Chapter 560
Sneaking Out
Translated by newbienoona Edited by anks
As she ponders, An Chuxia reaches out and opens the bag. She takes out the boxes one by one, realizing Han Qilu, the fool, has packed her a dozen dishes. He has picked every dish in the cafeteria!
“How extravagant… .” An Chuxia secretly curses him as a warm sensation envelopes her heart.
At lease she knows he cares about her, even if it’s only as a meimei. As long as he doesn’t revert back to hating her like when they’d first met.
She really needs to start being careful with what she says. If she keeps arguing with him, he might truly start hating her again.
When Meng Xiaonan returns, she starts asking An Chuxia a ton of questions.
The afternoon passes swiftly, and An Chuxia can’t think about getting a job at this point. Right now, the most important thing for her is to excel in the entrance exam. She stays behind, alone, in the classroom, switching her phone from silent to standard.
Meng Xiaonan, on the other hand, says she has to go home immediately because she was chastised for going home late the day before.
She doesn’t recall how long she’s been in the classroom until she hears a knock on the door. Looking up from the paper, she sees Han Qilu who has since changed into a set of casual clothing. His hair, wet from the shower he took after training.
She can see the look of impatience on his face, so she quickly packs up without delay.
“Why do you always have so much homework? Don’t you get tired of sitting?” Han Qilu glances at her before walking forward.
“I do,” she answers honestly,
The light in the stairwell has since dimmed, so with Han Qilu walking ahead of her, the path is lit with the phone’s flashlight. He stops from time to time to make sure she’s following him.
There aren’t that many people left in the college with the exception of the basketball club and a few students walking toward the gate. Upon seeing him, they call out to him, “Captain.”
“Manager, things were hard on us today since you didn’t show up. After training, we had to clean up the gym,” someone half-joked to An Chuxia.
She is about to announce that she isn’t the basketball manager, but after thinking about it, she relents.
Several people get into their cars. Steward Han has been waiting at the school gate for quite a while before seeing the couple. He approaches and greets them accordingly.
“You trained hard, young master.” Steward Han skillfully takes the bag from Qilu’s hand.
Subconsciously, An Chuxia asks, “Where’s Dongyu?”
Han Qilu says, “He didn’t come to training today. He said he had a prior engagement after school.”
“En.” Steward Han nods. “He’s since returned because he had things to do. Let us leave.”
Once seated in the car, An Chuxia thinks Steward Han will be taking them to the place Han Qilu mentioned in the morning. However, they return to the Han household.
Did Han Qilu forget what he said earlier in the day?
She was about to ask Han Qilu when she sees him shake his head, as if telling her to stop talking. Doubt fills her heart, and uneasiness settles. She lowers her head and starts playing with her mobile phone.
Jiang Yuan is out this evening, playing mahjong with the other rich wives. Han Qilu and AnChuxia eat at the large table, alone. He doesn’t say anything even when they are done with dinner. Since he didn’t say anything, she didn’t ask.
Is it normal for young masters like Han Qilu to suddenly repent? If so, why is the throbbing pain in her heart let up?
They go their own way when they reach the stairs. She was going to ask him about the change of heart but she went back into her room instead.
She logs into her computer and checks on her story profile. She is shocked when she sees her writing statistics rise and money left as income.
She’s been given two thousand coins in one day… cash!
She clicks on the novel and realizes her benefactor was Jiang Yuan. She gifted her graciously. Even with two thousand yuan being split between her and the website, a thousand still lines her pockets.
There is another thousand rewards from the readers, which is still a big surprise. Motivated by the support, she starts typing in a fresh document.
She writes for the next three hours. The night breeze pours in from the balcony, leaving her cold. She moves toward the balcony to close the door. Seeing nothing but darkness in the late night, a shiver runs down ber back, making the big room a bit scary.
Upon returning to her desk, she hears a knock. She shakes her head, dismissing the sound despite feeling a shiver. She chastises herself for reading a ghost story right before locking the doors. It’s making her mind run amok.
She looks down to the right hand corner of her monitor, and it says it is ten o’clock. She hears another knock, this time, from the door. Why would Steward Han be knocking at her door this late in the night?
Since the rapping at the door doesn’t stop, An Chuxia walks to the door and opens it. She was surprised to see Han Qilu standing before her.
What is he doing here at this time?
Tense, she asks, “What’s wrong?”
He gazes over her before asking, “Haven’t you taken a shower?”
An Chuxia realizes she is still wearing her uniform. But why would Han Qilu ask such a question?
Without waiting for an answer, Han Qilu continues. “Then you don’t have to get changed. Let’s go.”
Taken aback, she blinks and asks, “Why would I have to change clothes? Where are we going?”
“This morning, don’t you remember me saying we were going out?” He squints at her. “You’re supposed to go with me somewhere. Two people are needed.”
“Two people… .” She states, “Who’s the other one?”
He looks at her quizzically before knocking her forehead. “You and me.”
“Why now? Why didn’t we go right after school? Youd didn’t need to finish training… .”
“Hush!” He stretches his index finger and presses it against her lips as he listens for movement from downstairs. A small sound from the main floor is heard, but it immediately returns to silence.
Han Qilu lowers his voice and says, “You can’t let anyone know we are sneaking out. We’ll leave in a while so no one can find out we’ve left.”
“En.” She nods, but doesn’t see it. She doesn’t know why they’re sneaking out, but she cooperates with him. She slowly closes her door behind her before silently sneaking down the steps.
They creep like they are thieves in the night.
With the lights turned off, and the moonlight being their only light, they can barely see the ground. A sliver of light escapes from Jiang Yuan’s studio door. She might be rushing a manuscript this late in the night. Keeping this in mind, they stealthily leave the hall.
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