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<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="269" data-orig-width="500"></figure>I don’t know how many of my readers are fluent in Chinese, but for those of you who aren’t, Wylanne’s YouTube Channel has EP 1-9 of Too Late to Say I Love You subbed, which you can find here. I’ve also picked up the subbing project on Viki (only EP 10 is completely subbed) and will continue to do so when I have the time, which you can find here.
Liu Shao is secretly a very naughty boy. It seems like he mentally strips Jing Wan whenever he sees her. I’m just as bad as he is though, because I am really looking forward to the delicious kiss scenes. Since he is twice as hot in the book, is it too much to ask if I also want the upcoming kiss scenes to be twice as steamy?
Encountering Love: Chapter 20
After hearing her words, everyone burst out laughing, and Jing Wan turned her body away to say: “I’m not talking to you anymore. All of you are ganging up to bully me.” The Third Miss could not hold back her laughter, and reaching out to pinch her cheeks gently, she said: “This little thing is just so difficult to deal with, so much that no one can dislike her.” Murong Feng watched them play mahjong for a little while, but then went towards the back, and after finishing that round, Madam Liu said: “Let’s not play anymore.” They went to wash their hands and the Third Miss chuckled softly to Jing Wan, while saying: “Hurry up and go.” Jing Wan replied: “I’m ignoring you. Even you are bullying me today.” Even though she said this, after a while, she told then that she was going to change and walked towards the back.
Murong Feng often came to visit her at the little building and she knew that he liked to sit in the small living room to smoke. As she expected, once she entered the door, she could smell the faint scent of peppermint and tobacco, and that refreshingly light fragrance reminded her of a familiar and intimate countenance; unwittingly, her footsteps slowed. Shen Jia Ping was standing behind Murong Feng, and when he saw her come in, he called out “Miss Yin” but then withdrew from the room.
Murong Feng saw that Shen Jia Ping had conveniently closed the door, and he rose slightly while saying: “Miss Yin, please be seated.” Jing Wan gave a charming smile and said: “Liu Shao is too polite.” She sat on the sofa facing him and Murong Feng noticed that she was wearing a vermilion colored qipao; that qipao was not ordinary as the collar was in the shape of a heart, exposing the snow-white column of her neck, which was further accentuated by the string of red coral pearls hanging around it. She saw that he was studying her, so she laughingly stretched out her arm for him to look at, on which hung a Western-styled bracelet. That bracelet was studded with pink diamonds so bright that they would dazzle anyone, and she said: “The one you gave me is right here.”
He saw that her arms were also as white as snow; he wanted to reach out to stroke it, but in the end he resisted the temptation, and giving a slight smile, he said: “What did they say?” Jing Wan returned his smile: “What else could they say? When they heard that you gave this to me, they clicked their tongues and admired it greatly.” She grimaced and said: “Next time, I will show off that necklace you gave me, I assure you that they will admire it for the entire morning.”
He then asked: “Why are you so happy today?” Jing Wan could not hold back her smile and whispered: “Madam Xu was losing to me on purpose. I had a three of rounds, a five of rounds, and when I drew another tile, I saw that there was a four of rounds, but the Third Miss claimed it first. Madam Xu, the clever person she is, immediately discarded her four of rounds for me.” She chattered happily, seemingly like a mischievous child as she tried to hold back a beaming smile. Her hair was very thick and there was a lock of her hair that escaped from behind her ear, pitch-black lock that dangled by the side of her face. He wanted to tuck it behind her ear, but he could only sit there without moving, seemingly absentmindedly, while listening to her talk about the trivial matters of playing mahjong. He had a faint illusion, and only hoped that these kinds of days would occur more often. There was a vase of tuberoses, which were emitting a faint fragrance, on the coffee table. Looking past the roses, her face seemed like the moonlight shining outside the window, so lovely that he could not tear his eyes away.
After a while, he finally said: “I plan to hold a birthday celebration for you on the sixteenth of this month.” When she heard this, her smile faded, her demeanor became more serious and she slowly asked: “Isn’t that just next week?” He made a sound of affirmation and said: “There has been a change in the situation, we cannot delay anymore. Good thing our plan is very comprehensive and our preparations are complete.” He looked up to gaze at her and said: “But there is nothing that is foolproof, if… if…” He was usually as straightforward man, but when he got to this topic, he actually said ‘if’ twice. Finally, he sighed softly and said: “Miss Yin, I am very sorry to have gotten you involved in this situation.“
Jing Wan replied: “This is of my own free will, we have discussed this beforehand.” He gazed at her, but in the end, he only said: “If the matter is not successful, I want you to immediately return to Qian Ping. Do not delay even a minute or they will notice you straightaway. I want you to be able to flee.”
Jing Wan responded: “Even now, does Liu Shao not believe in me?” Murong Feng said: “You must know – if the matter is not successful, I cannot even guarantee your personal safety.” Jing Wan looked at him with fire in her eyes: “Liu Shao, even though I am a woman, I know what it is to share hardships. Moreover, we’ve had a lengthy discussion before, and Liu Shao thought that I was someone whom you can collaborate with. Jing Wan will not covet life and fear death, I know that this matter is dangerous. Even though the course of the event is predetermined by the Heavens, we have a hand in our own fates; I believe in myself, and also believe in Liu Shao.”
When Murong Feng heard her words, his feelings were so intricate and complicated that they were hard to explain. It was not as if he was happy, rather, it was a profound sense of loss. The room became silent. She was wearing two inch long pendant earrings made out of pink diamonds, and when they made small rustling sounds, he thought of when he was young and a few of the maids were playing with him in the atrium. During dusk on that summer day, they were gathering tuberoses, and carefully picked each flower – to avoid breaking it. They weaved the flowers into long pendant earrings as the maids were all in their teens, the age when they liked to play most. They hung the flowers on their ears, laughing and playing and then they called for him to look: “Sixth Young Master, Sixth Young Master…” That kind of flower had a faint fragrance, and his mother, who was standing on the steps, wearing a finely woven, wide-sleeved dajin, and a black skirt underneath, was watching him with a smile. The limestone paving in the courtyard was slippery with water, which was rapidly vaporizing from the heat, and he pounced on her, still holding the flowers.
Seeing that he had not said anything for a while, Jing Wan idly grabbed a branch of tuberoses and began to slowly play with the stem; once she reached the end of the stem, she would run her hand along it again. He suddenly said: “Jing Wan… when I met you, it was too late.” When she heard these words, she began to be afraid for no apparent reason, even though she was so fearless before. After a moment, she raised her head and said gently: “Jing Wan has an unreasonable request. I don’t know if Liu Shao is willing to agree to my request.”