Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

She sternly glared at them.

Zhou Shuang shifted her head and dodged it easily. Lu Yinan caught the sweet in one swift motion. He smiled and said, “Xuxu, you can’t keep protecting Ah Heng. We’ll get jealous.”

Zhou Shuang corrected, “We won’t get jealous, but someone will.”

“All right, if we’re not playing, then I’m leaving. It’s late anyway.” Ah Heng suddenly stood up to leave.

“No.” Yan Rusheng hurriedly grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. “Continue.”

They reshuffled the tiles.

Yan Rusheng glanced at his tiles and smirked.

Victory was within his reach.

Xuxu glanced at his tiles and her eyes bulged in shock. “Yan Rusheng, did you cheat?”

His tiles were way too good.

Cheat? It infuriated Young Master Yan. He glared at Xuxu. “Stupid woman, what do you mean?”

Xuxu stared at him in shock.

Yan Rusheng realized that he had overreacted and frowned. He said to her, “Sit down.”

It was an order, although his tone was soft.

Xuxu hadn’t gotten over Yan Rusheng’s sudden outburst and her heart was still racing. She replied with an ‘oh’ and obediently sat down beside him.

She watched and remained silent.

Now, Yan Rusheng was waiting for his winning tile. He smirked smugly.

Judging by the look on his face, it was evident that he was waiting for a winning tile. So, all of them were trying hard to stop him from winning. They would rather sacrifice their own chances and let someone else—other than Yan Rusheng—win.

They couldn’t stand the smug look on his face.

But alas, luck wasn’t on their side.

After two rounds, Young Master Yan drew his winning tile. He smacked the table so loudly, they wouldn’t be surprised if he broke a hole in it.

“I won.”

And the same rules applied: One question and one glass for the losers. 

He showed them his tiles in pure smugness.

Lu Yinan and the rest quickly gazed over it and pressed their lips, awaiting their doom.

“Ask away.” Lu Yinan prodded.

Yan Rusheng immediately asked Lu Yinan. “Lu Yinan, who pleasures you more: Rina Ishihara or Nana Komatsu?”

He pressed his lips and his eyes maliciously gleamed.

Lu Yinan’s expression darkened, and he glared at her. “Yan… Ru… Sheng!” he said with gritted teeth. He had enunciated every syllable.

Nana Komatsu? Rina Ishihara? What the heck!

‘Sounds Japanese,’ Xuxu thought. She glanced at Lu Yinan, and he looked like he wanted to rip him to shreds.

She immediately came to a realization and she glanced back at Yan Rusheng in amusement and annoyance.

He was beyond control.

Xuxu then looked at Zhou Shuang. She looked bewildered and hadn’t seemed to get it.

Xuxu smiled.

Yan Rusheng added, “We’re playing truth or dare. I hope that you can obey the game rules.”