Chapters 367-368 (1/2)

CHAPTER 367.

You Don’t Want to Marry Me?

Translation courtesy of newbienoona

Editing and proofreading by anks and greenapple

TN: To HQL, talking about not having money is akin to swearing.

The more Han Qilu argues with An Chuxia, the more it shows that he doesn’t know. This is what she’s afraid of.

She doesn’t know what she fears, but in the end, she’s still afraid of something.

Han Qilu ignores her playing dumb, and changes the subject. He verbalizes his inner thoughts. “You know, when I heard what you said, I realized I’ve never been so scared of you leaving me.”

As he confesses, Han Qilu hugs An Chuxia’s waist tightly. He, then, grabs her hand firmly, holding her flush against him.

An Chuxia falls into silence, and she stops pretending to be stupid. She quietly stares at the golden ceiling. For the longest time, she doesn’t hear him speak. When she thought he was asleep, he hears her whisper in his ear.

“Han Qilu, if we get married, would we renovate our house like this?”

“How much?” Han Qilu suddenly opens his eyes, flashing her a glimmer of hope.

“It looks so cool! It’s like… sleeping in the golden house. I will definitely wake up in a dream.” An Chuxia actually chuckles.

The hand on her waist finally lets go, but both of his hands are planted on the sides of her face, pushing himself up. His eyes darken. “Are you sure you want to marry me?”

An Chuxia shakes her head. “It depends whether you want to marry me or not! Work hard, ge, and be rich. I will follow you willingly. Otherwise, who would follow you? You think everyone is like Xiang Mankuai?”

Han Qilu lowers his face to hers. “If I marry you, then I do the world a favor, my little fan!”

“I’m taking off. There are more people out there with money!” she says with disdain.

“No swearing.” Han Qilu frowns. “Since you decided to marry me, then I should come up with the requirements.”

An Chuxia gives him a look. “In that case, I won’t marry you.”

“You dare!”

The room looks magnificent in white. They were both playing in bed, and soon… An Chuxia didn’t mind falling asleep with Han Qilu. He just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

An Chuxia looks at Han Qilu’s cat-like curled up position. Han Qilu’s mouth twitches. He thanks Mankuai. Without her, he wouldn’t have met An Chuxia.

An Chuxia wakes up early the next morning. She was dreaming that she was rushing to the toilet, and just sitting on it. Then, she wakes up.

“Idiot, let me go!”

An Chuxia wakes up. She suddenly gets anxious, afraid of the dream. If one sits on the toilet… then it means… she wet the bed!

“You’re finally awake.” Han Qilu rolls his eyes. “Hurry up and get dressed. I’ll give you ten minutes.”