Translated by: newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

TN: I couldn't find a General w.a.n.g Qingquan, but I found a General Qiu Qingquan

General Qiu Qingquan (邱清泉; 27 January 1902 - 10 January 1949) who was an ROC Army general who partic.i.p.ated in numerous wars. When he failed to save General Huang Baitao in the Chinese Civil War, he committed suicide on the battlefield. (source: baidu)

"Not really, Ou Xi. Listen to me… ." She is so anxious to explain she walks quickly toward her. "I'm doing this for you. Listen to me before something happens. His words made two friends turn into enemies. I believe Xiao shao does this often… ."

Ou Xi isn't listening. Instead, she raises her hand to Ou Ya and slaps her. "Shut up! I don't want to hear anyone slander young Master Xiao; even if she's my older sister!"

She turns, leaving a melancholic Ou Ya standing in the empty bathroom.

She reaches out and strokes her cheek. Her eyes, somber. Ou Xi is brainless even in her childhood. But this time, she fears that if she's not careful around Master Xiao, he'll be slapping Ou Xi instead for saying the wrong thing. As an elder sister, she has to shout and wrangle…. What is she supposed to do? Who can tell her what to do?

Right! Her dim pupils suddenly brighten. She suddenly recalls the country girl. If she heard young master Xiao correctly, he called her Chuxia. Xiao Chuxia… Her brow suddenly stratifies. How can she forget Xiao Chuxia is An Chuxia! She is Stein's famous Chuxia!

She once heard Chuxia slapped young master Han and he didn't lose his temper. However, Mo Xinwei bullied her and he helped her. She also heard she is more than likely Master Han's fiancee. If it's true, they will be able to help them! After all, they also helped Chuxia, right?

She gazes at her clear eyes (as she stares at the mirror), similar to General w.a.n.g Qingquan's. She can't refuse her. Tomorrow, she has to find her and ask her help!

In the Milestone Hotel's presidential suite, Han Qilu sits helplessly on the bed watching An Chuxia repeatedly distress over money. "Huhu, my money, my eight lifetimes, I haven't earned five thousand. Mr. laoda… I made a mistake. My money… ."

The corners of Han Qilu's mouth couldn't help but twitch bitterly. It seems, this is the first time he's ever seen someone drunk and shout about money. Didn't this woman fall on a pile of money? Why is she concerned about making money? Living in the Han household, she has good food to eat, good clothes to wear, unlimited credit cards… Why does she need money? Could it be… .

He's suddenly paralyzed. Is it possible she wants to move out? Drunk Chuxia holds on to a soft pillow, crying. Suddenly, she feels a gloomy, cold light poke her in the back. She turns her head, her eyes in a trance. She rushes into Qilu's arms. "Huhu, mother, I'm cold… ."

At first, he was elated because of her reaction. But then, did this girl actually call him 'mother'? Taking a few deep breaths, he suppresses the urge to strangle her. Over and over, he tells himself she is drunk. This helped make his anger subside.

"Young master." A sudden knock is heard from the half-opened door.

He lowers his gaze as he looks around the room before looking back at An Chuxia. He wanted to leave but she holds on to him tightly. His eyes suddenly soften. He lifts his eyes and looks toward the door. He says in a low voice, "Come in."

"Yes, young master." The door gently opens. The waiter walks in respectfully before standing firmly in place in the hallway. "Young master, here's the hangover soup you requested."

Qilu shoots a look at the steam emitting from the bowl of hangover soup. He picks up An Chuxia and staggers. She slumps against him. The waiter by his side steps forward to help but Han Qilu glares, scaring him away. "Then, young master, I will take my leave. If you need anything else, call us."

After Han Qilu's eyes dismiss him, the waiter slightly nods and backs out toward the entrance. After shutting the door gently, the waiter releases a sigh of relief. He now understands why the waiter on duty refused to take the hangover soup. Because the young master… he's terrible to his wife! How terrible! However, he's actually gentle to the young lady. He shakes his head, thinking this isn't what he should be pondering. He turns and leaves quickly.

"Well, you should first drink the soup so you won't be dizzy… and don't cry, okay?" His voice is incredibly gentle. Upon hearing his own voice, he even thought it strange. But the girl still restlessly moves against his bosom. "Huhu, my money."

He clenches his teeth. Being gentle is not effective! One of Han Qilu's arms takes the hangover soup while the other encircles her body. He says coldly, "Drink the soup. I'll give you money. Otherwise, I'll take it away."

She's silent for a few seconds. He thought his tactic was effective. As he was about to give her the soup, she cries loudly. "Huhu, mother is never this angry with An Chuxia. Chuxia didn't manage mother… huhuhu."

He shows astonishment. This girl, she really thinks he's her mother. Well, just this time. Once! Once she wakes up, he'll tell her who he is! Tightening his chin, Han Qilu softens his tone. His voice is not coa.r.s.e, but mixed with awkwardness. "Good, drink the soup. Mother isn't angry with you, okay? I'll give it back to you so you can buy many things. I'll give you a lot of money."

"Really?" An Chuxia stops crying. Her puzzled eyes open wide as she stares at Han Qilu. Her chest and throat burns, making her uncomfortable. Her brain is muddled. She doesn't know what they're talking about.

Nodding slightly, she asks, "When did my mother fool you, huh?" His fist b.a.l.l.s as he listens to Chuxia. This dead girl. How frustrating! He decides Atlantis will no longer promote new c.o.c.ktails on Sat.u.r.days! Ever!

Scratching her hair, Chuxia giggles. "Right, mother hasn't deceived me."

"Come, drink the soup." He takes the bowl to An Chuxia's lips. She sips a bit before scrunching her face. "Very strange flavor. An Chuxia doesn't want to drink it!"

