c-novel translation

Qin Moling didn’t drink the milk. He put it on the kitchen island when he got home. The next day, Auntie Geng asked him if he wanted to drink that carton of milk for breakfast. Qin Moling, who was drinking coffee, said, “Not drinking it.” Aunt Geng put away the milk, wondering in her heart.… Continue reading

This was not the first time that Jian Hang had gone home so late. She often got home at two in the morning; eleven o’clock was really not too late for her. It only took ten minutes to drive from the company to her home at night without the traffic. So why did she let… Continue reading

After drinking a cup of coffee, Qin Xing said goodbye. Jian Hang also had an appointment in the afternoon. She motioned to Lin Xiao, “Go with me.” “Where are we going?” “Wanyue.” In terms of work, Lin Xiao was mud who couldn’t support the wall. In his own words, he was already a salted fish.… Continue reading

On the first night after moving into the villa, Qin Moling couldn’t sleep. Sleeping in a new bed or place never used to bother him before. He spent at least one-third of his time on business trips and stayed in hotels many months in a year. His highest record was changing into five hotels in… Continue reading