Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

All the elderly ladies took turns praising Young Master Yan with envious expressions.

Their flattery overwhelmed the Old Master. “It’s still quite okay.”

Yan Rusheng stood at the same spot without moving an inch.

An old lady holding a long sword waved at him. She smiled brightly and said, “Young guy, come over.”

She scurried over to Yan Rusheng, and when she reached him, she gripped his arm before enthusiastically pulling him towards a group of ladies.

“Our group lacks young people like you who can add vitality and energy.”

Since he had a good-looking face, all the elderly ladies gave him special treatment. They volunteered to teach him taiji moves.

And they kept mentioning their grandsons and grandsons-in-law and compared them with him.

As he surveyed their smiling faces, Young Master Yan was crumbling from the inside and he was nearing a breakdown.

He was the tallest in the group, and along with his stiff and rigid movements, he stuck out like an eyesore in the group.

“Old Wen, your grandson-in-law looks really familiar.”

“I also share the same sentiment.”

The morning exercise was over and everyone packed up to leave. Before leaving, several elderly ladies swarmed around Old Master Wen.

They were fervently discussing seeing Yan Rusheng on the news.

Yan Rusheng hastened his footsteps amidst the ruckus.

When he got back to the clinic, he immediately bade Old Master Wen goodbye and excused himself because of urgent company matters.

He had no intention of staying any longer in that place.

Loud and thunderous pounding sounds assailed Xuxu’s ears. She struggled to open her eyes and popped her head out of the blanket. She furiously gnashed her teeth as she stared at the ceiling. “Yan Rusheng, you’re dead meat.”

She leaped off the bed and glimpsed her alarm clock. It had just struck 7 a.m.

She heavily stormed towards the door and wrenched it open. Before she could catch a proper glimpse of the person in front her, a towering figure—reeking of alcohol—advanced on her.

“Wen Xuxu, you’re so dead.” Yan Rusheng came up to her and tightly grabbed her shoulders. He pushed her towards a wall and seconds later, he had crushed her lips with his.

Xuxu widened her eyes in surprise as she looked at the man kissing her.

What happened? Shouldn’t he be the one who’s dead? He had pounded on her door early in the morning!

She tried to shove him away, but he was way too strong for her. She gathered all her strength, but he didn’t even move an inch.

The kiss quickly got out of hand given that he hasn’t touched her in days. Yan Rusheng’s hands went to Xuxu’s back, wrapping her tightly in his embrace and pressing their bodies together.

His kisses trailed downwards—lips moving to her chin and neck.

“Yan Rusheng, if you don’t stop, never think of stepping foot into my house ever again,” Xuxu reprovingly said while giving him a stern glare.

Her words froze Yan Rusheng and his movements stopped. He raised his head and watched her stern expression.

He cast all aggressiveness aside in a split second. He gave her a weak smile as he hugged her. “Xuxu, just forgive me this time all right? I promise there won’t be a second time.”

Xuxu didn’t budge and solemnly said, “You will only cherish and treasure something if you worked hard to earn it.”

How could he possibly know how much effort, expectation, and determination she had invested while making those chocolates?

When she saw Fang Jiayin holding the box of chocolates, it was as if a hand had cruelly and heartlessly wrench off her heart away from her.

She believed it when he said that he loved her.

Because he was Yan Rusheng and if he didn’t care about a person, he wouldn’t have put in any effort.