Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
This happened often; whenever he looked at Wen Xuxu, he would be reminded of Fang Jiayin.
They were clearly as different as day and night but inadvertently, he could always see Jiayin’s shadow in her.
It was obviously an illusion, but he had no idea why he felt this way.
“President Yan, please order.”
They sat down facing each other, and Wen Xuxu handed the menu to Yan Rusheng.
Yan Rusheng lowered his head and concentrated on the menu. His thick eyelashes covered his beautiful eyes.
Xuxu looked at him, seeming to have fallen into a trance.
Thinking back, this would be the first time they had dined out with just the two of them.
When they were in B City, Fang Jiayin would always join them if they met up for meals on weekends. Or there would always be someone else.
In the capital city, they rarely had the chance. Other than social engagements, they wouldn’t appear at the same table together.
“Get the waiter to take our order.” Yan Rusheng raised his head.
“Oh, okay,” Xuxu responded, coming back to reality. She waved in the direction of the cashier. “Waiter, we would like to order.”
The waiter came over, and Yan Rusheng ordered everything that caught his eye.
He had an excellent memory, and he could remember anything after he’d seen it once. After he read the menu seriously, he closed it and rattled off the seven dishes in one breath.
Seven dishes for the two of them. What an extravagant waste!
Xuxu thought in her heart. However, the young master was unexpectedly kind enough not to order any dishes with curry. In fact, she liked most of the dishes.
The waiter left the order note on the edge of the table and left.
Wen Xuxu began to disinfect the cutlery and cups.
Her expression was serious every time she performed her duties. She would repeat the process at least three times.
Yan Rusheng supported his chin with both hands as he looked at her. Her round and bright forehead was perspiring, probably due to how far they’d walked earlier on.
He involuntarily pulled out tissues from the box.
“President Yan, do you want some tea?” Xuxu raised her head and asked him softly.
Just like how she’d watched him earlier, his head suddenly jerked back. Yan Rusheng looked slightly guilty, and he used the tissues in his hands to wipe his own forehead.
“Yeah.”
He replied back in his usual nonchalant manner and then stole a glance at Xuxu’s forehead, feeling upset with himself.
Oh my god! Earlier on, he had actually felt like wiping away the stupid woman’s sweat. He felt like chopping off his hands!
Wen Xuxu poured a cup of tea and put it in front of him. “Be careful, it’s a little hot.”
She reminded him gently and removed her slender, fair hands from the cup.
“Wen Xuxu!” Yan Rusheng stared at Wen Xuxu intensely, and his voice gave away how unbelievably surprised he was.
Xuxu’s hand quivered at his yell, and she stared at him in confusion. “What’s the matter?”
Why was he so flustered? It gave her quite the fright.
“Nothing.” Yan Rusheng shook his head.
She had merely given him a reminder in a tone that was gentler than usual. He was strangely overwhelmed by her tender affection and had almost grabbed her tiny hand.
He wanted to ask if she did the same things when she was with Jiang Zhuoheng—disinfecting the cutlery or cautioning him in a gentle tone.
Yan Rusheng, your illness is getting serious.
…
Xuxu enjoyed her lunch eating the dishes she liked. She finished her rice and began eating the rest.
Yan Rusheng saw that her bowl was empty and questioned her, “Aren’t you eating anymore?”
