Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me, V2, Chapter 545

Chapter 545

I’m A Man

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Translated by newbienoona

Edited by anks

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Xiang Mankuai doesn’t feel that she has vented enough of her anger. She grinds her feet from side to side.

The lavender mink coat now has a huge dirt spot. Although the dirt can be cleaned like wine spot, she can’t help but feel anxious.

“What are you doing?!” An Chuxia couldn’t help but reach out and push Mankuai away. Mankuai takes a few steps back, almost falling in the toilet.

“An Chuxia, you’re sick!” Xiang Mankuai looks at her fiercely. “Look at your torn clothes and your poor appearance! I don’t know what the Han family thinks of you!” When she thinks of her conversation with Han Liuhai and the way he spoke to her, she can’t help but feel aggrieved.

An Chuxia picks up the coat in her arms before looking at Mankuai with disgust. “At least I am a thousand, no, a hundred thousand times better than you. I will never betray Han Qilu!”

Mankuai has the nerve to tell her to keep her voice down. “It was you who made the sound!”

“Mankuai, sometimes I really do admire you. You say you love a man but you can turn around and throw yourself to another man. And it’s not just a hug. No, you climb into their bed!”

An Chuxia frigidly smiles at her. Her smile is similar to Han Qilu’s.

Xiang Mankuai swallows her saliva as she’s about to speak but then, she recognizes the coat on An Chuxia’s shoulders. It’s the same one Han Qilu wore today!

She asks nervously, “Did you… tell Qilu?”

“Isn’t it a little too late now for you to be afraid? When you were doing all those bad things behind Han Qilu’s back, did you ever think of him? Do you know what happens after that?” An Chuxia steps back and shakes her head. “You shouldn’t appear before Han Qilu anymore. You don’t deserve him.”

“I’m not worthy? I’m not worthy of Han Qilu but you are? Don’t forget, this time around, he loves me.” Xiang Mankuai’s eyes turn. She knows An Chuxia hasn’t told him yet about the incident. “If you tell Qilu, what would happen to you? Maybe Qilu will be angry at Luo Shao, you can never imagine the consequences.”

Mankuai may have done something wrong, but all she can do is turn the tables. All she can do is threaten.

“Xiang Mankuai, you know you should be kneeling before me instead of threatening me, right?” An Chuxia grits her teeth before pausing. “I don’t know what the consequences will be, but I think he should know.”

A smile appears on Mankuai’s face. “You estimate the consequences. You’re not me, and you can’t be cruel. This is your biggest weakness. Lastly, I advice you to pretend to know nothing. You can say, “hello, I’m good to people,” and not think about this again.”

After that, Mankuai walks toward her and knocks An Chuxia on the shoulder on the way out.

Why did this happen to her? The person who did something wrong was Mankuai, but how did she end up with a headache? Her face feels hot like it got slapped by Mankuai.

How can she be so cruel?

It sounds like Luo Shao is someone who shouldn’t be messed with. Han Qilu’s impulsiveness might cause him to corner Luo Shao the moment she tells him. They might fight, and their families might take revenge on each other… either way, the Hans will lose.

Sadly, she now has to keep Mankuai’s secret.

She walks to the sink in despair, mechanically washing the coat under the water. The lilac turns darker as it gets wet.

Her cell phone rings at that moment. She suddenly adjusts her mood before answering her phone. “Hey.”

“Hey, An Chuxia. Where did you run off to?” Han Qilu anxiously asks. “I thought you’d return to the garden immediately. Now, I’m freezing! Give back my coat!”

An Chuxia glances at the coat she’s wearing and says, “I’ll be there.”

Before running through the garden doors, she stops. She takes off the white coat he gave her and dons the coat she had. The water hasn’t dried, and it is a bit cold to wear.

When she walks out to the garden, she sees Han Qilu leaning up against a tree, smoking.

“Where did you get the cigarette?” An Chuxia grabs the cigarette from his hand and throws it to the ground. She steps on the lit end .

“Never ask a man where his cigarettes come from.” Han Qilu leans slightly toward her. “I asked you, where did you go? You left so suddenly.”

