Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Volume 2 Chapter 528

Translated by newbienoona

Edited by anks

Although Han Qilu's deterrent shocked the crowd momentarily, the crowd forms again. An unsuccessful reporter won't get credit or the headline.

“Master Han, say a few words!”

“Master Han, can you tell us about the situation and can you describe it to us!”

“Now that Miss An has two injuries, how is she?”

Reporters holding microphones surround them, and An Chuxia is currently dazed. Jiang Yuan calmly says, “They are not in good health right now. Interview them at a later time.”

She doesn't know when the next time would be, but would they miss out on a golden opportunity?

“Can you tell us when and where?” The reporters continue holding the microphones to their throats.

Of course, some of the reporters set their sights on Jiang Yuan, who looks at them impatiently. “Mrs. Han, what kind of treatment will the kidnappers get?”

Steward Han takes the opportunity to secretly contact the bodyguards posted outside using his mobile phone. Han Qilu's lips flatten before unconsciously moving closer to An Chuxia.

“Regarding this issue, the Hans won't intervene. Go elsewhere if you want to know.” Of course, Jiang Yuan's response wasn't the truth, but this is all she can tell them at this moment.

“Madame, reinforcements are coming. We have to wait here a little longer,” steward Han says to Jiang Yuan in hushed tones.

“Okay,” she says, nodding her head. She was prepared to answer another question, but she didn't expect the sudden turmoil around them.

When she finds out the reason, Jiang Yuan's complexion sinks. Her disposition becomes bad. “Why did she come?”

In the noise, An Chuxia can't figure out what's going on. When she looks at Jiang Yuan's eyes, she understands everything. It's Mankuai again!

A large group of reporters surround Mankuai and her agent. Her makeup is meticulously done. At first glance, it seems like she's ready to face the reporters. She is holding a bouquet of flowers. She seems unfazed with the cameras pointed at her, but the scene makes An Chuxia feel inferior.

This entrance, there really isn't any reason for him to choose her after remembering, right?

As An Chuxia's mind runs wildly, her eyes secretly land on him. He, too, is staring at Xiang Mankuai. From her perspective, she can't see his expression.

But should she be happy? An Chuxia looks down as she thinks.

“Ms. Xiang, why are you here? Who are the flowers for?” The reporter asks the question carefully. If this matter is related to the Hans, and they suffer, his rice bowl won't allow him to live.

“You don't know who it's for?” Xiang Mankuai asks, raising her bright lips into a smile as she looks at Qilu.

“Is it… for Master Han?” someone speculates.

“Yeah, I was going to celebrate Han Qilu's discharge, but I didn't expect this… .” Xiang Mankuai looks at the crowd around her and smiles. “I just didn't expect to have such friends in the media.”

Jiang Yuan takes her eyes off Mankuai and takes An Chuxia's hand into hers. She turns to the steward and asks, “Why haven't the people arrived yet? Let's take advantage of this distraction!”

“That's not the case, madame. The additional guards will arrive soon.” Steward Han quickly stops. He knows that Jiang Yuan is disgusted with Xiang Mankuai's appearance, and he knows she wants to capitalize on the diversion, but there are still too many reporters who will follow them.

If they move now, they'll be a moving target and they won't be able to leave… unless Mankuai can divert more reporters away.

“Excuse me, what's your current relations.h.i.+p with Master Han Qilu?”

“Have you returned to China for Master Han?”

“You and Master Han aren't a couple. According to reliable information, An Chuxia, the President's daughter, is the Master's fiancee. Wouldn't that make you the third wheel?”

As soon as Mankuai reveals she's here to celebrate Qilu's discharge, these reporters act so boldly by asking barbed questions.

An Chuxia listens despite the heavy feeling in her heart. Although she doesn't want to hear her response, her ears involuntarily perk up.

Mankuai flashes a small smile, making her look favorable. “My media friends, let's just laugh off what's in the past. I hope no one misunderstands my relations.h.i.+p with Qilu.”

Mankuai's agent, Chai Joe, wipes of a bead of sweat from Mankuai's forehead. She is a veteran in the entertainment circle, but she's never seen anyone like Mankuai who is willing to walk into the mouth of the volcano.

