ”
The driver respectfully nods and presses a button . Her side of the window slowly rolls down . The cool evening air feels refreshing against her neck . Her body starts relaxing .
An Chuxia, you can not be angry with him .
“Hey! Are you listening to me?” Han Qilu’s tone is filled with anger .
Her gaze falls from the view beyond the window to the person next to her . He is painfully handsome, like a fairy tale prince . It’s just a shame his temper is atrocious .
“No . I choose not to give up,” she answers with a cordial smile . Her response doesn’t change his disposition . Perhaps, if she learns the art of being still, he won’t see her as an inconvenience .
Besides, she doesn’t have a reason to give up . What’s there to give up? She can’t tell An Chen Chuan the letter got ripped and was blown away . He can personally tell her the contents of the letter!
An Chen Chuan, where did you get the nerve to write that?
He looks at An Chuxia nonchalantly . He can’t be upset because he doesn’t know what she means . Why won’t she give up?
He is puzzled with her behavior . She refuses to answer his question . He shoots her a look to make her squirm .
“I haven’t given up,” she chants . “I’ll call and ask him . It doesn’t matter . I know this won’t bother you . ”
She can see his guilt eating him from within . Qilu abruptly swivels his head toward her . He wants to throw her out of the car .
The car passes through the Han family gates . Halfway into the cobbled road, the car stops . Steward Han rushes to the front of the car before opening the door from Qilu’s side . Another housekeeper runs quickly to Chuxia’s side and opens the door for her .
She’s still not used to this kind of treatment .
She starts walking away when suddenly, she remembers the stack of books she left in the car .
“Miss Xia, let me . ” The housekeeper who waited on her takes the books . She gives up and lets her take them .
Han Qilu, who was walking in front of her, suddenly stops and pivots .
He stares at An Chuxia’s eyes . “An Chuxia, don’t dare ask what’s in that letter . Otherwise, you’ll die . ”
He spits the sentence through gritted teeth . He is seething .
“Why?” She innocently blinks at Han Qilu .
He looks down on her . “Because it’s my command as the young master . Did you forget? You’re just my maid . ”
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