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Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

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TL: Nima- (尼瑪) (ni ma)

Literally: h.o.m.ophonic characters of 你媽, which means "your mother."

Meaning: Come on! G.o.d! Jesus! Really?

Mo Xinwei is surprised to hear Han Qilu's concern. She wonders if their conversation is scripted.

"I just had to get my backpack. You shouldn't have been worried." Tired, she lowers her head. She wonders why someone like him would be worried about her.

Han Qilu speaks to Kang Wen. "Since the bag's been retrieved, you don't have to trouble yourself, Kang Mou, whatever your name is. You may leave."

He dips his head slightly toward Han Qilu before getting in the car. For a second, he glances at Mo Xinwei. Despite her straight posture, she's trembling.

An Chenchuan looks at An Chuxia and hands her the bag. “An Chuxia, it seems like you're very exhausted. Go rest. I'll head home first."

“This is your book.” The manager gives the review guide to An Chenchuan.

“Thank you. I had you run everywhere to help me get my bag back," she says apologetically.

"It's okay now that you're happy." An Chenchuan raises his hand and rubs An Chuxia’s head. “My good meimei."

An Chuxia smiles. An Chenchuan turns to Han Qilu and says, “After today's incident, I've decided to give up. Please cherish her. Goodbye."

“Given up what?" An Chuxia wants to ask An Chenchuan, but he turns away. These two boys are really strange. But right now, she just wants to go home and sleep.

“Ah-!" She suddenly feels his head over hers. Han Qilu suddenly takes a look at her, having been scared silly. “Why don't you just shoot me, ah?!"

He stares at her and faintly says, "Since he touched you, I order you to wash up as soon as we get back home." Confident with his orders, he takes out his mobile and calls steward Han.

She was going to fight him on this but something else came to mind. Her gaze pans to Mo Xinwei. Maybe she can no longer let this go. She could've been killed and no one would've known!

"Lovely weather today, isn't it?" It takes her a while to come up with the greeting but she realizes it doesn't matter since they're not friends. She wants to confront Mo Xinwei, but her heart cautions her to be wiser.

Recalling what just happened made her heart burst with emotion. It was flush but sorrowful. Nima!

Mo Xinwei's expression changes as she hears An Chuxia. The emotions range from fear, to astonishment, then tranquility. An Chuxia seems really calm. How can she recover so quickly?

"Yes?" Mo Xinwei desperately attempts to mask her fear. She knows An Chuxia won't dare say a word. Anything she'll say is an empty threat… She's innocent in whatever transpired.

As a schemer, Mo Xinwei puts on an air of indifference… In school, everyone's afraid of her. There's no way she'd lose to this woman.

An Chuxia decides today is the day when enough is enough. "That gentleman, Kang Wen, do you know him?"

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

Upon asking the question, Mo Xinwei's eyes jump. She immediately replies, "I don't know him!"

"Oh, at first, you didn't know him," An Chuxia says thoughtfully, smiling. Then, she suddenly raises her hand to smack the slim girl. In the first two seconds, Chuxia mutters to Xinwei, "If you dare fight back, I will tell Kang Wen to confess your contribution to this scheme."

Then, she raises an eyebrow before cryptically saying. “Mo Xinwei student, facing the truth is fine!"

Surprised, Mo Xinwei doesn't dare react. If Kang Wen testifies, she will die an ugly death. She smiles dryly. "An Chuxia, you're really funny."

"Yeah, that's what they all say." Chuxia smiles like a lady. To show her up, she twists from the waist and pulls Qilu to her side. "My husband, ah, how long before steward Han picks us up? We'll definitely die quickly from the heat."

Mo Xinwei is aghast. How can An Chuxia be so cool? She almost loses her chast.i.ty and here she is, saving face! Finally, Xinwei says to Qilu, "I'm leaving first." She escapes like she just ate some stool.

Her plan is falling in place. But now, she stands next to her husband. He tugs on her chin as he gently bows his head to stare at her. It takes a while before he says, "You're in rare form today. You will be spoiled."

Spoiled? Like spoiled shrimp? Oh… that's what it could be. That's not difficult!

"Miss! You just called the young master what?! Can you repeat it?"

An Chuxia isn't able to answer Han Qilu in time since his phone rings in his hand. He answers the devices excitedly.

"Old man, what's taking you so long? I just heard something wrong and I need you to come over and quickly confirm what I heard. Ha ha ha!" A smile spreads on her face and she couldn't help but laugh. She immediately tries to take the device from Han Qilu's hands and prss the hang up b.u.t.ton.

Mother! The statement was supposed to light up Mo Xinwei. She doesn't wish for steward Han to hear it! No, she has to wait for steward Han to die. She can't afford to call Han Qilu her husband!

"Listen, you misheard me. Really, what you heard was wrong!" An Chuxia raises her head to see him smile at her. His smile… so chaste. This is terrible!

He shakes his head. She suddenly laughs and laughs. "You heard wrong… husband… ."

Han Qilu nods. "The young master has decided. On Monday, I'm telling steward Han to have the school announce you are my fiancée!"

The shrimp…!!!

"Oh, my husband, it would be wise to keep a low profile in school. After all, we're still in high school. Our future is still long and spread out. It will affect your reputation, husband." An Chuxia says in a sing-song voice. Internally, she wants to erase what she just said and slap herself. Nima, how to change?

His eyes jump and he listens to her. Later, he peers gently into her narrow eyes and stares at them. "You really like me?"

"Of course!" She doesn't want to look at Han Qilu's chest. "We are in the same boat. Aren't we family as well?"