Even if the Han family is dangerous, they have to capitalize on their heightened attention. At this critical moment, if they don't grab on to this opportunity, Xiang Mankuai may never be able to step in the spotlight again.

“No matter how inconspicuous you want to be, hurry up and give the flowers!” Chai Joe lowers her voice and utters the words through gritted teeth as she leans near her ear.

Xiang Mankuai coughs loudly. “Please let me through.”

The reporters cooperate and make a path for her. Letting her guard down, she walks comfortably toward Han Qilu's side.

Everyone's eyes are on the couple, and anyone with a camera shoots a photo of them. This allows An Chuxia and Jiang Yuan an opportunity to leave.

“Madame, follow me.” Steward Han pulls Jiang Yuan and An Chuxia as they move quickly along five bodyguards while the reporters are busily sidetracked by Han Qilu.

“Don't look, xiaonainai. It would be easier for young master to return home alone. The new team will arrive soon,” steward Han persuades Chuxia.

The air outside isn't as stuffy as indoors. Despite being able to heave a sigh of relief, An Chuxia's heart feels empty.

“Xiaonainai, please get into the car.” Steward Han opens the car door.

Seeing nothing, An Chuxia has no choice but to take a seat.

In the car, Jiang Yuan starts complaining. “That bi**h is deliberately annoying me! The idea of seeing her laugh makes me want to puke!”

As An Chuxia listens to Jiang Yuan's rant, her eyes are glued to the building's gla.s.s doors. Although Xiang Mankuai is nothing but a taboo friend in front of the camera, her relations.h.i.+p with Qilu is more complex.

Should she let go?

“Madame, the reinforcements are here. We'll leave first. If we wait for young master to come out, there'll be a crowd, and leaving would be more difficult.” The butler buckles himself in the front pa.s.senger seat.

“Well, let's leave now and leave that stinky boy alone!” Jiang Yuan says in agreement.

As the car leaves the hospital, the trees lining the sides of the road disappear from their periphery. An Chuxia's thoughts run wild. What would Mankuai say to Qilu? What would he say to her?

From what she knows about him, he's born with a silver spoon, and whatever he wants, he gets easily. With that much media around them, shouldn't he announce his real relations.h.i.+p with Mankuai?

If that happens, what is her position in the Han family?

Xiaonainai… this t.i.tle is so ironic!

The phone she's squeezing in the palm of her hand suddenly vibrates, allowing her to return to reality, albeit cranky. Regardless, life goes on. There's a saying that it's natural for a boat to reach the bridge [port].

Whether Han Qilu openly addresses Mankuai's concern, she would have to live well [alone], right?

She opens the text message from Xiao Mingluo. He was reminding her not to forget the “appointment”. He says he regrets not being able to meet with them at their discharge.

An Chuxia thinks before responding with a smiley face emoji.

He doesn't return the text, but it doesn't matter. They reach the Han mansion soon enough.

Upon arrival, steward Han answers the phone in the hallway. He says, “Madame, master says he has left the hospital but he won't be coming home yet.”

“Why?” Jiang Yuan looks at him, her gaze lingering.

“I would a.s.sume he won't return until later tonight, so let's not delay dinner,” steward Han replies cautiously.

“What about love?! I haven't updated my post today. I'm not worrying about him. Let's go, An Chuxia. Let's write together.” She pulls An Chuxia to the studio.

As soon as the studio door shuts with a bang, steward Han sighs heavily. “Can the relations.h.i.+p between the wife and young master improve?”

“I think the relations.h.i.+p between the wife and young master will be okay,” the young maid with the feather duster says. “Don't worry steward Han. Blood is thicker than water; how can their relations.h.i.+p break so easily?”

Steward Han nods before walking away. He's not concerned about the mother-son relations.h.i.+p, but that between Qilu and Chuxia.

All he remembers is Mankuai making an appearance and Qilu staring at her the whole time. Steward Han shakes off the complicated thoughts.

Outside, soothing music pours into the luxurious sports car as it speeds through the roads.