Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Xuxu replied at once. “I still have work to do.”
After that, she lowered her head and looked at the celebrity’s profile information that Bleu had handed her.
With a soothing voice with a gentle tone. Yan Rusheng looked at her and said, “It’s alright. I’ll wait for you.”
In the past, Wen Xuxu was always the one who waited for Yan Rusheng.
Even when he had to wait for her, he would always hurry her. He had never once waited patiently for her just like what he was doing.
They both sat facing each other, occupied with their own work.
Yan Rusheng was typing away non-stop on his keyboard.
His cell phone suddenly rang. He instinctively stole a glance at Xuxu before whipping out his phone from his pocket. He turned it to silent mode first and then walked away to answer the call.
“It’s not convenient for me to communicate via video call right now. Let’s text to discuss instead.”
After saying this, Yan Rusheng ended the call before he could even reach the door. He went back in to sit down and resumed typing on his keyboard.
He tried his best not to make too much noise for fear of disturbing Xuxu.
Actually, there were many spaces outside where he could carry out his work, but he couldn’t bear to give up this opportunity to spend time alone with Xuxu in the same room.
It had been over two months since they spent time together in private.
Xuxu supported her head with one hand while holding a pen in the other and casually twirling it with her fingers.
Time ticked away by the minutes and seconds. The piece of paper in front of her was still a clean and blank sheet.
After ending the short meeting, Yan Rusheng held up the glass of water which Rose had poured for him earlier. He took a sip while gazing at the woman opposite him.
She lowered her head, and she was holding the pen with her slender and fair hand, sketching away on a piece of paper.
He didn’t pay attention to what she was drawing as his heart had already melted the moment he set his eyes on her.
Yan Rusheng could no longer pay attention to his work, and he didn’t have the courage to keep staring at Xuxu. Hence, he pretended to be working by striking the keyboard once in a while.
Suddenly, there was a message prompt on the WeChat app on his laptop.
Yan Rusheng opened the message—it was from Lu Yinan. ‘Third Yan, let’s meet for dinner tonight.’
He replied, ‘Not going. Don’t ask me out in the future.’
Lu Yinan’s reply came instantly. ‘Xuxu is still ignoring you. So, we thought you might feel lonely, hence we are asking you out. We feel pity for you.’
He… a lonely man?
Young Master Yan received immeasurable blows to his pride and ego. He took his cellphone, launched his camera a. He even added a ‘cool’ emoji of a face wearing sunglasses.
He was immensely pleased with himself.
Lu Yinan: ‘Hey, isn’t that Xuxu?’
Ming Ansheng: ‘Is that Xuxu?’
There was a long pause…
There was a long pause…
Everyone silently looked. The photo blew them away.
Yan Rusheng sent out another smoking soldier emoji—he was feeling extremely proud of himself. ‘It’s time for your dinner. Do what you’re supposed to do.’
Ming Ansheng: ‘Don’t be too smug. From the angle of the photo, it’s obvious the photo was taken in secret. You were afraid that Xuxu might find out, hence you retracted the phone too fast, and it made it look like Xuxu’s hand became fuzzy.’
Her hand was fuzzy? Yan Rusheng immediately inspected the photo—it was indeed fuzzy.
He knitted his eyebrows while looking at Ming Ansheng’s WeChat profile picture. He gnashed his teeth in anger. He’s really a wild old fox.
“I can’t chat with you any further. In the future, don’t ask me out to any function or activities.” Yan Rusheng sent out his reply and was about to exit out of WeChat.
