Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He was fighting back the temptation to kiss her again.
He was upset about how proud and arrogant she was, and how she never regarded anyone in her eyes other than herself.
He wasn’t sure what was so good about Jiang Zhuoheng, why was she putting all her eggs in one basket?
The battle had been lost, but she still hadn’t given up. Did she want to repeat the same mistakes again?
Such stupidity!
“Wen Xuxu, I dare you to try.” Yan Rusheng clenched his teeth, his hazy eyes staring intently at her. “If I say you’re never leaving Flourish & Prosper, then you will never, ever leave Flourish & Prosper.”
He withdrew his hands and coldly left the room.
Xuxu was still leaning against the wall. She knelt down slowly and buried her head in her knees. Every part of her shivered.
She was at the Yan house, she shouldn’t be letting out her emotions here. She shouldn’t be bawling her eyes out here.
She took a mere two minutes to adjust her emotions and regain her composure. She helped herself up and walked out as if nothing had happened.
Ever since the children of Yan house had moved out, Old Lady Wang only ever got to have dinner with them once or twice a week.
Apart from the usual Yan Rusheng and Wang Daqin at the table, there was now Wen Xuxu as well, who livened up the atmosphere.
Wang Daqin was elated—she tended to focus all her attention on Wen Xuxu every time she visited.
Throughout the dinner, Wang Daqin didn’t eat much, but concentrated on acting the host for Wen Xuxu.
“Xuxu, next time you’re here, I’ll get Aunt Zhang to make whatever you like to eat.”
Wang Daqin told her gently, serving up a bowl of soup to Xuxu.
“I will.” Wen Xuxu nodded in agreement and finished the soup in a few gulps.
She put down her bowl and wiped her mouth with a small towelette.
“Grandmother, I’m full. I still have things waiting for me at home, so I’ll be heading off now.”
She stood up as she spoke.
Wang Daqin followed her. “Do you want to stay for some fruit?”
Wen Xuxu shook her head. “Maybe next time, I really have to go now.”
Wang Daqin was dejected and answered with a nod. Although she couldn’t bear to let her go, she didn’t want to force her. “Alright, remember to visit when you’re free.”
She turned back to look at Yan Rusheng and said, “Third Master Yan, the chauffeur had some family stuff to settle, why don’t you send Xuxu home?”
There was no room for negotiation.
“Grandmother, no…”
Wen Xuxu wanted to decline, but her words were cut off by Yan Rusheng’s firm “yes”.
He said it without any emotion.
Wen Xuxu was surprised that Yan Rusheng would agree to send her home.
She turned towards him feeling stunned.
He had already stood up and had both hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. His cold, bloodshot eyes were aimed at her, and he smiled proudly.
He was a thousand times bigger than her. She seemed so small, like an ant or a rodent.
I will not allow you to continue your ways, to keep committing mistakes ever again.
Yan Rusheng’s insults rang in Wen Xuxu’s ear, and she felt a shiver down her spine.
Perhaps in his eyes, she didn’t deserve any more respect than a rodent.
Only Fang Jiayin was deemed worthy of his respect. She was elegant, beautiful, and possessed many talents.
Fang Jiayin was good in her studies, spoke with elegance and she always dressed well.
She basked in the limelight back in high school and had been well-liked by the masses.
Even other aristocrats like Yan Rusheng had treated her like a goddess, being at her beck and call.
