Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

Obviously, the angel with the same smile says it like a messenger from h.e.l.l. Three hundred times… .

So every cla.s.s, whether it's Cla.s.s A's cla.s.sroom, corridor, the playgrounds, the Stein College gardens, the libraries, or toilets, anyone can hear Cla.s.s A reciting various theorems,.

This makes the students in the other cla.s.ses feel terrible. Is this inspiration or the end of the world?

Lunch time arrives and Han Qilu, for the first time, stands in front of cla.s.s A cla.s.sroom's door waiting for her. This, of course, causes a great stir in the crowd. The girls in the other cla.s.ses glare at her, giving her a bad feeling.

“Let's go, you're so slow!” Han Qilu pulls her. She has to trot to catch up with his pace.

He didn't care about her but he drags her all the way to the Stein school gates, and then shoves her into the car before sitting in his usual seat. A lot of students stare out the school gates, stunned.

Do they eat together? Is the rumor that An Chuxia is young master Han's fiancée true?

Mo Xinwei leads a bunch of girls to the school gate. Her driver has been waiting for her there, but she doesn't get in. She's sullen. With both arms crossed at her chest, she angrily looks at the Han's Bentley as it leaves.

Isn't it obvious she is Han Qilu's real girlfriend?

Ying Taoqiu suddenly yells. “How could young master Han be pleased by that thing?!”

Mo Xinwei looks at Taoqiu, puzzled. “What thing?”

Taoqiu doesn't speak, but waves her hand toward Mo Xinwei. “Rest a.s.sured, An Chuxia is just a pa.s.sing fancy to Han Qilu. He has been looking for opportunities for An Chuxia.”

“Really?” Xinwei doesn't dare believe Taoqiu but it has to be unlikely, right?

Mo Xinwei looks at Ying Taoqiu. She opens the door to the Bentley and sits. “Believe it or not, this isn't the time to ask or think about An Chuxia. Where are we going?”

The door closes with a loud bang. The car quickly disappears in the line of sight.

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“Hey! What you did is going to make me public enemy number one to all the girls!” An Chuxia shoots Han Qilu a dissatisfied look. He just slowly closes his eyes. He doesn't want to look at her.

Her mouth twitches. She knows Han Qilu doesn't like talking when she's talking. Upset, she looks at the window and stares away.

What she doesn't know is Han Qilu heard the school bell from the third music cla.s.sroom and ran out to pull her to the car just because… he didn't want An Chuxia to hear An Chenchuan's confession.

“Remember who you are. You're my exclusive maid.” He suddenly makes a statement. Shocked, she doesn't speak.

But in her heart, she scolds him. Naive! Too naive! His naive approach will kill her little life!

Back in A cla.s.s, An Chenchuan sits pitifully staring at An Chuxia's empty seat. Today, he thought, finally, he can confess to her once cla.s.ss have ended. What he didn't expect is Han Qilu picking her up from the cla.s.sroom to take her home.

Didn't he say he didn't want to let everyone know she's his fiancée? Then what is his case?

“Huh? Chenchuan, you haven't left yet?” A boy who came back to the cla.s.sroom to pick up his cell phone finds Chenchuan in a trance.

An Chenchuan comes back to the moment and smiles wanly. “Ah, it was too crowded. I'll leave when everyone has left.”

CHAPTER 94

Menses Haven't Arrived…

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

“The hallway's empty… I'll head out first.” The boy did not think too much. He takes his cell phone from the drawer and runs out of the cla.s.sroom. Soon, the sound of footsteps disappear. Silence falls around.

“Your beauty is like fireworks, so beautiful…,” An Chenchuan says before his mobile phone rings in vain.

He pulls out the phone from his pocket and presses the answer key. His chauffeur asks if he's coming to the car. He says he'll be down soon. He eyes An Chuxia's desk. He quickly takes out a paper and pen from the drawer and writes a few words before heading to her seat. He tucks the penned letter in her pen pocket before heading out the cla.s.sroom.

He braves pursuing his happiness so that when he's old, he won't regret his decision.

An Chuxia sits at the table and stares at the steak. She has a headache but she doesn't dare show it. She smiles at Jiang Yuan and teases, “Ayi, how can you do steak again? If I eat meat everyday, I will become fat!”

Han Liuhai doesn't come home for lunch often since the commute would take too long. Despite Liuhai being chairman, the last time he's taken a break was when he was ill.

Jiang Yuan chews her steak slowly and says vaguely, “You are so thin. Of course the point of this meal is to fatten you up. You have to be presentable when my son presents you to me.”

She heads to the kitchen cabinet to take out a bag of dog food and a canister filled with milk bone intended for Batian.

“Eh? If you don't eat now, you won't have strength when Xiao Xia has a baby, ah?”

Han Qilu has yet to set foot into the dining hall when he hears his mother's statement. He stiffens and slowly turns to see the contempt in An Chuxia's eyes.

“With her? She won't be with child! Haven't your menses arrived?” Han Qilu mentions the word like it's acid on his tongue.

Han Qilu clutches his mouth, laughing, while the four or five servants stood still.

Several servants standing in the hall heard Han Qilu. They clutch their mouths, laughing.

“Do not laugh!” An Chuxia says despondently. Jiang Yuan, however, is angry.

He wipes his hands on his pants. “We haven't started conceiving a child. I wouldn't pick An Chuxia when she doesn't have a body or a face I desire.”

What is it called? Ah… An Chuxia is seeing red. Every single member of this home is a treasure.

“She has a chest so small, she's like a three-year old. No, I like my girls big.” Han Qilu sighs at her deficiency.

“Hey!” An Chuxia shoots up from the table. “”We haven't started conceiving a child? Haven't your menses arrived?””

As she echoes Han Qilu's words, she spits out, “My body may not be hot, but my menses… you should be aware when I had it!”

She really laid it this time. He wants to choke her as he grits his teeth. She really is… .

Han Qilu looks at her coldly and turns away. She watches him leave quickly. An Chuxia sits proudly to find a room full of people staring at her.

“Xiao Xia, why would he know when your menses arrive?”