Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Lu Yinan had the answer when he saw his expression.
He sighed heavily. “You’ve indeed quarreled with her.”
Once Yan Rusheng had made up his mind, no one among his circle of friends are to stop him.
So, the only thing Lu Yinan could do was to watch him helplessly.
Yan Rusheng began stacking the empty glasses like a pyramid—velvety remnant of the liquor was still visible in the transparent glasses.
They shimmered and flickered under the light.
It felt like a dream!
Just like how the time they had spent together these months…
At the thought of it, an icy gleam streaked across his eyes, while his finger—which was then tapping the table lightly—lunged forward and flicked the glass sitting on the middle of the pyramid with brute force.
The pyramid of glasses came crashing down with a deafening smash, some were shattered, some just rolled away.
The bartenders and waiters around the periphery of the bar were all startled by the sound of glasses breaking.
Everyone turned towards the source of the noise.
“Let’s go.” Yan Rusheng ignored everyone else as he stumbled to his feet.
He turned around, and on his drunken stupor, he staggered towards the exit.
Lu Yinan followed him, and with no time to waste, he assisted his drunken friend. “Where do you want to go?”
“To the office.” Yan Rusheng pushed Lu Yinan away and fumbled for his keys in his pocket. He dragged his feet to his car and opened the door.
“Are you still planning to drive in this state?” Lu Yinan grabbed his wrist and shoved him in the back seat instead.
Lu Yinan took over the front seat and started the engine.
At that moment, Yan Rusheng changed his mind abruptly and mumbled, “Home.”
Lu Yinan glanced at him through the rearview mirror and sneered, “Looks like the famous Yan Rusheng does fear a certain someone.”
It seemed like he wasn’t completely drunk.
Even if he didn’t say anything, he would have sent him home anyway.
If he didn’t, how would Wen Xuxu feel?
…
The splendid-looking mansion was illuminated with lights.
But he didn’t feel any warmth when he stepped into the house.
Only God knew how hard he had yearned for a child with her so that it would bind them tightly together in this marriage.
Hmph!
He smiled bitterly to himself. To think that she… didn’t even care.
He didn’t even switch on the lights in his bedroom.
But just as he had expected, the bed was empty and the bedroom was cold and silent.
He sauntered across the room and sat on his bed, after which he laid on it, burying his head with the pillow and trying to shut his eyes.
For the first time in his life, he didn’t feel like showering. He simply plopped on his bed and fell asleep.
…
The next morning, Xuxu sent Huanhuan back to the orphanage.
And she didn’t go home the entire day.
The sun had set but still, she was nowhere in sight.
Yan Rusheng stood by the windows in the study. He looked past his windows and beyond the courtyard till past midnight.
Only then did he turned away.
He knew that she won’t be coming home tonight.
He returned to his bedroom and took his wallet from the drawer—he retrieved the old plastic ring that he had hidden.
He put the ring on the tip of his finger and raised his hand. The ring shimmered as the light shone on it.
This ring seemed to have the power to transcend time as it brought him back to his childhood, for he started fondly reminiscing about the times he had played together with Wen Xuxu.
He always wanted to beat her at everything and to surpass her. It was the main reason why he had worked so hard and constantly challenged himself to exceed expectations.
Although he knew that his achievements were largely due to Grandmother’s efforts.
But if Wen Xuxu hasn’t appeared in his life, he might not have had the motivation and determination to work so hard.
He could be like some of his friends, simply squandering their family fortune away.
This woman had affected and influenced him for more than two decades and possibly his entire life. Yet, he didn’t notice it at all throughout these years.
