Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

An Chuxia is about to get out, but she suddenly stops . Her fingers are on the door handle .

Ling Hanyu is about to ask her what’s wrong when An Chuxia looks at him with an embarra.s.sed look . She turns to him hesitantly . She should do the sensible thing and get out obediently . However… .

“That… I… Hey!” She sighs .

Ling Hanyu suddenly becomes indifferent to her as she takes a deep breath . “Get out quickly . I want to get home and watch some anime . ”

“Hey, hey . ” An Chuxia smiles while scratching her head . “I want to say… . ”

“I’ll pay you . Now, get out!” His face remains neutral, but An Chuxia can see his lips twitch unconsciously .

Before him, her brazen self has returned . She doesn’t care she’s returned to her true form . “Laoda… . ”

“Don’t let me hear you call me that again,” Ling Hanyu challenges . Under the faint moonlight, he looks like an angel . An Chuxia is momentarily stunned and realizes how good-looking he is… in this world, how can she run into so many of them?

“Seen enough yet?” He raises his brow to challenge her again . An Chuxia wonders if all handsome men have the same characteristics .

Chuxia lightly coughs to conceal her embarra.s.sment . “To be honest, your face is ashen . ”

“Ah?” Ling Hanyu drops his eyebrow and peers at the rearview mirror while An Chuxia reaches over to rub a spot on his face .

He lifts his eyes to her while An Chuxia slyly looks at him . “Never mind . I can help you clean up . I know I don’t have to but I want to say… I’m not someone who’s money-grubbing… I’m not the greedy kind . ”

Ling Hanyu smiles faintly, but his eyes narrow to slits as he tries to judge if An Chuxia is being sarcastic . But she’s just being deprecating .

He wonders: what kind of person isn’t greedy for money? There’s always a reason to be greedy . The love for money is natural, if not forced by life’s circ.u.mstances, right?

No one would love money because of money itself . Some love money because they want to buy their dream car . Some, to acquire beauty… she, to be free .

An Chuxia’s expression seems complex . He looks away from her mischievous face, his eyes look forward, past the gla.s.s, and looks at the small tree on his line of sight .

“An Chuxia, do you know you’re a lot like Han Qilu?” His abrupt statement scares her . She doesn’t know what to say .

Then, she hears him sigh loudly . “Don’t be stubborn when you need money . I don’t know why you need it, and I don’t want to know . You just need to know… no matter what you want, I’ll give it to you . ”

She stares at him with wide eyes . “Why?”

He moves his lips, but his face remains stiff . “Because in my grandmother’s manhua, the protagonist’s name is Chuxia . ”

“Because of that?” She’s suddenly confused .

Sure enough, people with money and mere mortals are different . Just because of a name or something, a person will be given what they ask for… .

“Get out . ” His brow lifts . “Your ma is coming . ”

Translated by newbienoona.

Edited and proofread by anks.

An Chuxia is about to get out, but she suddenly stops . Her fingers are on the door handle

Ling Hanyu is about to ask her what’s wrong when An Chuxia looks at him with an embarra.s.sed look . She turns to him hesitantly . She should do the sensible thing and get out obediently . However…

“That… I… Hey!” She sighs

Ling Hanyu suddenly becomes indifferent to her as she takes a deep breath . “Get out quickly . I want to get home and watch some anime . ”.

“Hey, hey . ” An Chuxia smiles while scratching her head . “I want to say… . ”.

“I’ll pay you . Now, get out!” His face remains neutral, but An Chuxia can see his lips twitch unconsciously

Before him, her brazen self has returned . She doesn’t care she’s returned to her true form . “Laoda… . ”.

“Don’t let me hear you call me that again,” Ling Hanyu challenges . Under the faint moonlight, he looks like an angel . An Chuxia is momentarily stunned and realizes how good-looking he is… in this world, how can she run into so many of them?.

“Seen enough yet?” He raises his brow to challenge her again . An Chuxia wonders if all handsome men have the same characteristics

Chuxia lightly coughs to conceal her embarra.s.sment . “To be honest, your face is ashen . ”.

“Ah?” Ling Hanyu drops his eyebrow and peers at the rearview mirror while An Chuxia reaches over to rub a spot on his face

He lifts his eyes to her while An Chuxia slyly looks at him . “Never mind . I can help you clean up . I know I don’t have to but I want to say… I’m not someone who’s money-grubbing… I’m not the greedy kind . ”.

Ling Hanyu smiles faintly, but his eyes narrow to slits as he tries to judge if An Chuxia is being sarcastic . But she’s just being deprecating

He wonders: what kind of person isn’t greedy for money? There’s always a reason to be greedy . The love for money is natural, if not forced by life’s circ.u.mstances, right?.

No one would love money because of money itself . Some love money because they want to buy their dream car . Some, to acquire beauty… she, to be free

An Chuxia’s expression seems complex . He looks away from her mischievous face, his eyes look forward, past the gla.s.s, and looks at the small tree on his line of sight

“An Chuxia, do you know you’re a lot like Han Qilu?” His abrupt statement scares her . She doesn’t know what to say

Then, she hears him sigh loudly . “Don’t be stubborn when you need money . I don’t know why you need it, and I don’t want to know . You just need to know… no matter what you want, I’ll give it to you . ”.

She stares at him with wide eyes . “Why?”.

He moves his lips, but his face remains stiff . “Because in my grandmother’s manhua, the protagonist’s name is Chuxia . ”.

“Because of that?” She’s suddenly confused

Sure enough, people with money and mere mortals are different . Just because of a name or something, a person will be given what they ask for…

“Get out . ” His brow lifts . “Your ma is coming . ”.

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