It is only human for him to be on the edge. Han Qilu can't find any way but compromise himself to make her drink the soup. Sipping the broth in his mouth, he aligns his mouth with hers and lets her drink it little by little so she won't fight it.

She tries to escape Han Qilu by waving her small hand at him. But he pries her lips with her tongue. She's quiet, but tense. Taking advantage of the situation, he parts from her lips and says clearly, "This makes it difficult to drink… ."

Translated, edited, and proofread by: newbienoona

He finally stares at her fiercely, ignoring her pained expression. Han Qilu leisurely sips the soup in his mouth, aligns his lips with hers and kisses them while having her consume the hangover soup from his mouth.

This cycle continues a few times until the bowl of soup is emptied. Pale yellow soup stains her white clothes, making it look offensive.

"Mother." An Chuxia holds on to Han Qilu. She frowns and says, "A moment ago, that thing, did I not drink well? It was hard to drink… huhu."

Clenching his teeth, Han Qilu faintly says, "Uhm." His face is complex. He asks himself, in his heart, who is An Chuxia? Today, Mingluo mentioned her to him while they were in Atlantis when his mind was already filled with shadowy thoughts of her. So, upon hearing her call his name, he thought he was dreaming.

When he rose to see her at that moment, his chest was bursting with joy. But when he saw her mouth covered, he wanted to kill those girls with all his heart. He a.s.sumed they were the ones who helped her get into Atlantis, and why he let them off. Perhaps, in his heart, An Chuxia is that weight in his heart, something much heavier than the person herself.

"Mother, I am so uncomfortable." His chaotic emotions went from worry to anger as he hears An Chuxia.

"An Chuxia, you threw up on me!" He shoves her away before raising his arm to take off his coat. His brow knits before looking back at her. "You better sober up immediately so you can apologize. Otherwise, you're dead!"

Failing to sit up from the bed, she mutters, "It's uncomfortable, so hard… ." The room fills with silence. A minute later, he closes his eyes, clenches his teeth, and turns toward the bathroom. After today's account, he will sum up each and every debt. Ling Hanyu, what did you do to her?

 After several minutes, An Chuxia blinks. She's confused. Her eyes are suddenly clear. Her throat is on fire, like something spicy exploded within. Her head is slightly dizzy. Sitting up from the bed, she looks at the room. It is good she is in a place that looks strangely familiar. But where is here?

She hears the sound of water coming from the bathroom. She walks toward the room and is surprised the door is tightly shut. She sees an empty bowl and a gla.s.s of water next to the bedside table. She didn't want to drink the water, but her throat immediately felt more comfortable after drinking it. Getting back out from the bed, she wonders what thief is behind the bathroom door.

She tries to recall but her brain is drawing a blank. Her final memory was of Atlantis, where Han Qilu approached her from the couch. Later… she can't remember what happened. She only remembers fragments: Ou Xi clutching her mouth, Ou Ya being pushed to the ground. Other facts, she can't remember.

She desperately tries to recollect her thoughts when the bathroom door suddenly opens. Her eyes can't miss Han Qilu's exposed torso, pink from his shower. The moment he sees her, he's shocked. However, he calms down immediately. His Adam's apple bobs a few times before gruffly saying, "Looks like you've awoken."

An Chuxia is confused. "Why am I here? Shouldn't I be in Atlantis? Also, why are you naked? Are you an exhibitionist? Han Qilu, do you think your body is that good? Okay, that's hilarious!"

After she finishes blabbering, he looks at her deeply, then takes her wrist and yanks her to the side of the bed. The move scares her. This boy won't… .

"What do you think I want to do? Are you afraid of my body?" He snorts. "Unbelievable… Do you know what this is?" He points at the reeking black/white collared s.h.i.+rt on the floor.

She pulls her hand away from Qilu and covers her mouth. With staring eyes she asks, "Don't tell me this. I didn't… ."

Suddenly, a fragment of her memory sparks. "Mother, I am so uncomfortable." … "An Chuxia, you threw up on me!" She really did this. Strange… because she didn't think the sweet cup would get her drunk. Impossible! Although she's never drank alcohol, she didn't know she could be drunk with just one drink.

As she remembers, Han Qilu opens his wardrobe in the suite which is filled with men's clothes. It immediately attracts her attention. Her memories are left behind. "How can there be clothes here? If I'm not mistaken, this was the hotel you took me to the last time I was lost."

He glances at her before smiling. "An Chuxia, how can you be so composed after seeing a man's naked torso?"

After hearing his statement, An Chuxia curls her lips. "I don't know about other people, but you… I'm used to seeing you. Why should I pretend not to notice? But this isn't the issue. Don't you have any women's clothing? I don't know why my clothes are dirty. How can it be yellow?"

Han Qilu's face darkens but is restored with a less ominous expression. "You were the one spitting. But now, you're asking me?" He didn't lie. She was spitting up the soup.

Her well-groomed eyebrows wrinkle. "I want a change of clothes. I feel like my body stinks to the high heavens!" She unexpectedly feels the contamination spread throughout her body, making her feel uncomfortable.

Without expression, Han Qilu opens the nearby closet and produces women's clothing. An Chuxia lays out a few pieces to compare but they're an exact replica of her outfit. Han Qilu says lightly, "I had the service desk transport the outfit a moment ago."

He certainly wouldn't tell An Chuxia he's asked to have the room ready with contingencies in the event something happens again. He just didn't expect something to happen so soon.

Post TL notes: Did Chuxia just say she won’t even pretend not to look at Qilu’s naked form? Oh my. And yes, I squealed when HQL tried to “feed” ACX like a baby bird.