Yan Rusheng smiled. In a gentle voice, he said, “Dumb woman, my heart was completely yours by then. Shouldn’t you be glad?”
Indeed, he didn’t understand what feeling it was back then. In reality, his heart was already hers.
During class, he purposely passed her notes and intentionally got caught by the teachers.
After class, he would always disturb her when she saw playing rubber band skipping or skipping rope with her friends.
When he saw that she was on duty after school and that she had just swept the floor, he would mess it up again.
When she locked herself up in the room without coming out for a long time, he threw rocks to break her window.
Of course, he would never tell her these things. Or rather, he wouldn’t tell her all at once.
He wanted to share them with her slowly—share with her what he had done in the past.
“Sleep.” Xuxu closed her eyes and pulled the blanket over her head.
Actually, her heart felt sweeter than honey.
“Xuxu.” Yan Rusheng hugged her arm and rubbed her tummy.
Xuxu coldly said, “Sleep.”
“Wife.”
“Sleep.”
“Ouch, ouch!”
Xuxu chuckled. The room was filled with bliss.
…
The coastal county holiday resort was very important to Xuxu and Yan Rusheng. Every year, they personally went over to arrange the entire event.
They had promised to go every year. They’d even retire there.
But this year, unfortunately, they couldn’t. Su Yan and Mixiao stood beside each other, one towering over the other.
When she saw them, Xuxu felt that at least, there was a silver lining to this.
Xuxu followed them out of the office. Then she said to Mixiao, “Mixiao, don’t be so formal. President Su is a gentleman, especially towards girls.”
Mixiao pressed her lips. “Thank you, Sister Xuxu.”
Xuxu smiled at her bashful figure and said, “When you go there, eat what you want and drink what you need. Don’t be so courteous with President Su.”
Mixiao chuckled. She didn’t know how to reply.
She didn’t find President Su very gentlemanly, anyway. Would a gentleman let a secretary—who has a low tolerance for alcohol—drink on his behalf?
Mixiao picked up her luggage. “Sister Xuxu, I’ll go keep the luggages.”
Xuxu nodded. “Mm. Go ahead.”
After she walked away, Su Yan moved closer to Xuxu. “Weren’t you a little too obvious?”
Xuxu looked at him contemptuously. “You’re no match for your third brother in this aspect.”
Su Yan knew which aspect she was referring to. But he still asked, “Which aspect?”
“Last night, he said that you were merely copying his methods.” Xuxu betrayed her husband.
“Haha.”
Young Master Su laughed—a rare sight. His laughter was as pleasant as the spring breeze.
He smiled and glanced at Mixiao, who was placing her luggage in the trunk.
His smile faded as he watched her.
When it came to women—a woman that he liked—he was unlike his third brother. After all, he wasn’t him.
He wasn’t him.
…
The first-class cabin was comfortable and spacious. It was quiet and peaceful as well.
After settling down, Su Yan said to Mixiao, “Pass me the event proposal.”
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