Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Fang Jiayin was slightly trembling as she gritted her teeth to compose herself. Then she continued to feign ignorance and used her eyes to look at Yan Rusheng as if to plead. “Remember how I didn’t insist on making Su Yue pay for what she did? Can you just do me this favor?”

“You may do whatever you like, but that depends on whether you can do it.” Yan Rusheng rose as he spoke. He glanced at her from a lofty position. “Miss Fang, if there’s nothing else, I’m leaving.”

He strode towards the entrance without a second word.

Fang Jiayin stood up as she watched Yan Rusheng. Her eyes glistened as she spoke. “Yan Rusheng, I was together with you for a few years. Don’t you even care about our past relationship?”

Yan Rusheng stopped and turned around. He stared at the woman who disgusted him at the mere mention of his name.

“I advise you not to dwell on our past relationship.” He placed extra emphasis on the words ‘past relationship’ and raised his voice. “If not, I won’t be able to resist the urge to settle old scores with you.”

And this time around, he marched out without waiting for Fang Jiayin to respond.

‘I advise you not to dwell on our past relationship. If not, I won’t be able to resist the urge to settle old scores with you…’

She thought, “Yan Rusheng, since you’re so heartless, then don’t blame me for being callous!”

Initially, she thought he would still have some feelings towards her, so she gave it a try by looking for him.

But instead of what she had expected, he loathed her, and he was slowly pushing her towards the abyss and condemning her to eternal destruction.

Ming Ansheng chuckled and shook his head when they were out of the cafe. “This Fang Jiayin is really interesting.”

Then something struck him, and out of curiosity, he asked, “The anonymous person who had spilled the beans on her drugging you four years ago was actually you right?”

Yan Rusheng glanced askew at him but didn’t speak.

“I bet that was you and you even scripted it yourself.” Ming Ansheng was certain, and he laughed. “That article even claimed that Wen Xuxu had benefited from it, you must have written that.”

They reached the roadside.

Yan Rusheng threw Ming Ansheng a cold look. “Get a taxi home yourself.”

He whipped out his keys and unlocked the car.

As he was about to open the car door, Ming Ansheng frowned in disapproval. “Third Yan, how could you let such as a gorgeous man like me to stand out here and wait for a cab. Do you have the heart to do it?”

Yan Rusheng looked at Ming Ansheng with a deadpan expression. “I drank hard liquor tonight!”

He bent to get in the car and pressed the ignition button.

It dumbfounded young Master Ming as the champagne-colored Bentley sped out of his sight in seconds.

This damned fellow really left him standing there.

…

When Yan Rusheng got up the next morning, his head felt giddy since he slept really late last night. He went straight to the dining room.

Jiang Qinglian was having her breakfast. “Good morning, First Aunt.”

As she put down her glass of milk, Jing Qinglian said, “Tell Xuxu that I’m going back to C city today.”

“She should be back later,” Yan Rusheng said as he sat across Jiang Qinglian.

He picked up his fork and knife and Jiang Qinglian suddenly stared at him. “Third Yan, are you really not helping Runan?”

Yan Rusheng glanced at her and solemnly expounded, “First Aunt, whoever makes a mistake should receive a duly punishment. In recent years, corrupt officials who had been exposed were all imprisoned. They paid for their crimes even though they were retired. Don’t you understand it now?”

He paused and continued, “My suggestion is for Second Brother to give himself up first, he should rather be proactive than be passive. First Aunt, do you understand my intentions?”