Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Lu Yishan got a fright when she saw his expression and stuttered, “Yesterday… yesterday, Third sister-in-law and I ran into each other at a nearby hotel. I told her that men usually expressed their love for women by sending roses, whereas women usually give chocolates as an expression of their love. So she… she personally made a box for you.”

Before Lu Yishan could finish her words, all of a sudden, someone grabbed Yan Rusheng by his collar.

‘Thump.’ A fist landed hard near the corner of his mouth and blood oozed out from his mouth.

Following this, Jiang Zhuoheng pushed him against the wall. He was exploding with rage and was glaring at him with his vicious-looking eyes. He yelled at him. “Yan Rusheng, you don’t deserve Xuxu’s love.”

After yelling at him, he raised his fist again.

Ming Ansheng and the rest immediately went forward to stop him. “Ah Heng, don’t be like this.”

Ming Ansheng and Lu Yinan each grabbed hold of one of Jiang Zhuoheng’s arm in an attempt to pull him away from Yan Rusheng.

Yan Rusheng widened his eyes in shock.

“You don’t deserve Xuxu’s love…”

He suddenly snapped out of his trance and violently pushed Jiang Zhuoheng away. He spun around and ran towards the direction of the hall.

People crowded the hall. He walked in, frantically maneuvering and combing through the crowd like a crazy man.

No. Wen Xuxu must be angry, hurt and disappointed. She must have left.

As he mulled over this, he turned and dashed for the entrance.

“President Yan.”

Yan Rusheng exited the entrance of the annual meeting hall and anxiously walked towards the staircase. When he reached the flight of stairs, he was about to push open the door when he bumped into Qiao Jian.

Yan Rusheng anxiously asked, “Have you seen Wen Xuxu?”

Qiao Jian replied, “I came to inform you that I ran into Madam in the hall earlier. She was leaving.”

Before he could finish his words, Yan Rusheng had already disappeared in a flash and headed for the first floor.

‘Yan Rusheng, you deserved to be shot! You deserved to be shot a million times!’

With one breath, Yan Rusheng dashed to the car park and realized that Xuxu’s car was no longer there. He hurriedly took his car keys and unlocked his car door. He pounded his fist on the steering wheel while berating himself before driving off.

He turned and swerved the car, he then stepped on the accelerator. His car sped off at rocket speed and disappeared from the hotel in split seconds.

Yan Rusheng put on his blue-tooth and dialed Old Master Wen’s number. When he heard the old master’s voice, he composed himself and said, “Grandfather, it’s me, Third Yan.”

“Third Yan?” Old Master Wen was shocked to receive a call from Yan Rusheng. “Why did you call me?”

This was because Yan Rusheng had never once called him.

Yan Rusheng had wanted to ask Old Master Wen if Xuxu was at his place. But he had doubts, he reckoned that Xuxu must still be fuming mad and feeling sad, and thus, she wouldn’t return to Grandfather’s home and cause the elderly undue worry.

He also didn’t want to cause worry to the elderly. Hence, he smiled and said, “I just want to wish you Merry Christmas.”

Over at the other end of the line, the elderly man was insensitive and poured a wet blanket on him. ” Hmph! This is a celebration of the West, so what has it got to do with me?”

After saying that, the old man asked, “Where’s Xuxu? She called earlier to say that the two of you will be back at my place for dinner tomorrow?”

Yan Rusheng smiled and replied, “Yes, we’ll visit you tomorrow.”

After a short and casual chat with the elderly man, he found an excuse to end the call and dialled Xuxu’s number.

As expected, Xuxu didn’t answer his call.

There were glistening Christmas trees along the streets. At the mall, children were holding on to sticks of fireworks, and maneuvering happily through the crowd.