Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

‘Oh….’

She scrunched her brows and glared at him. She then stretched out her hand to push him away.

At that moment, Yan Rusheng had already backed away and he straightened his back. He appeared unruffled and said, “Close your eyes and sleep now. If not, it wouldn’t be a kiss anymore.”

He threatened her with a glare.

Xuxu didn’t dare to challenge him back and closed her eyes immediately. She didn’t want him to do anything inappropriate in front of a child.

Yan Rusheng curled his mouth in satisfaction and turned around to sit by the bed.

“Remember to check Huanhuan’s temperature later,” Xuxu said.

She was still worried and couldn’t help but remind Yan Rusheng again.

“Hmm.” Yan Rusheng nodded and stretched his long-fingered hand to touch Huanhuan’s forehead. Her fever seemed to have subsided.

His huge hand brought warmth to Huanhuan and she dropped her guard against him.

She blinked her innocent-looking eyes and asked, “Brother-in-law, where is Brother Ah Heng? Did he leave?”

“Hmph.” The little lass bought up a question that he had been itching to ask. Now he doesn’t have to rack his brain to come up with an excuse to ask Wen Xuxu about Ah Heng.

He turned his head to look at Xuxu and feigned ignorance before asking, “Wen Xuxu was Jiang Zhuoheng here?”

There was a long pause…

Why did Little Huanhuan have to bring up Jiang Zhuoheng? Why did she have to mention a pot that doesn’t even boil?

Xuxu clammed up and closed her eyes tightly.

Yan Rusheng sneered under his breath when Wen Xuxu remained silent — indeed, she was guilty.

He rose from where he was seating and strode over to the couch. He continued to interrogate her. “Weren’t you at your grandfather’s place in the evening? Or did you sneak off to meet Jiang Zhuoheng?”

Xuxu was dumbfounded…

This young master was really ridiculous. He really does have a wild imagination.

“Did I guess correctly?” Yan Rusheng stood in his height and gazed down at her.

Xuxu could feel the temperature decreasing rapidly and pretending to be asleep was no longer an option. She opened her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows. She grumbled, “I thought you ordered me to stop talking and sleep?”

Yan Rusheng gazed at her in a serious manner and interrogated her once more. “Why did Jiang Zhuoheng come to the hospital? How did the two of you meet?”

Xuxu honestly answered, “I met him by coincidence at Grandfather’s place. Then I received Matron Huang’s call and I told him about Huanhuan. So he decided to come along with me. That’s all.”

Yan Rusheng snorted coldly. ” Hmph. Coincidence. Everything seems to be a coincidence.”

Xuxu was irritated at this point. “It’s up to you to believe.”

She turned her body around, with her back facing him. She shut her eyes close, with no intention of talking to him anymore.

She had indeed met Jiang Zhuoheng by coincidence. Her conscience was clear and she didn’t feel guilty at all.

And what right did he have to question her? There were plenty of coincidences between him and Fang Jiayin as well. They had met outside a bar and were caught in a tight embrace.

“Yes. Anyway, it doesn’t matter.” Yan Rusheng said in a harsh, raspy voice while he stood in all his height.

“It doesn’t matter if I believe or I was mistaken, you don’t care at all,” he thought to himself.

To Xuxu, she interpreted his words differently. Anyway, it doesn’t matter to him whether she had explained or not.

Yan Rusheng settled himself back into his seat. Huanhuan fell silent as she noticed the tension between them and hurriedly closed her eyes.

The room fell silent.

After some time, Wen Xuxu turned around to check on them.

And her heart melted at the sight!

Yan Rusheng was fast asleep as he rested his head by the edge of the bed. His massive body was arched in an uncomfortable position and she felt sorry for him.

She rose and trod gingerly towards him. She held the blazer in her hands and placed it over him carefully.