Chapter 48 Are You Sure YL Is a Man?

Yet she still felt that this wasn’t truly him.

At least, this wasn’t all of him.

She could still vividly recall the cold, sinister look in his eyes that night. If he were truly as careless and devil-may-care as he appeared, there would be no way for him to possess a gaze that could make someone feel as though they had fallen into hell.

This man was far too enigmatic for her to grasp, and now that he seemed to have realized she was not He Luo, Ye Luo couldn’t help but study him more intently than before.

When he noticed her looking at him, he only let out a soft laugh, saying nothing.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, Uncle Wang immediately approached her with delight. “Miss Luo, sir will be staying for a while again. You won’t have to eat alone every day—it won’t be so lonely.”

Ye Luo said nothing.

She had just sat down at the dining table when she heard the man across from her receive a call. She paid it no mind, simply picking up her chopsticks and quietly beginning her meal.

It was Song Linfeng calling.

While picking up his food, Gong Lü unhurriedly answered the call, not bothering to avoid anyone present.

As soon as the call connected, Song Linfeng’s voice came through, “President, I just got a reply from the Translator God. It was an obvious refusal—he said, ‘Thank you, but no.’”

“So, you’re just giving up that easily?” Gong Lü replied.

“Ah?” Song Linfeng was momentarily stunned, then hurried to explain, his scalp prickling, “N-no! I just wanted to update you first, but I’ll keep trying to contact him! Judging by his attitude, he must really be working alone, and his interpreting skills are extremely strong! Otherwise, why would he refuse so decisively?”

Ye Luo listened with an indifferent expression, but inwardly she found this behavior deeply distasteful. She disliked people who pestered endlessly—she had already made her refusal clear, so they ought to have the sense to give up.

Gong Lü nonchalantly took another bite, then asked casually, “Does this Translator God have a name? I’ve never heard you mention what he’s called.”

“No one knows his real name,” Song Linfeng replied. “How could I tell you? All he has is a username—just two capital letters: YL.”

YL?

Gong Lü’s hand, holding his chopsticks, froze in midair. His expression changed instantly, the smile vanishing from his face without a trace.

“What did you say?” His voice was rather cold.

Ye Luo couldn’t help but frown ever so slightly. What was wrong with this man? Why did he react so strongly just at the mention of ‘YL’?

“What did I say?” Song Linfeng sounded utterly confused on the other end.

“What were those two English letters you just said?”

“YL.”

Gong Lü immediately put down his chopsticks, rose, and strode out of the dining room in two quick steps.

As he hurried upstairs, he pressed further into the phone, “Are you sure it’s a man?”

Song Linfeng was even more baffled. “Translator Li said it was a man—why, is that not the case?”

Gong Lü did not respond. He simply ended the call and entered his study.

Ye Luo, having overheard the conversation, furrowed her brow. What was going on here? How could those two letters, ‘YL’, make him suspect that the person behind them was actually a woman?

But Ye Luo had no intention of asking Gong Lü about it.

To avoid trouble, she had never intended for anyone to know that she was the famed ‘Translator God—YL’ on the Top Translation Forum.

She simply continued eating her meal.

Upstairs, however, Gong Lü entered the study, sat at the desk, turned on his computer, and logged into the Top Translation Forum.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, and in no time, he had hacked into the forum’s official account and accessed the administrative backend.

There, he pulled up the private information of all registered users, searching for a profile under the name YL.