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Fang Jiayin really does surprise her sometimes. She seemed delicate and demure on the outside, but she was actually tenacious and brave deep down. And she was decisive and unyielding as well.
She really excelled at everything.
No wonder Yan Rusheng had fallen in love with her and was devoted to her for the past three years.
Secretary Liu turned to leave and Fang Jiayin glanced at Xuxu and Yan Rusheng with an awkward expression. “Ah Sheng, Xuxu, I’m feeling unwell”
Xuxu suddenly cut across her. “I’m a little thirsty. I’ll go get a drink.”
She turned to leave promptly and walked towards the tables.
Yan Rusheng glared at her with resentment and anger as he prepared to chase after her.
Fang Jiayin called him suddenly.
He halted his footsteps and turned around to look at her. He pressed his lips as he waited for her to speak.
“You shouldn’t always be so fierce towards her.” Fang Jiayin furrowed her brows and said softly, “Be gentle towards a woman. Take a softer approach and perhaps you’ll find that the problem can be easily solved.”
Her sparkling black eyes glinted clearly under the light. She appeared sincere and straightforward.
Yan Rusheng pressed his lips once more, as though he had given her an answer.
Then he spun around to look for Xuxu, but she had vanished out of sight.
He surveyed his surroundings and there was no sight of her anywhere.
He didn’t see Jiang Zhuoheng as well and he began to feel moody. He strode across the hall towards the entrance.
And he bumped into Lu Yinan.
Yan Rusheng stretched his hand towards him and said impatiently, “Give me a cigarette.”
Lu Yinan noticed that Yan Rusheng was in a bad mood and he was wise enough not to say anything. He retrieved an exquisite cigarette case from his pocket and passed it to him.
Yan Rusheng opened the cigarette case and placed a stick in his mouth. He lighted it as he walked out.
After exiting the hall, the freezing wind blew towards him. He took a few puffs and was covered by wisps of smoke as he hastened his footsteps down the stairs.
This was one of the Lu family’s mansions and they used it occasionally for parties or celebrations.
In the middle of the courtyard, there was a fake hill with a splendid and majestic fountain.
Yan Rusheng held his cigarette and stuffed his other hand in his pocket. The temperature outdoors had dropped beyond zero degrees but surprisingly, he didn’t feel cold at all.
He stood beside the fake hill as he peered at the vast night sky. He was admiring the moon as he mocked himself silently.
“My heart is with the moon, but alas, the moon shines somewhere else instead.”
He had yearned to be her refuge and harbor but she doesn’t even cherish him at all.
“I won’t do that.”
”Hmph!You must think of your parents!”
Suddenly, he heard a woman and a man arguing behind the fake hill. Even though their voices were hushed, Yan Rusheng could still recognize their voices.
He was slightly startled and he took a detour towards the source of the commotion.
A short and plump man vanished around the other side of the hill.
A tall and slender woman stood there. Sensing his presence, the woman turned around and faced him.
When she saw that the intruder was Yan Rusheng, Fang Jiayin was startled and stared at him in shock. “Ah Sheng.”
After a while, she lowered her head nervously.
Yan Rusheng strode towards her as he gazed at Fang Jiayin, feeling suspicious. He questioned her, “What are you doing here with Liu Changjun?”
“No It’s nothing.” Fang Jiayin turned to look at her feet as she shook her head. She rubbed her eyes as she answered him.
She seemed rather aggrieved.
Yan Rusheng could tell that Fang Jiayin was troubled but he didn’t press further.
He took another puff and turned to find a flat spot around the fake hill. He leaned lazily on it.
After taking a puff, he glanced at Fang Jiayin, “Wasn’t life abroad good?”