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Translated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona
TL Musings: I do love bofu and ayi. Goodness, these two. They're so perverted! WIth that being said, chapter 118 makes me want to say, "Dun dun duuuuuuunnnnn!!!
ATTENTION: Still looking for a translator. If you know how to read/translate Chinese to English, please DM or leave a comment! Again, thanks.
“Young master.” Steward Han looks at the rear view mirror. Han Qilu is staring at An Chuxia's face. She quietly rests on him, using his arm as a pillow.
"Hush." He presses his finger against his lips.The butler opens the door for him from the outside. Han Qilu slightly s.h.i.+fts An Chuxia when he accidentally sees a pale yellow patch on her neck.
He raises his hand and rubs his fingers against it. As the deep red patches appear, his eyes turn abysmal. He gets out without noticing his surroundings. Instead, he holds on to her tightly. With her head buried in his chest, he takes a step on the stone walkway.
"Xiao Xia… ." A stunned Jiang Yuan gets up from the table. Her loud welcome is silenced by Han Qilu's cold stare.
"She fell asleep." He means it as a warning for everyone to remain quiet and for the servants to set her backpack on the floor.
"Wait, Qilu!" Jiang Yuan catches up with him. "The windows are being fixed in An Chuxia's room. Put her in our room so she can sleep for a while."
Jiang Yuan had the windows in Chuxia's room widened because she was afraid Chuxia's eyes would go bad in the dimly lit room. Unfortunately, the contractors dawdled and now, the installing hasn't quite been finished.
"She'll sleep better in my room," Han Qilu says softly as he carries her upstairs to the end of the corridor.
Jiang Yuan is dumbfounded. "Oh my G.o.d!" If it wasn't for Han Liuhai's fast reflexes, she would've fallen down the steps a while ago.
Han Liuhai frowns and looks sternly at Jiang Yuan. "Haven't you been taking your supplements lately? Look, you're not even stable!"
"Who's unstable? Who's unstable?!" she turns to Liuhai. "I am just happy! My son finally accepts my baby, An Chuxia. Didn't I say it? She is so smart, and she's clever, pretty, cute, well-behaved, intelligent, kindhearted girl. Shouldn't it be an honor to him?"
Liuhai helplessly shakes his head as he releases his wife's hand. "Don't go and peep this time. We're adults. Let the children handle themselves and solve their problems."
"You're out of line. Eat your meal. You're long-winded, like a dead old woman," Jiang Yuan says unhappily as she pushes off Han Liuhai. She reluctantly looks up the stairs. If it weren't for Liuhai, she would be peeping. Orphans and widows living together in a room… "I don't want to, I don't want to." She descends the steps excitedly she could die.
In the bedroom, Han Qilu gently lays An Chuxia on his big bed. He leans over carefully and rubs her neck with his fingers. He finds more than one mark. It was only when he gets close to her neck he recognizes them as love bites.
He knows this because he is a pro at it. This is a problem. Han Qilu's eyes light up with fire. Suddenly, Chuxia feels uneasy as she slumbers. She quickly opens her eyes just in time to stare at Qilu's bloodthirsty glare.
CHAPTER 118 Whose Mark Is ThisTranslated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona
“Ah!!!” A blood-curling scream makes Jiang Yuan hold on tightly to her tableware.
She is about to rush up the stairs when Han Liuhai stops her. "What are you doing? They may be doing… that."
She tries to listen but she thinks it's highly improbable despite wanting to believe otherwise. Liuhai's face is overflowing with pride as he raises his hand to cover his mouth. Grinning, he says, "Yeah, right. I'm just old and confused!"
Jiang Yuan obediently sits back down. "Our son is really powerful to make An Chuxia scream that loud."
"Wife… ." Han Liuhai helplessly stares at his wife. She and the surrounding servants are clutching their their mouths, laughing.
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"What did you say?" Han Qilu asks offhandedly despite her thinking he's got a look that could kill. A dead girl can't open her eyes and not scream at first glance. After all, he's not a ghost!
"Hey, hey!" He grins.
She replies, "I just didn't think of your handsome face appearing when I opened my eyes. I was startled."
"Don't be." Her words sound sweet to his ears, but it makes him feel peculiar. It seems like she's changed. She used to be cold to the point she couldn't wait for him to leave her sight. Now, she's the epitome of a good wife. To him, that's not a good sign.
I didn't see it. "Well, how is your neck?" His eyebrows pinch. He tries to subdue his anger within. Picking up a mirror, he shows her her neck. "I don't think you did this to yourself."
Why is she so miserable? There are a few strawberry tattoos running down her neck. Would he believe it if she said she tried to put the marks on her own neck?
"This… that… this is just a small accident." If the truth comes out, Kang Wen will be injured. That kid will die without a burial. Han Qilu won't lose face by having someone else kiss his fiancée despite not liking her. Why? Because he hasn't even had her! Really!
"Oh, this young master really wants to know how this accident happened." Han Qilu stares her in the face while his whole body radiates hostility. She looks straight at him, clutching the cotton quilt against her.
Her lips twitch. Having always been righteous, it's killling her not to say anything as she lays in his bed.
She takes a deep breath. "Would you believe whatever I say?"
He's stunned momentarily before calmly nodding. "As long as you convey your thoughts, I'll believe you." This is rather clever if she says it's not from a good friend.
Who cares if it is or isn't from a good friend. This is not the the Anti-j.a.panese war movement. No devil comes to good people, really!
"Would you believe me if I said I did it on my own?" she asks. Even the ghosts in her head don't believe the demon. Who would buy her excuse?
He stares at her deeply and says, "I would."
"I'm f**king with you, ah! I'm lying to you!" She says, giving into her conscience as she shouts and grabs Han Qilu by the shoulder. "Are you that much of an idiot? Clearly, I lied. Shouldn't your response to me be a slap on the face?"