Smelling the scent of tobacco, she frowns. “Take your coat. I remembered where I forgot my coat, and I ran back to get it.”

Han Qilu stares at her before raising his eyebrows. “I remember there’s a fountain over there. Do you want to see it?”

Countless doubts emerge in her head. When his girlfriend appeared with someone else, why didn’t Qilu respond? Also, why doesn’t he seek Mankuai at this moment? Why is she accompanying him to this fountain?

They arrive at the fountain quickly since it isn’t too far. Unfortunately, the fountain is turned off. Rocks stand alone in the pool, which makes it look destitute.

“They didn’t even leave the fountain on after donating so much money! I’ll teach curator Wei after I finish!” Qilu says unhappily.

Compared to his dissatisfaction, she is calm. She walks to the edge of the pool and sits down, watching the surroundings quietly.

Han Qilu sighs and sits down next to her.

They were silent for a while before he says, “You like diamonds?”

“What?” An Chuxia doesn’t understand his question, and looks at him in confusion.

“Just asking casually.” He shrugs.

Suddenly, she remembers a name from Mankuai’s mouth. She pauses to think before asking, “Who’s Luo Shao?”

Han Qilu turns his head and looks at her from an angle. “Why are you asking?”

He proceeds to say, “He’s Luo Dao’s only son. Do you know that Luo Dao is the highest paid director today? All the films he’s directed are box office hits.”

He turns out to be a director’s son.

An Chuxia remains silent as she thinks. Mankuai betrayed him to be with Luo Shao? If he’s good, then Mankuai’s efforts aren’t lost.

“However, I still think it’s weird you asked about him.”

An Chuxia can feel his eyes scrutinizing her. She squeezes her palms tightly and calmly. “When I went to get my coat, I heard several people mention him, and I thought he seemed powerful.”

“Powerful?” He smiles coldly. “An Chuxia, the person sitting next to you is the real dragon’s pride. If you want a hook-up, you’d want it to be with me, not him.”

She grinds her teeth and stupidly says, “I don’t want to hook up with him.”

“Good.” He calms down after he makes his remark. All he can hear is the leaves rustling in the evening wind.

They sit in silence for a while, but Han Qilu is first to break the silence. “You applied a lot of foundation today.”

An Chuxia closes her eyes so she won’t be tempted to look at him. “It’s a good base. Otherwise, it would be useless.”

He raises his eyes and scrutinizes her as if she were a criminal. “Then why do you look so pale? You might as well look dead.”

She opens her eyes and looks at him unhappily. “Hey, Han Qilu, why are you talking to me like this? Your words are like thorns. When did I offend you again?”

Her voice falls, and Han Qilu isn’t quite prepared. Instead, he reaches out to caress her face. Then, his hand falls on her coat. Almost simultaneously, he stands up. “Did you just fall in a pool? Why are your clothes wet?”

Her heartbeat falls as she tries to tell herself to remain calm. The matter regarding her and Mankuai must not be revealed!

“The coat was covered with cake, so I washed it a little.” She is sincere enough that it doesn’t seem like a lie.

A look of pain suddenly appears in his eyes. “An Chuxia, your brain has to be kicked in by a donkey!”

Soon enough, he takes off her coat.

“What are you doing?” She looks up and stares at him. “What the hell do you want me to do? If anyone sees us here… .”

“Who cares about what they see?” Han Qilu lifts his chin to her. “People around the world probably know by now that you are the only wife the Han family recognizes. Even if we’re seen, it shouldn’t matter, right?”

She is dumbfounded.

“What’s more… .” The corners of his mouth lift. “Can’t you be less… vulgar in your mind? I just wanted to take off your wet coat so you won’t catch a cold.”

So that’s how this is turning out. She thought… .

She feels like her heart is a broken bicycle going downhill without brakes. Her face feels so hot.

In order to conceal her embarrassment, she takes the coat off herself. But at the same time, Qilu’s jacket lands back on her shoulders. This time, with a hint of the scent of tobacco.

“But then, I’m a man,” he says. “Hmm. Let’s go back inside to see if dinner’s ready. If we can, let’s return early. It’s really boring here.”

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