Was he anxious?
Yan Rusheng thought about what he said, was he getting anxious?
Was he anxious?
How did this rascal know that he was anxious?
“Haven’t seen you for three years, you’re becoming less of a man.”
At this point, Third Master Yan was in a terrible mood, and his vicious tongue returned.
Young Master Jiang was born with white and tender skin, and so he was constantly mistaken for a young girl. As he grew older he became more enchanting, causing jealousy among both men and women.
Yan Rusheng would always insult his face first, followed by his heart and his mind.
When he was young, Young Master Jiang would go home crying after being insulted.
One time, after being bullied by Young Master Yan in front of a big crowd, Young Master Jiang felt so anxious that he pulled down his pants to show everyone his penis, and cried out loud, “This proves that I’m a man and not a woman!”
Times had changed, his crystal heart was no longer fragile. It had grown to become as hard as steel.
He was calm and collected towards Yan Rusheng’s insults. “I’ll take that as a compliment, I have indeed become more handsome.”
Yan Rusheng looked at him and sighed, his eyes full of disdain.
He looked towards Wen Xuxu’s face. It was as small as a palm, and stained full of tears. Her small apricot-like eyes glittered with tears.
Seeing the state she was in, Yan Rusheng felt a fire burning within him. He was tempted to scold her.
Three years ago, that man had left her here alone and never returned even once. How could she throw herself into his arms just because he was back?
Such a disgrace to Wang Daqin’s name, such a lack of backbone.
Wen Xuxu ignored Yan Rusheng’s prejudiced gaze and she smiled at Jiang Zhuoheng. All the hurt from the past was swept under the carpet.
She asked, “How did you know I was here?”
Jiang Zhuoheng took out an ash gray handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tears off Xuxu’s face.
He remarked, “I went to Rusheng’s house and asked his grandmother. She called the office, and they told her that you were coming back in the afternoon, so here I am.”
Both of them were still comfortable with each other even after their long separation.
Nothing had changed between them.
Upon seeing this scene, Yan Rusheng looked up as if he’d been blinded by the scorching sun, trying to avoid taking another glance at this atrocity in front of him.
As he said that, Wen Xuxu started to beam with pride, her eyes glued to that little bastard’s face.
It was as if she had completely forgotten how he’d dumped her from the beginning, completely forgetting how she hid in her hostel room without any willpower to live. Her friends had to send her food to sustain her life.
After a slap and a date, she happily returned to him, wagging her tail like a puppy.
F*ck f*ck f*ck!
He couldn’t stand to watch this anymore.
“There’s still time to catch up after the business trip.”
Yan Rusheng looked at Wen Xuxu, his words as cold as ice.
Hearing that, Jiang Zhuoheng’s arms froze. He asked, “What?”
“You guys are going on a business trip again? Where?”
He’d only just returned, and he had a countless number of things to tell her.
If his mother hadn’t personally gone down to the airport to force him home yesterday, he would have taken a transit flight to Haicheng City.
Without waiting for Wen Xuxu’s reply, Yan Rusheng answered immediately, “That’s an important secret.”
Both hands were still in his pockets. He stood tall and proud.
Such a load of lies, they must be going to S City to look for his first love, Fang Jiayin.