Master Devil Do Not Kiss Me Chapter 42

Translated by nightcache

Edited by anks

According to her understanding of An Chuxia, she will cry for the death of a stray cat. She will also cry for a great-grandfather walking alone on the road. But she will never cry from being scolded by Han Qilu.

What kind of person is she? If Han Qilu scolded her, she would retort back. Even if she cried, she would hide in some unknown corner and secretly shed tears.

However, since the news has already spread, the one thing to believe in is that Han Qilu did scold An Chuxia.

The female student who spread the news sits beside Mo Xinwei, bootlicking. “What do you think, Xinwei jiejie. What's your opinion?”

“Opinion? What opinion can you have?” Mo Xinwei stops her hand movements. She turns to look at the female student. “You tell me. What kind of opinion should I have?”

The female student lowers her voice and says flatteringly, “Do you not like young master Qilu? In the past, wasn't it An Chuxia who s.n.a.t.c.hed young master Qilu from your side. As of now, young master Qilu has dumped An Chuxia, why don't you get young master Qilu back?”

This female student simply wants to curry favor with Mo Xinwei. Wan Zi has requested a leave of absence because one of her relatives is getting married. And she wants to replace Wan Zi's position to be Mo Xinwei's small attendant.

One would know that the family of Mo Xinwei has opened hundreds of beauty salons. If one has a good relationship with Mo Xinwei, then they could use beauty improvement anytime they wish. Isn't Wan Zi, because of her good relationship with Mo Xinwei, has free lifetime usage of the beauty salons?

Whether one person is truly loyal to another person; a sighted person can tell in a glance.

Mo Xinwei astutely blinks her eyes. “Didn't young master Qilu reconcile with his first girlfriend?”

“Aiya!” The female student slaps her thigh and continues to persuade. “A male likes his first love. Like a feeling of deep attachment. Who is Xiang Mankuai? She works in the entertainment circle. What kind of place is the entertainment circle? It's a place where muddy water gathers! According to my conjecture, young master Qilu will quickly find out the Xiang Mankuai is not his type, and when that time comes…”

Regarding to this girl's long-winded theory, Mo Xinwei has no patience to continue to listen. But there are some points worth listening to.

Han Qilu will quickly realize that Xiang Mankuai is not his type. And when that comes, An Chuxia can take advantage of this and smoothly strike against Xiang Mankuai!

Very well…

“Stop!” Mo Xinwei makes a stop hand signal. “This lady wants to finish her eyelines. Since your a.n.a.lysis is so thorough, why don't you a.n.a.lyze for Qilu.”

The girl has already talked for half a day but without any results. She is a little nervous and grabs hold of Mo Xinwei's hand. “Xinwei jiejie, you really don't want to take back young master Qilu's heart?”

“Let go of my hand!” Mo Xinwei pulls her hand back. “This lady has a very good relationship with her boyfriend. Don't go around spreading rumors and impact our relation. If there is no problem, then don't sit beside me. I really hate when people bother me when I draw my eyelines!”

The girl shamefully obliges to leave.

Apparently, her scheme errs. Mo Xinwei already has no interest in Han Qilu.

However, …as the girl walks out of the cla.s.s door, she flicks her front bangs. According to a reliable news source, Xiang Mankuai will soon attend cla.s.ses at Stein College. Even if Mo Xinwei does not buy her account, she can just go to another person!

Thinking back to Mo Xinwei's expression and tone, she feels uncomfortable. Once she helps Xiang Mankuai consolidate her position in Han Qilu's eyes, when that time comes, Mo Xinwei will have to bow down to her!

“Laoda, have you eaten? I think you lost a lot of weight recently. You should eat with me.” Meng Xiaonan drags An Chuxia to the dining hall.

“I am obviously plump, ok? I'm not eating. When I return to my cla.s.sroom, I'll finish the tea eggs mommy gave me. During noon, I probably will not be hungry.”

When the two people enter the dining hall, they see Han Qilu and Xiao Mingluo sitting in conspicuous spots. It is not that the spots where they are sitting are in the center, but other seats are occupied by groups of people; only around them are few empty spots.

An Chuxia's irises suddenly constrict and her footsteps involuntarily fall back. “I think I should leave.”

Those who know her know that she is accompanying Meng Xiaonan to eat. Those who don't know believe that she is brazenly sticking to Han Qilu and that is why she is also in the dining hall.

“Why are you leaving? What are you afraid of?” Meng Xiaonan drags An Chuxia, murmuring. “I know what you are afraid of. You are afraid that he'll misunderstand you for sticking close by. Do you think that he will not misunderstand you even if we stay away?”

Without waiting for her to reply, Meng Xiaonan already drags her to the place to order food.

“What would you like?” The waiter in the dining hall carries a gentle smile. These waiters are specially trained; they are not like the canteen aunts found at school.

