Yan Rusheng won't be able to remain calm regarding anything that involved Wen Xuxu. He had been like this for as long as he could remember.
He hated himself for being like that and hated her for being the cause. But there was nothing he could do.
"Third Young Master, I guess you haven't eaten dinner. Miss has just finished and the dishes are still warm," Aunt Zhang said with a tinge of excitement when she saw Yan Rusheng.
Yan Rusheng retracted his gaze from Xuxu's face and nodded at Aunt Zhang promptly. "Mm."
Then he entered the dining room.
Xuxu stared at the ground with her lips curled as she ridiculed herself. Why did she feel that she had become the type of wife, who had waited grudgingly for her husband to come home only to dote and shower her with love after being away for a long time?
Even if she felt that way, she reckoned that he couldn't be bothered.
