Chapter 8 (1/2)

CHAPTER 08

last edited on : 13.12.17

THIS TRANSLATION IS HOSTED AT ZHANLANTRANSLATIONS.WORDPRESS.COM IF YOU ARE READING THIS ELSEWHERE YOU ARE CONTRIBUTING TO THE PROPAGATION OF AGGREGATOR SITES, WHICH (SUPPOSEDLY) PUTS ME (WYNNE, ZE TRANSLATOR) OUT OF BUSINESS SO BE NICE AND DON’T. BE AUTHENTIC YO. READ AUTHENTIC BRO.

But the real reason for their divorce… Fan Xiao Qing cupped her chin and looked at the picture she'd clicked open on her computer screen, sighing deeply. Z L T

The person in the picture was Fan Xiao Qing's high school and university cla.s.smate, and was someone wanted to avoid—Fan Qian Hua. Z L T

And his other ident.i.ty was Fan Hua San Qian, the husband Fan Xiao Qing had tried desperately to divorce. ♢ ONLINE GAME: WILLINGLY CAPTURED, CHAPTER 08 is hosted at ♢

Ever since the day she was killed till she dropped three levels, she didn't know if it was her being overly saddened or overly traumatised or overly exhausted… regardless, illness collapsed on her. The ever-healthy little Fan Xiao Qing promptly fell ill. Z L T

She called her company to take leave. She heard the doorbell that had not rang for a week on the third day of her holing up in her house. Z L T

Fan Xiao Qing dragged her illness-wrecked body to the door. When she saw who was standing at the entrance, it was as though she was struck by lightening. Z L T

She immediately closed the door, ran into the toilet in a flurry to tidy her appearance before once again opening the door. The person outside the door smiled a smile that didn't look like a smile at her. She inhaled several times. ”Who are you looking for?”

”I'm looking for you.” His voice was low. Not granting her any time to react, he stepped into her house. Z L T

Fan Xiao Qing patted her face frozen from being overly shocked. Just as she was about to get some water for the guest, her hand was gripped.

Fan Qian Hua very naturally held her hand, and pressed a hand over her forehead to check her temperature, then tipped her chin to look at her disposition, before tautly her pressed her back into her bed. ”You're sick? No wonder you didn't log on for so long.”

Fan Xiao Qing was still submerged in her ”how did he know I haven't been online” thoughts. Her face becoming increasingly pale, she flapped around, still wanting to get up. ”You're a guest, I need to receive you…” Z L T

Fan Qian Hua frowned, his thin lips moved: ”We don't need to regard each other as outsiders.” Z L T

Not outsiders (jian wai)? Then it's insiders (jian nei)*? Z L T