Chapter 154
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
TL Notes: Su Daji was the human embodiment of a nine-tailed fox spirit, who Nuwa herself had summoned to destroy a mortal king for his depravity (including lusting after Nuwa) but not to bring harm to the people .
King Zhou of Shang is the pejorative posthumous name given to Di Xin, the last king of the Shang dynasty, of ancient China .
She sits back and looks at the scenery outside the window before stealing a look from the rear view mirror . Suddenly, she hears Han Qilu say, “You didn’t want me to let him off?” He doesn’t wait for her reply before adding, “I’ll call the company and have him dismissed immediately . ”
“What?” An Chuxia cries out in surprise . She holds his hand as he is about to make the call . Shaking her head, she says, “Must you be like King Zhou of Shang and be like this? I won’t be Su Daji!” As soon as the words leave her mouth, she starts feeling warm… she notices Qilu has stopped . His eyes look at her brightly .
As if rousing from a dream, both arms protectively raise while shouting, “What do you want me to do?” She isn’t aware she presents herself as a feminist .
Han Qilu glances at her before chortling . He says, “Get out . Let’s have lunch . ” He breaks eye contact with her and opens his door . A foot has stepped out when An Chuxia grabs the hem of his shirt . With a light tug, Qilu stops . He looks at her, confused .
“What’s wrong?” He asks, smiling . He despises her, right? Hate? Regards with contempt?! Wait a minute, for what reason would Han Qilu would have her convinced he was going to make the man suffer for his own XXX [silence] instead of the contrary?
No, no… She isn’t angry . Although, she simply feels insulted . She looks up . The pupils in her eyes are limpid . “What I wanted to say was I had breakfast . Now I’m full and I don’t want to eat . ”
He doesn’t speak but he pets her head lightly . She doesn’t know what he’s thinking . The following second, he bends from the waist and gets out . Ping . The driver’s door closes .
“We eat to eat . It’s what supports you, dummy . ” He’s so unlikable! And he said he’s going to be polite? He is not human, inhuman! As she silently scolds him, a sudden force from behind her forces her out of the car .
“You bastard!” She rises . How did this assh*le get her out of the car? He asks her to accompany him to a meal knowing she isn’t feeling well? He stares at her every move whit his big eyes .
An Chuxia bravely meets his gloomy eyes . Suddenly, his mood brightens as he gazes into her eyes . “Let’s eat . ” She was generous by saying he is “gentle, like overflowing water” . In truth, he’s just seduced by the food in this restaurant .
So far, so good .
They walk into the stall, one that’s not as stiff as most Western-style restaurants . Although, there are a lot of people, and most of them are staring at them . A relaxed Han Qilu takes a hold of her wrist before pointing out an empty table for them to share . “Would it be okay if we sit there?”
She knows the question is rhetorical, so she nods in agreement . The somewhat noisy dining room becomes quiet . The restaurant’s general manager smiles and says in a loud voice, “Young master Han, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time . ”
“Are you boasting your annoyance?” Han Qilu doesn’t given the GM face, pulling out Chuxia’s seat at the table for her to sit .
A drop of cold sweat beads on the GM’s forehead . “Master, please don’t tease me… Well, who’s this young lady?”
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