Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Zhou Shuang's eyes darted behind Wen Xuxu. She frowned as she asked, "That pretentious one isn't here right?"

"Does my presence affect you so much?"

Speak of the devil.

Young Master Yan's pleasant and deep voice traveled from the door. The next moment, he appeared.

He towered over them as he stood against the setting sun with his hands in his pockets. From top to toe, he exuded the dignified air and elegance he always possessed.

Zhou Shuang glanced at Yan Rusheng, and her lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Of course."

"Why do you keep on torturing Lu Yinan?" Yan Rusheng studied Zhou Shuang with a frown. "He is going crazy at this rate. He keeps pestering me to drink with him every night. It's disrupting my life."

Indeed, he pestered him every day.

The same thing happened to Ming Ansheng as well. So, the two men had to take turns to accompany him as he vented his frustrations.

He always repeated the same old frustrations. So, they just needed to drink with him.

To be precise, they watched Lu Yinan drink.

They had enough.

Zhou Shuang raised her eyebrows. "It's not my damn problem."

Yan Rusheng pointed an accusing finger at Zhou Shuang, and he snarled, "You're such a rough and unfeminine woman!"

No wonder Lu Yinan dissed her frequently. His Wen Xuxu was the best.

She was gentle, talented, smart, and capable.

Hmph! Only his wife was perfect and the best.

Zhou Shuang smiled and hissed, "Even if I'm feminine, I wouldn't show you that."

Having said that, she rolled her eyes at Young Master Yan.

Yan Rusheng nodded and smirked. "That's true. It's only for Lu Yinan."

Zhou Shuang's face fell. She raised her head and was ready to retaliate again when Xuxu cut across. "Will both of you die if you don't bicker with each other?"

She frowned at Yan Rusheng to warn him. Then she glanced at Zhou Shuang.

Zhou Shuang couldn't take it lying down, so she spat out, "Your man really deserves a good beating."

Yan Rusheng ignored the fact that she was a woman. He retorted, "You mean yourself?"

He snorted coldly.

Xuxu pressed her palm to her forehead. These two still acted like enemies after all these years.

She was really exasperated.

She raised her voice and interjected, "Are we still eating? Or are we not?"

"Certainly." Zhou Shuang tidied her desk and then slung her bag over her shoulders. She wound her arm around Xuxu's arm and pulled her towards the entrance.

Zhou Shuang cast Yan Rusheng a dirty look as they walked past him.

Yan Rusheng stretched his hand with an urge to hit Zhou Shuang. But he decided not to and used his hand to rub his temples.

Forget it. This hooligan was having a hard time recently. He shall not take it to heart.

Yan Rusheng trailed behind them as they exited the studio.

The work studio had a major renovation, and Su Yan insisted on his unique style as usual.

Yan Rusheng took out his keys and opened the car door.

He drove a Porsche, which was flamboyant and trendy. Xuxu felt that he was getting more showy the older he got.