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Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by pumpkingirl920

“Have you given up?” Han Qilu sneers at her as he shuts the screen on his laptop.

She opens her eyes slowly. Without looking at Han Qilu, she asks the driver nicely, “Shushu, may I trouble you to open the window? It seems to be locked."

The driver respectfully nods and presses a b.u.t.ton. Her side of the window slowly rolls down. The cool evening air feels refres.h.i.+ng against her neck. Her body starts relaxing.

An Chuxia, you can not be angry with him.

“Hey! Are you listening to me?” Han Qilu's tone is filled with anger.

Her gaze falls from the view beyond the window to the person next to her. He is painfully handsome, like a fairy tale prince. It's just a shame his temper is atrocious.

“No. I choose not to give up,” she answers with a cordial smile. Her response doesn't change his disposition. Perhaps, if she learns the art of being still, he won't see her as an inconvenience.

Besides, she doesn’t have a reason to give up. What's there to give up? She can't tell An Chen Chuan the letter got ripped and was blown away. He can personally tell her the contents of the letter!

An Chen Chuan, where did you get the nerve to write that?

He looks at An Chuxia nonchalantly. He can't be upset because he doesn't know what she means. Why won’t she give up?

He is puzzled with her behavior. She refuses to answer his question. He shoots her a look to make her squirm.

"I haven't given up," she chants. "I'll call and ask him. It doesn't matter. I know this won't bother you."

She can see his guilt eating him from within. Qilu abruptly swivels his head toward her. He wants to throw her out of the car.

The car pa.s.ses through the Han family gates. Halfway into the cobbled road, the car stops. Steward Han rushes to the front of the car before opening the door from Qilu's side. Another housekeeper runs quickly to Chuxia's side and opens the door for her.

She's still not used to this kind of treatment.

She starts walking away when suddenly, she remembers the stack of books she left in the car.

“Miss Xia, let me." The housekeeper who waited on her takes the books. She gives up and lets her take them.

Han Qilu, who was walking in front of her, suddenly stops and pivots.

He stares at An Chuxia's eyes. “An Chuxia, don't dare ask what's in that letter. Otherwise, you'll die."

He spits the sentence through gritted teeth. He is seething.

“Why?” She innocently blinks at Han Qilu.

He looks down on her. "Because it's my command as the young master. Did you forget? You're just my maid."

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

A/N: Bàtiān (霸天)- means insolent tyrant

b.u.m-rush- means to attack/seize with an overpowering rush

I think Qilu's dog is aptly named after his master's personality.

An Chuxia can't help but sigh at Han Qilu's high-handedness. "Well… okay. I won't ask, young master."

She mouths a 'wow' at steward Han, and like the old man, she bows to Qilu. Satisfied, the young master turns away.

As soon as he's far from earshot and line of sight, Chuxia chortles. "I won't call him. I'll just ask him in cla.s.s tomorrow."

Steward Han laughs heartily. He laughs so hard, the smile lines on his face are evident.

Since dinner is announced, she heads toward the dining hall. A shadow rushes her. At first, she thinks it's Aunt Jiang Yuan. But then, she's b.u.m-rushed and pushed to the ground.

But why is the shadow licking her face?

She opens her eyes slowly. She wasn't afraid until she realizes it wasn't Jiang Yuan hugging her but a giant black Tibetan mastiff! Warm saliva covers her face.

“Mama!" she cries out.

“Oh, my xiao Xia actually called me mama! Han Qilu, you need to get married tomorrow." Jiang Yuan's voice carries excitedly from the kitchen.

Half lying on the sofa, Qilu looks up impatiently. "Ma, we haven't grown that close. Besides, who said she called you mother? Come out and see!"

Upon hearing Qilu, Jiang Yuan runs out of the kitchen with a spatula in her hand. She sees Chuxia being kissed again and again by the giant Tibetan mastiff.

“Help! Save… ," Chuxia begs helplessly, as she tries blocking her face.

“b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Let go of my An Chuxia quickly!" Jiang Yuan is ready to use the spatula on the dog when Qilu suddenly interferes and stops her.

“Help… save… I… !” An Chuxia helplessly hinders the dog from licking her.

"You're going to use this to kill my Batian?" Han Qilu looks at his mother woefully. "Go back to your kitchen and leave this to me."

“The kitchen! Yes… my food!!! Xiao Xia, remember mama tried to save you!" She takes off with her spatula. An Chuxia is left in tears.

Relief courses through Qilu but he suddenly laughs coldly when he watches Batian throw himself at Chuxia.

As he walks toward An Chuxia, he says, "Batian, you seem too friendly with her!" His cold voice shocks the mastiff. He releases An Chuxia as soon as Qilu approaches.

He finds it odd Batian is friendly with her. He's usually indifferent when it comes to strangers. He also bites when he doesn't like what he sees, or if there's shouting involved. He remembers when Jiang Yuan sent the dog to training. He used to not bother spiders. Now, he's protective and fierce.

An Chuxia is scared to get up from the ground despite the dog leaving her. She suddenly scurries backwards. Batian notices her move and thinks they're playing a game. But in her mind, she is transported back to the past… .