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Disclaimer: Master Devil Don't Kiss Me, its contents and characters, are the property of Jin Xiamo. This is a work of fiction. This is an amateur translation of the novel. Please support this site by reading translations from this page.

Trigger Warning: some violence (slapping, forceful kissing, punching, name-calling, cursing) portrayed in the story. Consider this your warning.

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by pumpkingirl920

        – I will not have anything to do with you anymore.

　　- I will not make you feel awkward.

　　- I will try to avoid contact with you.

These words make Han Qilu stop in his tracks. She hates him that much. Feeling disgusted, he says to himself bitterly, Bravo, An Chuxia!

"An Chuxia, it's not I who greets death that you don't want to talk to me about relations.h.i.+ps. Shouldn't you just beg for mercy?" he asks, his tone cold. His eyes, filled with intimidation. However, his mouth betrays him since the sound of curiosity, despite the hint of anger, laces his words.

In Han Qilu's case, the angrier he is, the more bizarre his smle seems. There's a trace of beauty in it. It's such a shock one can't just appreciate its dazzling superficial beauty.

An Chuxia lowers her head and laughs; such a pure sound.

"If my death makes you happy, I'd be honored." She implies she will not beg him for mercy! She feels that in addition to what she owes others, this wouldn't be wrong.

He lowers his head. An Chuxia laughs again. Its pureness seems to disturb him.

"Smart mouth," he mumbles before turning away. Chuxia is relieved. Truth be told, Han Qilu's expression scares her. Although he smiles at her, there isn't any warmth behind it. It just makes it that much creepier.

An Chuxia's eyes follow Han Qilu's gaze. A man stands in the long corridor, making the atmosphere feel peculiar.

A second before the elevator completely closes, she moves to the side of the elevator next to Han.

He gazes at her slightly and doesn't speak again.

To An Chuxia, it felt like it took a year for the elevator to reach the first floor. A pleasant chime rings as the elevator doors open. One after another, they get out of the lift.

“Master, the car has been cleaned.” The hotel lobby manager hands him the business records respectfully.

Han Qilu only slightly nods. He is too lazy to talk to the manager. He walks out of the hotel doors without care. The attendant at the door props the door open for him to walk through. He just takes off!

An Chuxia has no control over Han Qilu driving away. She stands in place looking at Qilu's car disappear at the bend. She's at a loss. He's really the kind of person that once he's angry, it doesn't matter who lives and dies… .

As for Han Qilu wis.h.i.+ng for her death, she wishes from the bottom of her heart it comes for her swiftly. This way, she's forever freed from this moment, and maybe, joined with her mother.

Han Qilu looks at An Chuxia looking helpless from the car's side mirror. He speeds up, and soon enough, even her shadow can't be seen.

But he eventually relents. Taking out his phone, he calls the hotel manager. "Find a car and send her back to the Han residence." He hangs up and quickly heads to Xiao Mingluo's home. He doesn't want to stay under the same roof with An Chuxia.

The rain doesn't stop. An Chuxia looks up at the sky and sees nothing but darkness. Looks like she has to trouble Jiang Yang to send someone to pick her up.

Since she doesn't know where she currently is, she wouldn't even know how to get back to the Han mansion. More importantly, she didn't bring money for a cab so even that option is void!

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by lhie

“h.e.l.lo, miss,” the hotel manager initiates conversation with her when she makes the decision to call Jiang Yuan.

An Chuxia is a bit surprised. “h.e.l.lo! May I use your … .”

“Miss, before making a request, I have to ask first,” the manager interrupts her. “Do you intend to go back now or would you like to stay and play?"

“Huh?” She is too stunned to reply.

The manager smiles at her and explains. “Milestone Hotel belongs to the Han Group, and I just received an order. I am responsible for sending you back to the Han Mansion."

She is puzzled, but seeing one of the managers of the Han properties, she doesn't hesitate to believe him. She nods and smiles and says, “May I trouble you to send me back home now?"

“Okay.” The manager nods. He waves the servant to get the car. He turns around and asks An Chuxia. “Yes, you just need to borrow my… what?"

She shakes her head again and again. It takes too much effort to return to the Han mansion.

“I'm so sorry for all the trouble, manager,” she apologizes to the manager before getting into the car. The manager keeps smiling long after she has been driven away.

She can definitely say the Han staff seems to be warm and dedicated. Whether it is intentional or not, clearly, they are people with boundaries. Maybe they're that well-trained?

The rain has finally stops when she walks to the Han doors.

“Miss An, the lady and the master are waiting for you in the lobby. Please let them see you so they can be at ease.” The servant says while she smiles cheerfully to her. She is a bit surprised. She didn't think they'd still be up waiting for her.

She has barely enters the hall when shadows approach her. She unexpectedly falls into soft arms.

“Oh my darling baby! You finally came back!” Jiang Yuan wraps her arms around her and wouldn't let go. This child made her worry about her too much!

Jiang Yuan hugs her so tightly, An Chuxia is rendered breathless. If it weren't for Han Liuhai approaching them and tapping Mrs. Han on the shoulder to release her, she would've suffocated!

“Good, your clothes are not wet. Your uncle and I were worried you did not wait for Qilu to pick you up from that rain.” Jiang Yuan looks at An Chuxia from head to toe and is relieved. “Where's Han Qilu?"

She asks one question: Shouldn't he already be here?

Jiang Yuan sees the puzzled look in her eyes. Chuxia is forced to lie. She smiles and says, “He said had a lot of things to do today and he may sleep at a friend’s house so that you don't have to worry."

“This brat!” Jiang Yuan shouts.

“Well, your root cause is figured out in so many words.” Han Liuhai shakes his head and reminds his wife. “Don't you have a writer's interview on YY channel? An Chuxia is fine so you need to be preparing right now."

Jiang Yuan stares. “Thanks for reminding me! Otherwise, I would've forgotten! I have to leave early! An Chuxia, go to bed early, ah?"

“Yes.” She smiles and watches Jiang Yuan jump up and to run to the stairs. Sometimes she thinks Jiang Yuan is like a child.

Han Liuhai shakes his head and turns to An Chuxia. “An Chuxia, I think, maybe, you and I need to talk about certain things."