Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

Qilu's face becomes more distorted as he listens to An Chuxia. "You mean you wished I didn't come back early so that you won't bother me while seducing other men?"

Seduce other men?

He's been aware of what's been happening these past two days. She has moved back to the Han residence, she has gone to school… when did she seduce other men?! Isn't that a horrible thing to say?

"Hey!" An Chuxia realizes he's become uncomfortable. She wants to fidget with her sleeves, but she realizes her pajama top has short-sleeves! =.=

She darts the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue before biting her lower lip. "What are you alluding to? Who knows if you seduced a woman while you were in the United States? What can I do about it? Anyway, I've got nothing to hide!"

Han Qilu's eyes flicker as he recalls Mankuai's visit. His chin tightens. He turns around and stops talking. He picks up the phone from the bedside table and places it in front of her.

He shows her a picture of her, smiling, while patting a man's back with affection.

The photo was taken well! But it seems like she had baggy eyes. It makes her feel more self-conscious… wait! This photo… isn't this taken when she and Ling Hanyu went out for lunch? Who took the photo? And why did Han Qilu have this photo?

One look into her eyes can tell she is burning with anger. "You sent someone to spy on me!"

Her tone is fixed. Han Qilu's eyes are met with layers of black waves… In the end, he says as a matter-of-fact: "An Chuxia, you know I won't make an exception. In my world, I won't allow betrayal."

An Chuxia was about to speak when Han Qilu gets up. He didn't change his clothes when he got home. He directly came to her room and fell asleep on her bed.

In my world, I won't allow betrayal.

Betrayal? An Chuxia's mouth twitches with a self-deprecating smile. Han Qilu, don't take yourself too seriously! She tosses the quilt and gets up from the bed. She changes her clothes and brushes her teeth. When she is done, there's still half an hour left before she has to head to school.

Han Qilu isn't at the table, and the surprise in her eyes speaks volumes. Jiang Yuan doesn't say much this morning. She just asks her if she wants milk.

"I'm done eating." She puts down the gla.s.s of milk, only drinking half of it. She takes the napkin from the maid and wipes her mouth before getting up.

"An Chuxia… ." Jiang Yuan looks pained. "I took the photo and pa.s.sed it on to Qilu. He left a lot of work in the States and came back to you… I didn't expect you two would start quarreling. Why were you arguing? When I got out of bed, I saw him still wearing his traveling attire, and his suitcase at the bottom of the stairs."

"You mean… ." An Chuxia blinks. "He didn't have a spy take a photo of me?"

"Of course not!" Jiang Yuan raises her right hand. "I swear against the blue sky that I took the photo!"

A bolt of lightning jolts An Chuxia!

With that confession, has she completely crushed Han Qilu? To be honest, her heart… feels crushed.

She looks up and asks, "Where did he go?"

Jiang Yuan whispers, "He told steward Han to prepare the private jet. He's on the way to the airport. He still has to return to work… Oh An Chuxia, where are you going?"

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

負荊請罪 (fujingqingzui) –  idiom: to bring a bramble and ask for punishment; offer a humble apology

大叔 (dashu) – uncle/eldest of father's younger brothers

"I bring a bramble and ask for punishment!!!" An Chuxia swears as her small, sky-blue backpack goes thump thump as she runs out of the hall. She runs all the way up to the gated pavement.

"Miss!" The car door is already open to take An Chuxia to school.

She takes one step before looking at the driver. "Go to the airport!"

Afraid that she didn't make herself clear, she adds: "The one Han Qilu will be flying from."

Dashu driver is sweating a black line… Where Han Qilu is taking off from? He doesn't have the skill to find where the Master is taking off from. He wants to laugh, but he chokes it when he sees the anxious look on the master's future mistress. "Yes, miss!" He turns back around and starts the engine, sending the black car out in high speed… .

"Han Qilu, why did you have to fly so soon!" She wrings her hands nervously. Frowning, she wants to explain this time. The urge to say sorry is strong.

It must be very important to collaborate in person when you're dealing in the US, right? But he hurried back just because of a photo… and she accused him of having someone spy on her.

In addition to being truly regretful, saying she isn't moved at all is definitely false.

Only ten minutes have pa.s.sed, but it feels like centuries have pa.s.sed. Just then, the driver says, "Miss, come." Dashu driver just hears the sound of the door rapidly opening and closing. Then, he hears An Chuxia's voice: "Dashu, jiayou!"

The driver shrugs. He didn't tell An Chuxia where the master's private jet sits… .

Raising his hand, the driver quickly calls steward Han. "Lao Chen, what's happening?"

Lao Chen looks around before talking again. "Steward Han, ah, Miss Chuxia asked me to take her to the airport to see the young master, but I didn't tell her where his private jet is. But this is a small airport, and she saw the plane and ran out to meet it so it won't fly away. What do you want me to do?"

"What?" Steward Han's voice trembles in excitement.

"Yes,… what's wrong? Should I park the car and go after her?" Lao Chen asks hesitatingly.

Steward Han hurriedly answers, "Don't you dare leave the car. Otherwise, you will be fired. Don't move!!!"

Lao Chen better not be a hindrance to steward Han. The driver hangs up the phone, head filled with doubt. He doesn't move, fearing he'd be fired.

"Who called, steward Han?" Han Qilu asks. His chin juts out, looking haggard. However, his mature appearance makes girls' heads turn as they pa.s.s through the small airport. In their eyes, Han Qilu glances at them, and makes them blush.

"Master! Don't go!" Steward Han proudly gives him the phone. "The mistress… she's here at the airport!"

Upon hearing his words, Han Qilu freezes. Then, he scans around the area. When he doesn't see her, his eyes narrow. They are angry, and leopard-like terrifying.