Translated by newbienoona

Edited by anks

[Sarcastically says,] “Your brain is there, and I don't have any ideas.” Zifei snorts softly, a smile shows in his eyes.

“Wow, there are a lot of beauties over there!” Daihu's attention is immediately drawn to the group of girls coming toward them. He can't hide his drool.

Seeing Daihu rubbing his hands together, Nangong Zifei shakes his head quite helplessly. He can't seem to persuade him. “We're safe in Stein. Don't worry about me.”

“Yes, yes. Of course! But… .” Daihu turns his head and looks at Nangong before saying, “Even as a student, it's normal to have a brother, right? Boss, rest a.s.sured, you won't be in trouble.”

Zifei remains speechless.

Before Daihu takes a step, a girl stops beside him, making his heart fill with joy. Are these little beauties approaching him? Is his spring coming?

But in reality, autumn has pa.s.sed, and spring is still far away. (Idiom: His window of opportunity is only an illusion.)

The girl may have approached him, but her goal isn't him, but Nangong Zifei!

“May I disturb Senior Zifei?” the girl asks shyly. “May we exchange contact information?”

Nangong Zifei notices Daihu's glum expression. He circles around the corner before taking a seat.

“Sorry, I don't know my contact information. You can ask my friend. I live with him, so you can get in touch with me through him,” Zifei says so “the mess” can go through Daihu.

“Okay, Senior Zifei!” the girl thanks him excitedly.

The group of girls surround Daihu. The girls push him as he looks at their Male G.o.d. “Ah? Mobile number? I have it. But you have to give me your numbers first!”

Nangong Zifei stands up and walks behind Daihu. He picks up a book and thwacks him with it. However, he didn't expect the book to bounce off of him.

“Ow! Boss, what are you doing?!” Daihu turns around and shouts. “Why did you hit me?”

“Reminding you that school's over.” Nangong Zifei shakes his head reluctantly. “I knew you'd give them your mobile number. Have you had your chuckles for the afternoon yet?”

Daihu reaches out and touches his face. “It seems like I've gotten my share, huh?”

“Zifei, Daihu ge… .” Mage's voice can be heard from the back of the cla.s.s. They both turn around to look at her. She then explains herself. “I waited at the bottom of the stairs for quite a while, and when you didn't show up, I came over to check on you.”

“Okay.” Nangong Zifei nods without expression and walks toward her.

Most of the students have left. As the three of them walk toward the gates, a car pulls over to pick them up. After getting into the vehicle, Daihu loudly says, “By the way, boss, I didn't mess around all afternoon. I heard some news.”

Nangong Zifei frowns, indicating he's listening.

“I heard dimei… .” Daihu stops himself and changes his verbiage. “An Chuxia was kidnapped and is still in the hospital!”

He thought Nangong Zifei would react, but he remains motionless. His eyes remain close. Daihu casts a doubtful glance at Mage. Is he this mesmerized by Mage? If so, this isn't good!

“Boss! Boss!” He calls out several times without response.

It is Mage who tugs on his outfit. She takes the newspaper from the backseat and hands it over to Daihu before whispering, “The newspaper has published the article.”

“What?” Daihu is surprised as he looks at the headline which talks about An Chuxia.

d.a.m.n it! He usually doesn't read the paper. It seems like he has to change his habit in the future!

* * *

The next day, Jiang Yuan arrives early at the hospital to help organize the discharge. The hospital isn't a good place to be. An Chuxia wanted to be discharged early in the morning. That would make her feel happy. Unfortunately, the discharge procedure is long.

With nothing left to do [but wait], Jiang Yuan pulls An Chuxia aside and asks, “What do men want? Give me a clue.”

“Like a gift?” She asks, as she thinks for a moment. There isn't any upcoming festivals or birthdays. What kind of gift is good for a man?

“Mommy, are you giving Qilu a gift for getting out of the hospital?” she asks, puzzled.

Jiang Yuan rolls her eyes and says, “What's the purpose of giving a gift to someone getting discharged? Besides, I'm not interested in buying presents for that stinky boy!”

