Chapters 449 (1/2)

CHAPTER 449

Who’s An Chuxia?

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

Jiao Daihu isn’t paying attention, and hits his head against the window, grinning through the pain.

“Jiao Daihu ge, are you okay?” Mage resists laughing as she asks if he’s injured.

“I’m fine!” Jiao Daihu is a bit embarrassed, but he replaces his embarrassment with a sly expression. “I’m just teasing you, boss. I will make sure you have a happy future. I won’t do anything unethical. Is that what you’re worried about?”

Nangong Zifei’s lips form a thin line and doesn’t talk. The car quickly disappears into the darkness of the night

* * *.

The sun rises daily. It may seem like nothing is changing, but they are changing quietly…

An Chuxia’s body recovers little by little until she is well enough to be finally discharged. While steward Han and Jiang Yuan are signing her discharge papers, Jiang Yuan receives a phone call. It’s a call that would make An Chuxia collapse.

An hour ago…

It is quite efficient to get discharged since the hospital belongs to the Hans. Before An Chuxia knows it, she and Jiang Yuan are walking out, smiling, as steward Han follows them.

A week ago, they received news that Han Qilu has woken up from his coma. This made An Chuxia very happy. However, Jiang Yuan still forced her to stay in the hospital for one more week. Chuxia was afraid she was going to be left behind.

“I’ll drive the car over.” Steward Han steps forward after getting permission from Jiang Yuan. Jiang Yuan didn’t ask Lao Chen to drive, but he drove steward Han over to pick up An Chuxia, who happens to be in a good mood.

“I told you, the food in that restaurant is really delicious. How about going there after we walk around the block?” Jiang Yuan suggests cheerfully.

An Chuxia should nod. The day after tomorrow is Jiang Yuan and Han Liuhai’s 20th wedding anniversary. The staff is already preparing for the festivities, and Han Qilu is returning that day. She heard his recovery is good, but since he’s being treated in the United States, she really doesn’t know the specifics.

It’s like Han Qilu didn’t exist. Correction, it’s like there is no connection between Han Qilu and An Chuxia. Han Qilu called occasionally, and said he was going to write home instead, but An Chuxia didn’t get a call from him. Han Qilu also called the home phone, which made An Chuxia uneasy.

But she’s afraid that she’ll be scoffed at if she told anyone about it, especially Jiang Yuan. It’s one of the reasons why she doesn’t bring his name up either.

She’s happy he’s coming home, but at the same time, his return is making her very anxious.

“Mommy, I want to go to the United States,” she suddenly says. “Since he’s been conscious, he hasn’t called me once… I… I want to go to the United States.”

“What? He hasn’t called you? What kind of a son of a bit*h is he? Do you want to call him now?” Jiang Yuan can’t believe it.

Han Qilu hasn’t mentioned An Chuxia when she called him. She thought he’s been calling An Chuxia but didn’t want to mention it to his mother. Now that An Chuxia has mentioned it, Jiang Yuan is embarrassed.

No wonder why her baby had her eyebrows knitted these past few days.

“You don’t have to call.” An Chuxia shakes her head. “It’s ten o’clock here. And, what, it would be ** o’clock over there. It won’t be a good time to call. Actually… I’ll just surprise him.”

Surprise? Wouldn’t her sudden appearance before him be a surprise?

All of a sudden, the image of the two children kissing appears in Jiang Yuan’s head and it suddenly makes her blush. “Maybe Han Qilu wanted to give you a surprise? You didn’t use to say hello at all… .”

Suddenly, Jiang Yuan’s phone vibrates in her pocket. She takes a look at it before wrinkling her brow. “Look who’s calling?”

An Chuxia looks at the mobile phone’s screen and sees Bad Kid. Her heart skips a beat.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?” Jiang Yuan smiles, disappointed that An Chuxia didn’t take the phone away from her. As soon as steward Han brings the car over, Jiang Yuan orders him to buy drinks for them from a store nearby.

An Chuxia bows her head and quietly presses the answer key. “Hi?” Her voice trembles.

She hears a pause before Han Qilu’s familiar voice comes through. “Who are you? Mom?”