Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Xuxu remained motionless and shut her eyes, pretending not to have heard him.

But he was moving towards her, and she could hardly continue the act. She decided to open her eyes when he was about to reach her.

"I was tired, so I came back with Zhou Shuang first," she replied coldly and stood up. She grabbed the empty glass and turned around, then walked determinedly past Yan Rusheng towards the door.

"Wen Xuxu." Yan Rusheng reacted quickly—he spun around and intercepted her.

Caught off guard, she fell into his embrace when his arm pulled her towards him.

He bowed his head, and his deep eyes resembled an ancient abyss of a dark spring pool. Xuxu couldn't decipher his emotions right now.

But as he inched towards her with his warm and intoxicated breath, he emitted a slight chilliness as well. It signaled that he was angry.

Why is he angry? Is it because I didn't wait for him just now?

She peered at him with a puzzled expression.

She felt that she understood him less and less as the days went by, even though they practically spent every day with each other.

During this period, he wasn't exactly gentle and loving towards her, but he wasn't as malicious as he was before.

She thought that he was like her; both immersed in their respective roles in this marriage. As their relationship gradually changed, they should be able to coexist in harmony someday.

But tonight she finally woke up from her fantasy and realized that she was being too naive. He hadn't changed himself because of her—he had merely halted his plans.

Perhaps the headlines tomorrow would be that of Third Young Master Yan booking an entire restaurant as he enjoyed dinner with a beautiful actress.

But Yan Rusheng, what are you trying to do by embracing me and gazing at me so intently right now?

Without realizing, her eyes started glistening, and she quickly rubbed her eyes. She tried to escape from his grasp. "Yan Rusheng, let go of me first if you have something to say."

"Wen Xuxu, I really feel like strangling you." Yan Rusheng didn't release her but instead tightened his arms around her.

And next, his warm, inebriated breath advanced towards her. It overpowered her senses, and she held her breath, pressing her lips together.

His soft, cold lips met hers as expected, and she felt a shiver run down her body. She clenched her fingers nervously—she felt her eyes stinging while bitterness grew in her heart.

What do you mean by this? What do you want exactly?

Yan Rusheng's tongue began to lightly caress her pressed lips and lingered there.

"Xuxu, open your eyes and look at me," he said gently with his deep voice, and his breath heated up again.

His transition dissolved Xuxu's determination as she gritted her teeth. She opened her eyes unwillingly as sparkling and translucent tears fell down, dampening her long eyelashes.

She reached out and hugged Yan Rusheng tightly. "Ah Sheng…"

She buried her head in his chest and bawled loudly.

The words 'I love you' seemed to stop inside her mouth every time she tried to say them out loud, as if a hand was clenching her throat.

Once she expressed her love for him, there would be no turning back.

She thought that she could quietly play the role he was expecting from her—to be his lawful wife and to give Grandmother their grandchildren.

She thought that she could continue acting like before. To stay beside him and remain nonchalant about his flings. But it never dawned on her that as their relationship progressed, she would sink even deeper.

She began to have expectations and emotions.