Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by pumpkingirl920

Xiao Mingluo's face stiffens. She is probably the only person in history who can justifiably dislike Han Qilu. She doesn't want to be Han Qilu's fiancée?

Mingluo and Hanyu look at each other and both are stunned. If a gust of wind blew, they'd both be blown away.

“I've said enough. Goodbye!” She s.n.a.t.c.hes Hanyu's hand from her collar and leaves them standing.

A few seconds later, Xiao Mingluo kicks Hanyu on the s.h.i.+n.

“Ah – that's painful!!! Why did you kick me?” He strokes the sore spot.

Mingluo stares at his friend like he's a special kind of stupid. “Ling Hanyu, after what you did, I've come to the conclusion, that you're a pig… definitely a pig!”

After saying his piece, Mingluo walks away thinking how scared An Chuxia might actually be. Ling Hanyu just turns away.

Is this really how they should help Han ayi? They seem to have forgotten that Jiang Yuan gave them the task to do everything possible to match An Chuxia and Han Qilu.

So far, it seems impossible.

Golden suns.h.i.+ne sprinkles on An Chuxia this evening. Right now, everything seems beautiful and peaceful. A flock of white pigeons fly to the top of the church and politics building. She turns around and looks at them, entranced.

“How long are you going to be standing there?” The sound of Qilu's voice comes from behind. An Chuxia hurriedly turns around, only to find the Bentley quietly parked at the school gate. Han Qilu is calling out to her from the rolled-down window.

Ah, she almost forgot they had to go to school together.

She runs quickly to the car, opens the door and looks at Han Qilu apologetically. “I am sorry for keeping you waiting.” She also apologizes to the driver.

Han Qilu didn't care much for her apology but it touches the driver. He turns his head and reminds her kindly, “Miss Xia, it's early. Once you've secured your seat belt, we will leave.”

She nods, buckles the seat belt, and puts the stack of books to her left, separating her and Han Qilu.

Although her action is unintentional, Han Qilu sees it as purely intentional! The car starts and takes them home.

“You're slower than a snail.” His eyes are full of scorn despite his eyes focusing on the the laptop. If it weren't for An Chuxia watching his lips move, she would've mistaken his words for auditory hallucinations.

Slowly, she bows her head. She doesn't know how to respond.

“Miss Chuxia, don't you have your phone on you? Master tried calling you several times.” The driver asks to break the tension.

Mobile phone.

“I remember I took it.” She recalls picking it up this time. She fishes the device from her breast pocket. She remembers turning it off while she was in cla.s.s.

“It was switched off,” she says in embarra.s.sment.

She presses the power b.u.t.ton, and sure enough, the screen shows several missed calls. Each one was from Han Qilu. It looks like he was impatient.

She mentally curses Xiao Mingluo and Ling Hanyu. Suddenly, her phone vibrates. She answers it on the the first ring.

CHAPTER 72

Tearing the Letter

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

“h.e.l.lo?” Her crisp voice reverberates through the phone. On the other end of the phone is a fl.u.s.tered An Chenchuan. For someone who's always been impish, he wants to make a serious impression on An Chuxia.

She doesn't hear anything from the other side. She looks at the screen display. It says it's in call.

Strange, she says to herself. Why is there no sound? Is it a misdialed number? A prank call? She puts the phone back to her ear and repeats, “h.e.l.lo?”

Nothing but silence.

As she is about to hang up, she hears a voice.

“It's me.”

Two simple words prevent her from hanging up. She tilts her head and thinks. He sounds like An Chenchuan. Strange, how does he know her cell phone number?

Wondering, she asks, “Is this… Chenchuan?”

Han Qilu pauses his World of Warcraft game before resuming. He listens to her conversation with indifference. Chenchuan is the name of a man…

Okay… There are no other words.

“What is it?” She smiles and asks. She recalls seeing An Chenchuan look at her differently this afternoon. For that, she felt a bit sympathetic.

He pretends to be calm but his trembling voice gives him away. “I want to know… have you read the letter I gave you?”

Is he afraid of her? She chuckles. “I've not. I just got in the car.”

“Okay, goodbye.” Then, she hears a busy tone.

She hangs up, perplexed. Putting the phone aside, she pulls the envelope from her coat pocket. She tears the blue envelope with the light blue letterhead. It is simple, but elegant.

She starts reading. An Chuxia, I…

“What are you doing?!” An Chuxia yells at Han Qilu as he grabs the letter from her hands. She has only read the saluations.

He scans at the note and reads: An Chuxia, I like you. If I take the general exam and score high, please contact me.

His handwriting is not the best, but he seems sincere in writing the note. However, it's what's between the lines that annoys him!

His mouth hooks but it isn't a smile. He glances at an angry An Chuxia. The grin on his face increases. He tears the letter into pieces and throws it out of the window.

…like snowflakes scattering in the wind.

She is so angry she wants to reach out and strangle him. However, she hears Han Liuhai in the back of her head saying, “…as a child, he wanted to make friends. But again and again, his dream has been broken. Since then, he no longer believes in anybody, and his personality has become more volatile.”

Definitely, his character changes a lot. She stares at Han Qilu, who remains mute, sitting back against his seat.

A tear escapes. Why is she crying? Is it because his game is so noisy?

Never again will she give in to her emotions while he's in front of her. She takes a deep breath. She slowly lowers her eyelids, her long lashes hide her emotions.