“Then why are you buying gifts? You have to give me a reason so I can suggest something appropriate,” An Chuxia says.

It seems An Chuxia is right. Jiang Yuan stretches her neck and looks around. She pulls her in the bathroom before mysteriously saying, “I want to give a surprise (celebration)! I want to see if he remembers our anniversary without a reminder!”

So it was… .

“Relax, mommy. Although daddy is busy at work, I can see he cares about you and will remember the day.” An Chuxia pauses thoughtfully. “Tomorrow's the weekend, and I don't have to go to school. How about I go buy gifts with you?”

“Okay, that's settled! My little Chuxia is so thoughtful!” Jiang Yuan pinches Chuxia's cheek. “Let's go. Steward Han should've completed the discharge procedures. Go back to your room and get dressed. I brought you some clothes, but you have to wear slippers instead of tight shoes.”

“Okay.” An Chuxia walks out of the bathroom.

However, she doesn't expect that as soon as she walks out of the room, her eyes would lay on Han Qilu.

“Why are you two here?” Han Qilu has changed into casual clothes. Despite having a bandage on his head, it doesn't deter from his handsomeness.

An Chuxia can't help but pull down the hem of her clothes, and is about to explain when Jiang Yuan angrily pulls An Chuxia away. “Do you think we love being here with you? Chuxia, leave him alone!”

The matron pulls An Chuxia to the opposite side of the ward.

Han Qilu is stunned. He doesn't know what set off the menopausal woman today, but… .

Inexplicable.

When An Chuxia walks out of the ward, she is dressed in a dark blue, long sleeved denim dress. The mid-length, single breasted lapel dress comes down to her knees. The denim belt forms a bow on her waist, slimming her appearance. The only thing off from her appearance is the pair of furry, interstellar baby slippers on her feet, but it still makes her look cute.

“You look like a model in this outfit. Don't you agree, steward Han?” Jiang Yuan proudly asks.

“Yes, madame's eyes are so good.” Steward Han purses his lips and nods in agreement with Jiang Yuan.

“If we don't leave now, we will be trapped in the afternoon traffic!” Han Qilu states quietly; his dark set of eyes show no emotion.

Although Jiang Yuan has been upset lately every time she sees Qilu, he is right about the traffic headache. Once she's reminded, she ushers Chuxia to the elevators.

Several bodyguards accompany them since news leaked that they were getting discharged. They need to make sure nothing happens.

“Xiaonainai, remember to walk as fast as you can. There are a lot of reporters downstairs,” steward Han says to An Chuxia and Jiang Yuan after he answers his phone. “But don't be too anxious. Pay attention to your feet so you don't fall down.”

“Okay!” They both nod in the elevator before fighting their way out.

“Master, please don't stay. Follow the bodyguard.” Steward Han doesn't forget to remind Qilu.

Han Qilu has been used to this kind of scenario since he was a kid, so he's calm. He nods in acknowledgment. Right now, he's more worried about An Chuxia. Although her feet are okay, looking at her current footwear it can be deduced she might not be completely healed. If someone steps on her, there might be trouble.

She needs to take things one step at a time.

The elevator reaches the second floor, and they all take an involuntary deep breath. The elevator dings, and the doors open.

“Come out, they're out!” The crowd outside starts shouting, and the cameras point at the elevator entrance.

Despite having bodyguards posted beforehand, they underestimated the number of reporters showing up. A few reporters take advantage of the gaps left by the guards, and rush through the elevator entrance, surrounding An Chuxia instantly.

“Madame, xiaonainai, please be careful.” Steward Han frowns as he posts himself in front of them.

But with more and more people getting through, it's harder for them to move forward.

“Master, don't worry. Head on out first. Someone should wait for you out there.”

Steward Han ushers Han Qilu forward, but with so many cameras pointing at him, how could he leave?

“Make way!” He growls.

The ultrlow sound breaks the mood, and everyone gives him berth. The bodyguards take advantage of the situation, and move An Chuxia upfront.