Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Xuxu was afraid that he would go overboard so she quickly grabbed his wrists and stopped him. "Yan Rusheng, you better sit up quickly."

Yan Rusheng indeed obediently sat up.

But… He hugged Xuxu's neck and snuggled his face in her neck, rubbing against her gently. "Darling, I want you."

"Could you let me in tonight to say hi to my son?" he sputtered as he hugged her.

Xuxu blushed a bright shade of red. She looked forward at the chauffeur and quickly covered his mouth. "Yan Rusheng, if you dare continue, I'll throw you off the car."

There was no man more lecherous than this fellow.

Yan Rusheng had become seemingly senseless. He opened his mouth and bit Xuxu's finger. He looked at her, smiling as he said, "Darling, I want to drink milk."

Then he lay against her front and rubbed his face against her chest.

These words were, of course, necessary during their bedroom adventures.

Xuxu's face was so red that blood threatened to spill out. She pushed Yan Rusheng away with too much force. Yan Rusheng flew backward and knocked his head on the car door.

There was a loud thud.

He furrowed his eyebrows and gritted his teeth in pain.

Xuxu's heart ached at the sight and she immediately helped him up.

After that, she whispered in his ear, "Yan Rusheng, we're in the car now. Don't spout nonsense."

She then sneaked a glance at the chauffeur, but it was too dark that she couldn't make out his expression.

In any case, he was definitely marveling about how Third Master and Third Madam Yan were so open with each other in private.

"I'm sorry, Xuxu," Yan Rusheng said as he leaned on Xuxu's shoulder. "I haven't given you a wedding ceremony until now."

His drunken apology hit Xuxu in the heart. Tears brimmed on her eyelids, and she turned her head to look at the man's handsome face. She slightly tilted her head and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "You fool."

She then rubbed the back of his head and asked dotingly, "Does your head still hurt?"

The knock was so loud that the car shook.

Yan Rusheng shook his head and laughed. "Not anymore. Darling, your breasts are so soft."

Xuxu's soft expression immediately hardened. She looked downwards to see the man burying his face in her chest, a lopsided grin on his face.

The next moment, her expression turned black as coal.

The car came to a stop in the courtyard. Xuxu pushed open the car door and trudged her way into the house, completely ignoring Yan Rusheng.

Yan Rusheng crawled out of the car and shouted at her retreating figure, "Wen Xuxu, you heartless and stupid woman."

No matter how much he yelled, Xuxu didn't care.

Mu Li was sitting on the sofa watching television. When she saw Xuxu enter, she glanced behind her and curiously asked, "Xuxu, why are you alone? Where is Third Yan?"

Before Xuxu could reply, Mu Li heard shouts coming from outside. She frowned. "Who's shouting outside?"

She asked as she rose from the sofa.

"Your son," Xuxu replied with a roll of her eyes. She was speechless.

She couldn't even recognize her own son's voice.

Just as the words left her mouth, the chauffeur carried Yan Rusheng into the house. When Mu Li saw it, she walked up to him. "This little brat, how did he get so drunk?"

Yan Weihong heard the commotion from upstairs. The moment he caught sight of Yan Rusheng, who couldn't even stand properly, he flew into a fit of rage.