Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

An Chuxia doesn’t know, and she may never know what prompted Han Qilu to call her, but as spectators, we have a right to know what happened, what suddenly made him nervous to lose his patience .

“Master Han, for being someone so young, (your business ac.u.men) is very admirable . I hope we can do business with you again . ”

“Naturally,” Han Qilu says humbly as he smiles and shakes hands with the president of the company who just signed a deal with them . Han Qilu regards himself as an invincible beast who can be a fierce rival, but is respected and one who is trustworthy to deal with again .

Once he sits

in the town car, Qilu’s driver hesitates, then, turns . Qilu is reviewing the contract on his tablet . “Master, do you want to return directly to the hotel, or do you want to walk around?”

He freezes, looking up from the computer tablet and out through the car windows… .

Tall buildings, crowded, but not too noisy sidewalks, trees planted on them… The scene is strange, but familiar . There are people lining the sidewalks, as well as trees . But then he sees a girl at the corner of the street, come to contact with her lover with a kiss .

Emotions flash through his eyes before they turn black like the night . He can’t help but harden his heart .

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“Back to the hotel . ” He points toward the road with his lips . He hangs his head, finding a comfortable position to start working again . He came here not for her, but for work . Dreaming about roaming around with her… pure nonsense!

Since the Han Group is an international industry, it’s natural for them to have a branch in the United States . The driver takes him to one of the Han’s glamorous hotels . Any of these buildings are at his disposal .

After a short ten-minute drive, the car stops in front of a posh facility . With the rented rooms just twenty floors high, the hotel seems insignificant . A group of bodyguards surround him as

him as he walks toward his exclusive elevator . The lift takes him up slowly to the highest level: the 27th floor .

The elevator doors open slowly . He takes a step when he is met by someone .

Slightly curled, pale purple hair catches his eye . The woman is dressed in a light blue, extremely low cut evening dress . In one hand is a diamond, limited edition bag, while the other clutches a phone . She impatiently spits, “I told you several times today, don’t call me . I’m meeting someone important . ”

He doesn’t know what was said, but she simply hangs up the phone . She turns around and her eyes crash into Han Qilu’s gaze .

Caught

gaze .

Caught by surprise, she slowly smiles . It is Xiang Mankuai .

She knew Han Qilu is in the US, and was residing here, so she waited for him to arrive . While waiting, she strolled the hallway back and forth until he returned .

At that moment, her lips move . She doesn’t know what to say . Transparent liquid falls from her eyes . They’re tears .

“Qilu… . ” Missing him all these years, her feelings started overwhelming her . She still wants him . Granted, she collects any news about him . And even if she’s loved by ma.s.ses, she still feels lonely without him .

Finally, she has joined him… .