When An Chuxia receives the bag, he says, “To take care of your ‘strawberry sundae’ . ” She can’t help but turn beet red .

She won’t usually see things from this perspective, but this key moment is quite intimate! She dresses up quickly before heading out to meet Han Qilu .

“Dinner is over there,” he says, pointing to the three course dinner on the table .

An Chuxia doesn’t speak . She quietly eats dinner with relish . After getting a hot bath and eating dinner, her stomach feels like she won’t be able to eat like this for three days . She’s not felt anything but hunger and panic .

She actually eats the three meals . She feels sated; not very full but not hungry .

The dinner provided by the five-star hotel has a variety of dishes but they’re only a few mouthfuls . The quant.i.ty served is not for ordinary people who eat fast food .

Han Qilu inhales his last smoke as he watches An Chuxia finish her meal . The smoke surrounding him looks like a vulgar fantasy .

He throws the cigarette b.u.t.t into the crystal ashtray . He picks up his wet jacket . Looking at Chuxia, he asks, “Full?”

She knows they have to go back home . “I’m fed . ”

“Then let’s head back,” he says as he turns for the door . An Chuxia is anxious to stop him . Her eyes stare at his chest . Her mouth, slow to speak .

He smirks . Throwing her a cynical look, he asks, “What, you don’t want to leave? Do you want to be with me here and spend the night?”

Her face instantly turns red . She takes a step back, putting her hand against her chest . “No! That’s nonsense!”

Han Qilu’s face broke into a huge grin, letting her in on the joke . “Then let’s go . It’s getting late . ”

As they step out of the presidential suite, An Chuxia has a moment of ideological struggle . Should she thank him or pretend that nothing happened? He gave her the shame of her life, but she can’t forget how many times he stepped in to help her in her time of need .

She bites her tongue as she chases after him . “Wait!”

“What else do you want, Miss An?” he sighs, standing in place while waiting for her to speak .

An Chuxia didn’t stare at his chest this time . There is nothing but open silence . Then, she utters, “Thank you very much for helping me today . ”

She’s referring to Mo Xinwei’s provocation in the cla.s.sroom and the playground where she was penalized . She’s also referring to him finding her in the rain and taking her to the hotel so she can clean up and not shame herself in front of her benefactors .

Suddenly and unexpectedly, she owes so much to Han Qilu’s humanity toward her .

“Thank you?” Han Qilu’s eyes flash . “Do you have anything else to say?”

Other words…

An Chuxia’s mind starts racing, wondering what he’s referring to . She pauses, raises her head and says, “I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you before . Rest a.s.sured, I won’t do it again . I will not tell you what to do with your relations.h.i.+ps, nor will not make you feel disgusted, and I will try to avoid meeting with you . ”

What she doesn’t notice after making her statement is the bleak expression on Han Qilu’s face .

When An Chuxia receives the bag, he says, “To take care of your ‘strawberry sundae’ . ” She can’t help but turn beet red

She won’t usually see things from this perspective, but this key moment is quite intimate! She dresses up quickly before heading out to meet Han Qilu

“Dinner is over there,” he says, pointing to the three course dinner on the table

An Chuxia doesn’t speak . She quietly eats dinner with relish . After getting a hot bath and eating dinner, her stomach feels like she won’t be able to eat like this for three days . She’s not felt anything but hunger and panic

She actually eats the three meals . She feels sated; not very full but not hungry

The dinner provided by the five-star hotel has a variety of dishes but they’re only a few mouthfuls . The quant.i.ty served is not for ordinary people who eat fast food

Han Qilu inhales his last smoke as he watches An Chuxia finish her meal . The smoke surrounding him looks like a vulgar fantasy

He throws the cigarette b.u.t.t into the crystal ashtray . He picks up his wet jacket . Looking at Chuxia, he asks, “Full?”.

She knows they have to go back home . “I’m fed . ”.

“Then let’s head back,” he says as he turns for the door . An Chuxia is anxious to stop him . Her eyes stare at his chest . Her mouth, slow to speak

He smirks . Throwing her a cynical look, he asks, “What, you don’t want to leave? Do you want to be with me here and spend the night?”.

Her face instantly turns red . She takes a step back, putting her hand against her chest . “No! That’s nonsense!”.

Han Qilu’s face broke into a huge grin, letting her in on the joke . “Then let’s go . It’s getting late . ”.

As they step out of the presidential suite, An Chuxia has a moment of ideological struggle . Should she thank him or pretend that nothing happened? He gave her the shame of her life, but she can’t forget how many times he stepped in to help her in her time of need

She bites her tongue as she chases after him . “Wait!”.

“What else do you want, Miss An?” he sighs, standing in place while waiting for her to speak

An Chuxia didn’t stare at his chest this time . There is nothing but open silence . Then, she utters, “Thank you very much for helping me today . ”.

She’s referring to Mo Xinwei’s provocation in the cla.s.sroom and the playground where she was penalized . She’s also referring to him finding her in the rain and taking her to the hotel so she can clean up and not shame herself in front of her benefactors

Suddenly and unexpectedly, she owes so much to Han Qilu’s humanity toward her

“Thank you?” Han Qilu’s eyes flash . “Do you have anything else to say?”.

Other words….

An Chuxia’s mind starts racing, wondering what he’s referring to . She pauses, raises her head and says, “I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you before . Rest a.s.sured, I won’t do it again . I will not tell you what to do with your relations.h.i.+ps, nor will not make you feel disgusted, and I will try to avoid meeting with you . ”.

What she doesn’t notice after making her statement is the bleak expression on Han Qilu’s face