He'd been thinking of Fang Jiayin in his heart as well.
Yan Rusheng returned to his room to take a cold shower. He put on a white bathrobe and came out with still-wet hair.
When he saw how delicate and adorable she'd looked earlier on, he had fallen into her trap and had been unable to extricate himself.
To the extent… to the extent that his heart had thumped wildly. It was what Wang Daqin had been yearning for, for him to keep her by his side forever.
But the ridiculous thing was, that side of her belonged to Jiang Zhuoheng. It only belonged to Jiang Zhuoheng.
Yan Rusheng, you've degraded yourself to such a low level. How could your heart pound for that stupid woman?
"In this case, seeing my great-grandchild next year shouldn't be a problem."
"Congratulations, Old Madam! Your wishes have come true."
"Thank you for congratulating me…"
