Chapter 84
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Han Qilu stares deeply into An Chenchuan’s eyes . He lets out snort . “Whatever . ”
An Chenchuan shoots a chilly look at Han Qilu as he watches his back disappear down the steps . Chenchuan’s head is a mess . He thought Qilu would be angry with him on the spot . Instead, he was relatively cold and indifferent .
Is he wrong in his assumption that Han Qilu likes An Chuxia?
It’s undoubtedly good news for him if he’s wrong . Therefore, there’s nothing stopping him, right?
“An Chuxia, feel free to stop by often and play here,” An Yishan kindly states . However, she thinks he should be ashamed about his invite . He is willing to be her father to be in good graces with Han Liuhai . If he knew she is his biological daughter, would he still treat her this way?
He just might immediately push her away .
“I will accompany her so she will play here frequently . ” Han Qilu takes a step toward An Chuxia and puts his arm around her shoulder . “Isn’t that right, my fiancée?”
He is deliberately distracting An Chuxia so she won’t fixate on An Yishan . Like a stupid piece of wood, she doesn’t answer An Yishan’s words .
Upon hearing the sound of Han Qilu’s voice, An Chuxia recovers . Turning to Han Qilu with grateful eyes, she finds her voice and says, “Sorry, foster father, I’ll do what I’m told . ”
She specifically uses the word ‘father’ bitterly with a particularly heavy tone .
An Yishan is oblivious to her double entendre . He smiles and turns around and wishes Liuhai farewell . They were back at the Korean mansion by nine o’clock . The dinner they just attended was really long .
“You have returned?” Steward Han stands at the gate, waiting to greet them as they drive in . He’s been working for the Hans for 40 years . He was 10 when he first stood in front of the Han’s door .
It can be said he, as a guardinan, watched Han Qilu grow .
“Steward Han . ” An Chuxia gets out of the car . “Where did you put my books and papers?”
He bows for a few seconds before happily replying, “I have placed them in your room; on the desk . ”
She nods and runs through the gravel road to the hall . The hall is dim, the huge crystal chandelier lights up the hall even without daylight . She had just come up the stairs when she hears a sound from Han Qilu’s door .
“An Chuxia, will you please come to my room?” As she turns and looks, Han Qilu is sitting on the sofa, eating fruit .
Strange, why would he want her in his room? An Chuxia disregards his order . She should go back to her room and focus on what she’s supposed to teach in class tomorrow .
“Yeah! Nine!” Jiang Yuan yells like she is in a charity auction . Han Liuhai helps her in the house and up the steps . She drank more than a mouthful of red wine and she has become noisy .
“You should not write today . Go back to the room and sleep . Otherwise, tomorrow, you’d wish you were dead . ” Han Liuhai persuades Jiang Yuan .
Han Liuhai was about to turn in but he sees Han Qilu sitting, eating an apple . He goes to his son and deliberately sits next to him . “Why was Chuxia acting strangely?”
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