Xuxu sobbed harder as she buried her face in Yan Rusheng’s chest.
Young Master Yan was really feeling frustrated and sullen.
He swore to himself that once his children were born, he would go for a ligation right away.
‘F*ck f*ck f*ck!’
No way would he allow this to happen again! It was already enough that he loved her. He would do whatever it took as long as his wife would not have to suffer from depression.
Xuxu cried herself to sleep in Yan Rusheng’s arms that night. When she woke up the next morning, her eyes were so swollen that they resembled light bulbs.
She went down to the dining room.
Second Master Yan noticed her swollen eyes and his face fell instantly. He angrily cast the newspapers aside and glared at Yan Rusheng.
Yan Rusheng knew the reason his father was glaring at him. He explained, “I didn’t bully her at all. She was the one who wanted to cry.”
Yan Weihong frowned. “Yan Rusheng, what’s that attitude?”
“I really didn’t bully her.” Young Master Yan felt indignant at the accusation.
He tugged at Xuxu’s clothes. “Wife, say something.”
Xuxu bent her head and ate breakfast without a word.
Tch. If she admitted that she had cried suddenly for no apparent reason, wouldn’t everyone think she was suffering from prenatal depression? They would definitely watch her closely from now on.
There was no way she would want that.
It dumbfounded Yan Rusheng.
“Yan Rusheng, you need to think of a better reason if you want to lie. Why would Xuxu cry for no reason?” It was Mu Li’s turn to accuse him.
Young Master Yan felt that he wouldn’t be able to clear his name.
He decided not to explain any further.
He held a glass of milk and began to drink quietly.
While his other hand found Xuxu’s thigh under the table. He pinched her to vent his anger.
Xuxu smirked but only Yan Rusheng saw how sly and devious she was.
Yan Rusheng clenched his teeth, resisting the urge to swallow her in one mouthful.
Their interactions had gone unnoticed by everyone else in the room.
Yan Weihong continued to glare at Yan Rusheng as though he was chiding him. “How is Su Yan doing?” asked Yan Weihong.
Yan Weihong turned serious whenever work was involved.
“Soon,” replied Yan Rusheng. “He should be back before the end of the month if everything goes smoothly.”
“We can’t let Paramount win this time!” Yan Weihong clenched his fists, looking determined.
It was clear how much he hated Paramount.
Yan Rusheng replied lightly, “We won’t. I have faith in Su Yan.”
Xuxu stole a quick glance at Yan Rusheng when she heard him.
This… was the first time he had openly declared that he had faith in someone.
He had always appeared to be haughty towards outsiders and always regarded everyone else to be beneath him. He had hardly… praised or gave recognition to anyone.
Su Yan was the first. Even she felt flattered on Su Yan’s behalf.
“I heard that he has been getting along well with Jiang Shaomei’s daughter? What is he trying to do?” asked Yan Weihong.
A crease appeared between his eyebrows and they heard a trace of anger in his tone.
Yan Rusheng remained composed as he replied, “That’s his private matters. I have no right to question him.”
“Hmph!” Yan Weihong snorted. “Remind him that there are plenty of good ladies around.”
Yan Rusheng bowed his head as he clammed up.
The atmosphere in the room became strained as silence fell.
Mu Li glanced at Yan Weihong as he sat there, stony-faced.
She turned her attention to Xuxu and smiled. “Xuxu, you didn’t forget that you have a checkup today, right?”
Xuxu shook her head. “No, I didn’t.”
“The next time would be when you give birth.” Mu Li smiled and a thought struck her. “She asked Yan Weihong, “Have you thought of names for the children?”