Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

“Understand.” Xuxu nodded her head without a trace of hesitation.

‘Xuxurusheng’. These were Grandmother’s last words in this world.

As Yan Rusheng had said, this was Grandmother’s last wish. There was no way she could ever repay what she owed Grandmother.

She was also not in the position to reject, nor did she have the grounds to. She should be grateful to Yan Rusheng, grateful to him for giving her a chance to make up and repay for this loss.

So even if he didn’t bring this up, she also wouldn’t have the audacity to wish for something that overstepped one’s boundaries.

That very night, all the members from the Yan family rushed down to the capital city.

The sound of wailing echoed throughout the night. Everyone’s heart-wrenching sobs tore through Xuxu’s heart. She remained seated in the same posture, without moving an inch.

At some point, the tears stopped. Or perhaps, the tears had run dry, leaving only a tear-stained face.

“Xuxu, go back and rest.”

The eldest daughter-in-law, Jiang Qinglian, kept vigil through the night, her voice hoarse from crying. She walked over to Xuxu and wiped her tear-streaked face with a handkerchief. “Don’t be sad. Grandmother was already aged, and it was only a matter of time, just…”

Her voice broke, tears gushing out from her eyes once more.

If only she hadn’t met with such misfortune and left in this way.

Yan Rusheng also kept vigil for the night. Without a wink of sleep, coupled with excessive grief, he looked dreadfully haggard.

He came out and walked straight to Xuxu, disregarding Jiang Qinglian. He bent down and grabbed Xuxu by her arm, dragging her up. “Wen Xuxu, let’s go.”

Xuxu’s hands were icily cold, and at that instant when his hand touched hers, he was overwhelmed with compassion. He shifted his hand down a little and wrapped it around hers.

“Third Yan, where are you bringing Xuxu to?”

Seeing Yan Rusheng’s forceful behavior, Jiang Qinglian feared that he would vent his anger on Xuxu because of his grandmother’s death and turn aggressive. She caught up to them immediately.

Yan Rusheng ignored her and pulled Xuxu downstairs with swift steps.

“Third Yan… Third Yan…”

Jiang Qinglian’s anxious shouts could be heard.

Xuxu didn’t want to worry the elders and thought of turning back to reassure Jiang Qinglian. But Yan Rusheng didn’t give her the opportunity and dragged her downstairs with one breath.

A car was waiting at the entrance.

After going down the flight of steps, he opened the car door and was about to shove Xuxu inside.

“Third Yan. Xuxu.”

A familiar voice could be heard coming from the side. Yan Rusheng’s chilly breath turned colder.

He grabbed Xuxu’s hand even tighter, fearing that if he loosened his grip, she would escape and run into the arms of someone else.

He turned and looked in the direction of the voice and gave a sharp warning. “Jiang Zhuoheng, don’t ever show up in front of my woman again.”

‘My woman’. He’d raised his voice as if he was taking an oath.

Jiang Zhuoheng, who was standing a few meters away, was stumped for words. He gazed at Xuxu who seemed to have been forcibly pulled into Yan Rusheng’s embrace.

Xuxu lowered her gaze slowly and pursed her lips as if tacitly agreeing.

Without waiting for a further reaction from Jiang Zhuoheng, Yan Rusheng shoved Xuxu into the car and quickly got in after her.

The car door closed with a ‘bang!’ .

“Start the car,” Yan Rusheng instructed the chauffeur, unable to tolerate a further delay.

The car moved off and reached the intersection ahead. It made a turn and drove past Jiang Zhuoheng.

He closed his eyes slowly. He knew that after tonight’s brief encounter with Xuxu, it was no longer possible to be with her.