Translator:
Noodletown Translated
Editor:
Noodletown Translated
She’s Huo Mian, a good friend of mine,
Jiang Xiaowei introduced her.
The young madam of GK?
Wei Ying suddenly remembered who she was.
Huo Mian, this is Wei Liao’s younger sister, Wei Ying,
Jiang Xiaowei said.
Hi.
Huo Mian nodded her head slightly.
Wow… you look much better in person.
Wei Ying was well-exposed and knew exactly what to say.
Then, she went downstairs.
After two hours or so, dinner ended.
Tang Chuan suggested that they go to Seductive Fox, but Huo Mian got up and said,
You guys should go, I’m going to head home now. I haven’t been feeling well and am always tired.
Sounds good, get some rest.
Jiang Xiaowei patted Huo Mian on the shoulder.
I’ll see you off downstairs.
Su Yu didn’t get to see Huo Mian that often, so he ignored the others and insisted on going downstairs with her.
He began heading downstairs before Huo Mian even had the chance to refuse.
Why do I have the feeling that… Su Yu still hasn’t gotten over Huo Mian?
I feel the exact same way.
Wei Liao shook his head hopelessly.
Are you cold?
Su Yu asked as he looked at Huo Mian.
No.
Huo Mian shook her head.
You don’t look well, are you okay? I can drive you home.
It’s okay, I can drive myself,
Huo Mian refused politely.
Then, Su Yu watched as Huo Mian got onto her Audi R8, backed it out, and drove away…
Worried, Su Yu got onto his Ferrari and followed Huo Mian from afar.
He kept a 3 to 4 car distance from her.
He didn’t relax and leave until Huo Mian’s car drove into Imperial Park…
Huo Mian saw everything from her rearview mirror.
There were less than ten red Ferraris in this city.
Su Yu’s license plate was obvious, of course Huo Mian knew who ‘8888’ was.
She was touched by Su Yu’s gesture.
Yet, she couldn’t reciprocate.
She already had Qin Chu and didn’t think she would be able to fall for anyone else this lifetime.
When Huo Mian arrived home, Qin Chu hadn’t.
She picked up her phone and made a call.
Honey, are you still at work?
I’m on my way home.
Oh, okay.
Have you eaten?
Yeah, I just got home, have you eaten? I can make you something.
No, it’s okay. I ate at the company already.
Then, she hung up the phone.
Huo Mian called her mother, who said that Zhixin was doing well today.
He wasn’t as depressed as he was yesterday…
Huo Mian sighed in relief.
– 20 minutes later –
Qin Chu went up the elevator and in through their door.
Honey, is your passport at home?
It’s in the drawer,
Huo Mian replied.
Huo Mian applied or a passport when she was 17 years old, and its expiry date was in 10 years.
Back then, she had plans to go to the U.S. with Qin Chu, but that plan fell through.
She never once took out her passport, because she never had the chance to go abroad anyway.
Qin Chu went upstairs and came back down, with Huo Mian’s passport in his hand.
Come with me.
To where?
Huo Mian froze for a second.
The Maldives.
Huo Mian was flabbergasted upon hearing what Qin Chu said…
The Maldives? Right now? Was he being serious?
Honey… wait, okay? I don’t have a visa, don’t we need a visa to go?
You can get a landing visa for the Maldives,
Qin Chu said as he walked.
But I have work… the hospital…
I already asked Director Wu to give you 5 days off.
Oh my god, five days?
Huo Mian was going crazy.
But… it’s too much of a hassle to leave right now. I need to bring swimsuits and dresses, and also sunglasses and hats…
Yang prepared them for you, he’s waiting at the airport.
My gosh… when did you start planning this, Mr. Qin?
3 hours ago.
Fine, you win.
Huo Mian was speechless; Mr. Moneybags Qin was sure stubborn.
They had to first fly from C City to X City because only X City had a direct flight to Malé, the capital of the Maldives.
He made everything sound so simple, like he was just getting groceries.
Huo Mian thought that she had been surprised enough today.
However, when she arrived at that airport, she was again dumbstruck…
Zhixin… why are you here?
Brother-in-law said that we’re going to the Maldives,
Zhixin replied innocently.
Holy crap, are we going as a tourist group?
Huo Mian looked at Qin Chu, dumbfounded.