“I want two bowls of preserved eggs congee, afterwards…give me two pieces of that cake. Oh, that's right, give me two Chinese crullers*.” Meng Xiaonan is excited to have breakfast.

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* Youtiaos – Chinese breadstick

“I don't need help,” An Chuxia hastily says. “You don't need to help me order.”

“It's already been ordered. It's your choice to eat.” Meng Xiaonan takes the two bowls of preserved eggs congee from the waiter and pa.s.ses one to An Chuxia. “Here.”

An Chuxia cannot help but accept the preserved eggs congee. There's nothing to say because the congee is delicious. She was initially not hungry but when she looks at the food she begins to feel gluttonous. Her stomach growls.

“Here, we each will take one Chinese cruller.” After handing Chinese cruller to An Chuxia, Meng Xiaonan says to the waiter, “We will have the two cakes later.”

Two people, one front and one back, pa.s.s by Han Qilu's table. Seeing An Chuxia and Meng Xiaonan, the two people are simultaneously shocked.

Han Qilu subconsciously asks Xiao Mingluo. “Brat, is it you who told your girlfriend that we are here?”

“How can this be? You saw that I am not playing on my phone. What can I use to tell? A thought? Xiao Mingluo gently taps the bowl with his spoon as he speaks in a low voice. “It's not like they came here for you, just ignore it.”

He is afraid that Han Qilu will rush over to drive An Chuxia away.

However all is well, Han Qilu does not overstep what is proper and only seems to be a little annoyed.

“Eat quickly, we'll return to cla.s.s after finishing.” Han Qilu urges. His expression is one of impatience.

He does believe that An Chuxia followed him to the dining hall. Originally, his impression of An Chuxia was decent, but he doesn't like it when she's like that.

“Ah——” When Meng Xiaonan releases her bowl, she is careless. Half of the preserved eggs congee's lean meat spills out and much of it lands on Xiaonan's hand.

“Are you okay? How can you be so careless?” An Chuxia takes a few napkins to help Meng Xiaonan wipe. “Wipe it yourself. I will bring you the cake.”

“Okay. Go ahead. I'm okay; it's not hot. “Meng Xiaonan nods her head. She takes the napkin and wipes her hand. It is fortunate that the lean meat in the congee is not hot. Otherwise, her hand would have been swollen red.

Seeing that there is no big problem with Meng Xiaonan, An Chuxia leaves rea.s.sured. As she pa.s.ses Han Qilu's table, she quickens her pace. She only feels a momentary tightness of chest when she is “pa.s.sing by”.

“I came to get the cakes.” Going to the counter, An Chuxia tells the waiter.

“Alright, please be careful with the cakes.” The waiter professionally smiles and reaches for the two cakes.

These cakes are adorned on plates which the dining hall will retrieve soon. As a result An Chuxia prudently turns herself around while holding the plate, fearful that it will fall and break.

Who would have thought that when she prudently turns around – fearful of b.u.mping into a pa.s.serby – someone deliberately walks in front and b.u.mps into her. The two cakes splatter on An Chuxia's uniform. The original white uniform soon has two large blotches

“My apologies…” The other party begins,” I didn't see you.”

The other person already apologized, what more can she say. She can only consider herself unlucky. An Chuxia raises her head to look at the girl, about to say 'no problem,' but when she raises her head, she realizes that she is from the gang that surrounded her in the restroom earlier when she was with Fei Lixiya.

The few people from the gang are standing behind this girl, looking at her with interest.

Adhering to the principle of 'it is better to avoid unnecessary trouble', An Chuxia can only suppress her anger. But as she prepares to return the plate black, the girl who apologized suddenly extends her hand and harshly pulls at An Chuxia's wrist. The plate was originally slippery, so combined with a forceful yank, An Chuxia is unable to hold onto the plate. The white plate drops vertically in the air, almost immediately, and the sound of broken gla.s.s is heard as it shatters on the floor.

This movement attracts the attention of many people, including Han Qilu and Xiao Mingluo. However, Meng Xiaonan who felt her hand was still sticky after wiping it with a napkin has already left for the restroom beside the dining hall. Therefore, she is not present.

“Aren't you bored?”

An Chuxia's tone carries a hint of anger, and both of her hands are clenched tightly.

This gang previously had some restraining fear towards An Chuxia as they did not know of Han Qilu's att.i.tude. But after learning about the earlier incident of Han Qilu in the cla.s.sroom the little bit of fear has disappeared.

“Bored?” The girl says in a sharp voice, “Your cake has stained my shoes. Shouldn't you apologize rather than saying bored?”

An Chuxia follows the direction of the girl's finger. The girl has a little bit of cream on the edge of her shoe. If she doesn't look too hard, she'd miss it. Her misgivings are simply unreasonable!

The girl is trying to provoke her without showing she's the instigator!

“You're the one who b.u.mped into me, OK? Can't you see that I'm covered in cream?” An Chuxia feels her anger coming out of her pores.

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