Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

What was in the past will remain in the past. Besides, she was once again pregnant with his child.

‘Everything will be okay and there will be sunshine after the rain. Am I right, grandmother?’

Xuxu looked up. The sun’s rays were piercing, and tears brimmed in her eyes.

Since Yan Runan’s lawsuit was going to happen in the Capital City, Yan Weiye’s entire family arrived in the Capital City in advance and stayed in the Yan family mansion.

Thus, Su Yue remained at Xuxu’s apartment.

Wen Xuxu and Yan Rusheng moved back to the mansion, too. But the family that once bustled with noise and excitement when everyone came together were now like complete strangers, with no interaction among them.

The atmosphere was cold and quiet. When Xuxu stepped in, and she looked at grandmother’s portrait as always. Seeing the kind smile on her face, how she wished she could hug her once more.

She stood at the door and was about to change into her slippers when Yan Rusheng suddenly came out of the house.

He was home as it was the weekend.

He was wearing black casual sportswear and was about to leave the house when Xuxu asked, “Where are you going?”

“Dad and mom will arrive at the airport at 12 noon, and I will fetch them,” uttered Yan Rusheng as he took out a pair of sports shoes from the cabinet.

He placed them on the floor before changing into them.

When Xuxu heard this, she changed back into her shoes and said, “I’ll go with you.”

Yan Rusheng nodded, and he held her hands as they walked out together.

He had parked his champagne-colored Bentley at the courtyard. Yan Rusheng whipped out his car keys to unlock the door before opening it for Xuxu to get in. He closed the door after her.

Every action of his revealed his considerate and tender nature and inadvertently displayed their affection towards each other.

This was a sight Xuxu had seen before. Runan always held on to Qianqian’s hand and opened the car door for her. After she got in, he would close the door after her and he was just as attentive—protecting Qianqian and their unborn child.

Jiang Qinglian stood at the 3rd-floor balcony watching. She watched as Yan Rusheng drove his car out of the courtyard. She felt despondent all of a sudden.

It was no longer possible to return to the past, no longer possible…

Her grandson was destined to have a father who was in jail the moment he was born.

Her hands hung loosely by the side, and she had clenched her fists that her nails dug into her flesh.

‘Yan Weiye, you destroyed my son!’

The stale smell inside the car made Xuxu feel unwell, and so Yan Rusheng wound down the window to let in some fresh air. Even as the days were getting warmer, the breeze still felt chilly.

Xuxu pulled her jacket close to her and rested her head on the headrest, staring into space.

Yan Rusheng glanced at her several times and reckoned that she looked troubled. “Where have you been early in the morning?”

After breakfast, he went back to the study room to settle some documents. And when he came out again, Aunt Zhang said that she had left the house.

He thought that she had gone to look for Su Yue, hence, he didn’t call her.

Xuxu retracted her thoughts and turned to look at Yan Rusheng. She replied in a matter of a fact tone. “I went to the detention cell and had a talk with Fang Jiayin.”

Her words started Yan Rusheng, but he put on a smile before stretching his hand to stroke Xuxu’s tummy with affection. “I hope it didn’t upset my babies.”

“Stop your nonsense.” Xuxu tenderly smiled as she pushed Yan Rusheng’s hand away. Her face turned gloomy after that. “Tomorrow is the start of the court session. What will be Second Brother’s jail sentence?”

She deliberately changed the topic, and so Yan Rusheng didn’t press on about her conversation with Fang Jiayin or why she grew despondent.

He replied, “I’m not the judge.”