Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Chapter 153-154

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Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

TL Notes: Turtling her neck- pulling one's head toward the torso like a turtle would tuck its head.

"Did you just… knock on my car?" Han Qilu asks. The traffic officer swallows hard before nodding. He needs to stop himself from crying. The hot, dry air condense around them.

From a distance, a car door violently slams; his middle-aged voice booms. "What purpose do you serve as a traffic officer? You should've smashed his window if he refused to open his window. It's in your line of duty. I have important things to do, and you, traffic officer, are delaying it!" His voice may sound impatient, but the corner of Han Qilu's mouth arcs dangerously.

This man is so dead, An Chuxia says in her head. He dares to speak to the prince instead of seeking happiness in silence… Sigh. She shrinks, tucking herself quietly against her side of the door.

"Smash the window?" Han Qilu projects his voice loud enough for the middle-aged man to hear. An noticeable shudder rolls down the man's body. His footsteps come to an unexpected halt. This voice… It sounds like… .

The middle-aged man takes a step forward to peer into the rolled down window. The person in the car is the company's general manager… the chairman's son… the future Han successor, Han Qilu! He bravely stands in front of the traffic officer before buckling to the ground. His legs have turned into rubber, making him kneel unexpectedly.

Han Qilu's mouth bows as he raises his eyebrow. "I didn't think the person who would smash my car was the former planning department manager, Zhang!… What's wrong? Is my car not pleasing to your eye?"

Oh this low-rate person! An Chuxia curses him from her belly but remains mute. However, this other person isn't helping himself from being murdered! How unlikable can this boy be? Turtling her neck, she dares not say these words. She cherishes her own life, especially when it's far away from Qilu.

This other man? He courts bad luck. With the label "Planning Department Manager Zhang", she surmises he's a Han Group employee… and he threatened to smash the future laoda's car… such tenacity!

Beads of sweat form on Manager Zhang's forehead when Qilu summons him.

Several drivers have exited their cars, preparing to teach the sports car driver a lesson when they see the arrogant man kneel. Rendered speechless, they dare not approach the car. They should've guessed that a car that handsome and expensive belongs to someone with importance.

Han Qilu's eyes fill with contempt as he watches Manager Zhang kneel. The man's lips move but he doesn't pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth. "There's no next time." Qilu rolls up the window and starts the engine. As soon as the light turns, he steps on the accelerator and throttles the car like an arrow quickly shot and released.

Manager Zhang kneels until the car disappears completely out of his line of sight. He wipes the perspiration on his forehead with his sleeve as he exhales. He doesn't care who's watching him. Soon enough, the stream of traffic returns to normal.

It was only then when the traffic officer felt like he's been resuscitated. There are just some people he can't bother.

"You let him off unexpectedly?" The middle-aged man says after he slowly gets up. He should calculate his good fortune instead.

Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

TL Notes: Su Daji was the human embodiment of a nine-tailed fox spirit, who Nuwa herself had summoned to destroy a mortal king for his depravity (including l.u.s.ting after Nuwa) but not to bring harm to the people.

King Zhou of Shang is the pejorative posthumous name given to Di Xin, the last king of the Shang dynasty, of ancient China.

She sits back and looks at the scenery outside the window before stealing a look from the rear view mirror. Suddenly, she hears Han Qilu say, "You didn't want me to let him off?" He doesn't wait for her reply before adding, "I'll call the company and have him dismissed immediately."

"What?" An Chuxia cries out in surprise. She holds his hand as he is about to make the call. Shaking her head, she says, "Must you be like King Zhou of Shang and be like this? I won't be Su Daji!" As soon as the words leave her mouth, she starts feeling warm… she notices Qilu has stopped. His eyes look at her brightly.

As if rousing from a dream, both arms protectively raise while shouting, "What do you want me to do?" She isn't aware she presents herself as a feminist.

Han Qilu glances at her before chortling. He says, "Get out. Let's have lunch." He breaks eye contact with her and opens his door. A foot has stepped out when An Chuxia grabs the hem of his s.h.i.+rt. With a light tug, Qilu stops. He looks at her, confused.

"What's wrong?" He asks, smiling. He despises her, right? Hate? Regards with contempt?! Wait a minute, for what reason would Han Qilu would have her convinced he was going to make the man suffer for his own x.x.x [silence] instead of the contrary?

No, no… She isn't angry. Although, she simply feels insulted. She looks up. The pupils in her eyes are limpid. "What I wanted to say was I had breakfast. Now I'm full and I don't want to eat."

He doesn't speak but he pets her head lightly. She doesn't know what he's thinking. The following second, he bends from the waist and gets out. Ping. The driver's door closes.

"We eat to eat. It's what supports you, dummy." He's so unlikable! And he said he's going to be polite? He is not human, inhuman! As she silently scolds him, a sudden force from behind her forces her out of the car.

"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" She rises. How did this a.s.sh*le get her out of the car? He asks her to accompany him to a meal knowing she isn't feeling well? He stares at her every move whit his big eyes.

An Chuxia bravely meets his gloomy eyes. Suddenly, his mood brightens as he gazes into her eyes. "Let's eat." She was generous by saying he is "gentle, like overflowing water". In truth, he's just seduced by the food in this restaurant.

So far, so good.

They walk into the stall, one that's not as stiff as most Western-style restaurants. Although, there are a lot of people, and most of them are staring at them. A relaxed Han Qilu takes a hold of her wrist before pointing out an empty table for them to share. "Would it be okay if we sit there?"

She knows the question is rhetorical, so she nods in agreement. The somewhat noisy dining room becomes quiet. The restaurant's general manager smiles and says in a loud voice, "Young master Han, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time."

"Are you boasting your annoyance?" Han Qilu doesn't given the GM face, pulling out Chuxia's seat at the table for her to sit.

A drop of cold sweat beads on the GM's forehead. "Master, please don't tease me… Well, who's this young lady?"