“Hello.” Shao Zun answered the phone, and after a while, he growled into the phone: “You idiot!”
What’s the argument about? Xiao Yao blinked, watching President Shao’s fierce expression and his gritted words… As she listened, her face gradually turned pale…
[The translation continues in this style, maintaining the original narrative tone and character nuances.]
He is a professional translator who is proficient in both Chinese and English. Here is the translation:
What was even more terrifying to imagine was—what if that Miss Su came to make a scene at their home? How could her parents, who prided themselves on being from a scholarly family, bear the accusation of “adultery and enticement”?
Thinking about this, Xiao Yao couldn’t help but feel angry! Such an accusation was truly unacceptable; they clearly hadn’t done anything, and at least having some facts would make it somewhat less nauseating… Ah, where was she going with these thoughts?
It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault, you disaster! Why would there be a fiancée out of nowhere? And she herself was self-destructive—why would she covet another’s man?
The most direct emotions surged up all at once, tears welling up in her eyes. Xiao Yao mounted her “Little Sheep” scooter and started the engine, intending to speed away.
At this moment, a pair of hands stopped her from starting the engine.
Xiao Yao looked at those familiar large hands, thinking of the slender fingers that had once wrapped around her, the thick palms that had enveloped her multiple times…
Scene after scene of being together flashed quickly through her mind, making her feel even more hopelessly lost.
At this moment, she was in complete disarray, only wanting to escape, to flee from this unpleasant feeling.
Finally, she spoke in a hoarse voice: “Let go. Nothing can be held onto, nothing exists… Don’t make me cry for you again. I really don’t want this anymore, okay?”
She never looked up, just fiercely staring at those hands, watching the joints suddenly tense and turn white, feeling the front of the scooter slightly vibrate from some force…
She dared not look at his expression, not wanting to confirm her imagination, because she knew she would not be able to bear it.
