Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Ahh!” screamed Xuxu.
A towering figure sprinted towards her, and he was as quick as lightning.
A pair of strong, muscular arms caught her in time. A body pressed towards her.
Xuxu heaved a sigh of relief. Her legs were rather wobbly that she couldn’t stand straight. Her hands instinctively grabbed on to the man’s clothes as her body gave an involuntary shudder.
At that moment, overwhelming fear, terror, and anxiety seized her.
She gasped and breathed deeply.
The man gently and lightly patted her back. “It’s alright.”
Another hand held on tightly to her slender waist. It didn’t seem to have the intention of letting go. Instead, he tightened his grip.
Earlier on, Su Yan heard her screams in the crowd and without a second thought, he immediately ran over to her. When he saw what had happened, his voice and footsteps simultaneously stopped.
After adjusting her emotions, Xuxu used her strength and shoved the man away.
Without even looking at him, she turned around and walked towards Su Yan. “Did you get the tickets?”
She caught a glimpse of the tickets and the identity cards he was holding. She grabbed hers from his hand and took her bag. She walked with big strides towards the ticket inspection counter.
It was still an hour way before the train would arrive. It would arrive at 11:50 pm.
Xuxu found an empty seat near the counter and sat down with her bag beside her.
She kept her head bowed with her fingers interlocked on her lap.
“Xuxu.” The man walked over and stood in front of her.
His head was bowed too and although he watched her from a lofty position, he didn’t seem domineering nor arrogant. Instead, he looked like a kid who had done something wrong.
As he scrutinized her short hair, it was painful to even breathe.
Xuxu was motionless and didn’t respond at all.
Yan Rusheng glanced at the sides and people had occupied the seats. So he decided to kneel down, in front of Xuxu.
Xuxu was sitting as he knelt in front of her, so she was slightly taller than him. He lifted his head and gazed at her.
She seemed cold and her bright eyes were devoid of any warmth.
His gaze traveled down to her hands, and he extended his own. He wanted to hold her for a second to make sure that she was real.
Just as his hand was about to reach hers, Xuxu violently retracted her hands. She was staring at him. There wasn’t a trace of hatred or grievance. There was hardly any emotion in her eyes. She calmly said, “When we get back, let’s settle the divorce.”
She sat composed and there wasn’t a trace of reluctance or unwillingness.
Her statement dumbfounded Yan Rusheng. But he ignored Xuxu’s protest and grabbed her small palm. “Xuxu, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
He didn’t care that the onlookers were staring at them right now. He had cast away his pride as he knelt before Xuxu. His apology sounded like a plea.
No matter what he had to do, as long as he could get Xuxu back, he would do it.
He was the only one who knew how tormented he had felt in the last few weeks when she wasn’t around.
She had stayed by him for more than twenty years, and it had developed into a habit. Wen Xuxu had become an irreplaceable part of his life.
‘Xuxu rusheng’. How could he still be complete without Xuxu?
“Don’t talk here.” Xuxu coldly retracted her hand.
She was still aware of people’s inquisitive eyes staring at them. She didn’t want to be in the spotlight. If someone was to take their photo, it would circulate once again.
She didn’t want to have anything to do with him, never in her life again. “Wen Xuxu, you have to break away from Yan Rusheng completely,” she thought to herself.