CHAPTER 411
StoppedTranslated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Han Qilu"s lips move like they"re about to say something. Then, he decides against it. He just clamps his mouth shut as he turns his head toward the window. His expression isn"t as stiff, his anger has calmed down a bit.
An Chuxia shrugs before reaching for the chip in the bag.
“Be a bit more quiet!” Han Qilu turns his head to her and frowns. “Other people might want to sleep even if you don"t.”
Who is he referring to? An Chuxia looks around the quiet bus. Everyone is holding their breath, afraid of making a sound. They… don"t seem to want to be asleep.
“Han Qilu~.” An Chuxia is about to argue when he reaches out for a chip and shoves it in his mouth.
“Come on. Let"s eat together.”
“Hey! Don"t be stupid! -_-”
Han Qilu shoves a mouthful of chips, sprinkling some on the floor.
This annoying boy! An Chuxia grits her teeth as she prepares to educate the young master about the sins of wasting food when the bus suddenly breaks hard. For that moment, a few students tumble from their seats. =_=^
With fast reflexes, Han Qilu quickly pulls An Chuxia in his arms. They both tumble from inertia.
An Chuxia mourns the snack bag. The wonderful chips are now scattered on the floor.
“What happened?”
Han Qilu"s tone isn"t pleased, and the driver is aware. The driver hurriedly explains that the sudden halt is caused by the cars parked on the road. As soon as the driver finishes his explanation, the doors to the parked car suddenly open. Several people come out of the car and walk toward the bus. He recalls that these cars look similar to the ones An Chuxia was driven in not too long ago.
“They dare stop our bus, young master Qilu. We will smash their vehicle!” The boys roll up their sleeves, prepping for a fight.
Han Qilu remains silent. He squints at the men standing in front of the car. They seem to be saying something, but because of the running engine, he can"t hear what they"re saying. At the end, he turns his eyes to the black Q8"s window. Murderous eyes flash for a moment.
“Open the door and let them in.” Han Qilu goes back to his seat, looking upset.
“Well, young master Qilu. We will rush… .” The boy suddenly says before realizing what the young master has just said. He allowed them to enter the bus instead of letting them get off to fight. He is suddenly stunned. “Ah? What did you say?”
“My brother-in-law said, open the door. Don"t you understand the gesture?” Meng Xiaonan rolls her eyes.
The boy goes back to his seat to sit.
When the door opens, men in black suits immediately enter the bus. “I"m sorry to interrupt, but is Miss An Chuxia in this bus?”
An Chuxia, who"s still mourning the loss of her bag of chips, suddenly snaps out of her fugue.
“Ah? Are you talking about An Chuxia?” After a few cla.s.smates nod, she unconsciously shrinks beside Han Qilu. “I am.”
Satisfied with An Chuxia"s confirmation, the man looks to the side and the corner of his mouth lifts as he looks straight at the men, waiting for them to continue.
CHAPTER 412
Sister-In-Law!!!
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
“Are you Miss An Chuxia?” The man who walked in front of her rejoices. He turns and runs away without hearing her response.
She is baffled and confused, but the door to the parked car suddenly opens, and a person she recognizes descends from the car. She should know this person, but she can"t remember from where.
A heavy, thundering sound heads toward her, followed by a loud, “Sister-in-law!”
Sister-in-law? An Chuxia tenses as she hears the t.i.tle. The man"s eyes are filled with delight. An Chuxia"s eyes jump as she asks, “Excuse me, are you referring to me?”
“Of course! Of course, I"m calling you!” The fat man steps forward. His face is filled with frustration. “Sister-in-law, don"t you remember me?”
This is… what"s this about?
Seeing An Chuxia"s reaction, the men laugh at the fat man"s distorted expression.
“Hey, fat man, does my laoda know you? If she doesn"t, don"t scream at her, you hear me?” Meng Xiaonan asks, upset. As she a.s.sesses the situation, this fat man doesn"t know about Han Qilu, but he calls laoda sister-in-law. It can only mean that this fat man"s gege is someone else.
She looks at Han Qilu"s face. Just like Meng Xiaonan"s, it"s unhappy.
“Sister-in-law, you really don"t remember me? It"s me Jiao Daihu. Jiao Daihu!”
The man"s words open her memories like a floodgate.
“Don"t you remember your relationship with my boss? You"re my sister-in-law, and I"m Jiao Daihu!”
“Laoda, did you develop tender feelings for the fairer s.e.x?”
“Shouldn"t I accompany you, sister-in-law?”
“Ah, it"s you!” An Chuxia"s eyebrows shoot up as she stands up. “Sorry, it took me a while to recognize you. However, I"m not your sister-in-law. It"s a misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding?” Jiao Daihu smacks his head. “There"s no such thing as a misunderstanding. Okay, sister-in-law, come with me.”
As soon as he takes a step towards An Chuxia, Han Qilu takes a hold of An Chuxia"s hand. “Move slowly.”
The two words sound breezy and light, but the underlying tone will make one tremble unconsciously. Jiao Daihu finally looks at the boy, whom he missed earlier, since he was sitting. No, he can"t call him a boy because he has a look that can kill. It doesn"t match his age. His face is tight, and the dark eyes are staring him down. This man is filled with anger; one that matches his boss.
Jiao Daihu isn"t scared of Han Qilu. He looks at him directly and says, “Hey, let go of her hand. Otherwise, I won"t be too nice to you.”
He speaks loudly. Loud enough that everyone in the bus covers their ears.
“Stupid boy. You actually disrespect young master Qilu?” A boy stands up, only to be shoved by Jiao Daihu.
“Mind your own business! We"re all friends here.” An Chuxia quickly serves as the cool head. She pulls her hand away. “Sorry, Jiao Daihu. My cla.s.smates are rather impulsive. What are you looking for?”
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