Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

But Xuxu was drained, and no matter how gentle he was, her heart had already turned cold.

Xuxu cried for the longest time until her voice had gone hoarse.

She had never cried like this before. Not even when he appeared in front of her holding Fang Jiayin's hand all those years ago. Even when she was utterly heartbroken and anguished, she had never cried like she did today.

It's just as she said; it didn't matter if he didn't like her but he shouldn't trample on her love for him in this way.

She pushed him away and wiped her tears carelessly. She choked out the words, "I'm leaving. I'm sorry for falling asleep at the meeting today."

Even her apology contained neither inferiority nor superiority.

All these years, she had only yielded herself to him once. She had given everything she had.

She walked past Yan Rusheng and headed for the door.

"Wen Xuxu, I'm still single so how can you marry someone else?" Yan Rusheng grabbed her arm suddenly.

Immediately after he finished talking, he lifted her effortlessly and carried her in his arms.

Then he proceeded to the sofa with heavy footsteps.

"Yan Rusheng, what are you trying to do?! Let me go!" Xuxu cried as she struggled to escape from him, her punches landing wildly on Yan Rusheng's body.

He threw her on the sofa and in the next second, he pressed his whole body down on hers to restrain her.

Xuxu yelled at him, "Yan Rusheng, you're a b*stard… you…"

Yan Rusheng cupped her face with his hands, harshly sealing her lips with dominance. A bloody and salty taste spread their mouths.

One of them had cut their lips.

Her body was so soft and how he wished he could bury her inside him. Then she would belong to no one else but him after that.

Xuxu desperately tugged at his back and shirt. Muffled sounds of protest escaped her mouth.

She looked at the man wrapped around her. He seemed more like a vicious beast, and her tears began rolling down again.

Slap!

This slap had landed forcefully on Yan Rusheng's face with all the strength she could muster.

It contained her years of hate and love for him.

The crisp ringing sound of the slap, accompanied by the stinging pain, brought Yan Rusheng back to his senses and jolted him out of his irrationality.

He jerked his head back violently, and there were shock and panic in his eyes. He looked at the woman lying beneath him; she was sobbing uncontrollably.

The lights suddenly switched on.

Wen Xuxu was completely in tears, and her eyes were red and swollen. Her lips were bleeding.

She stared at him with cold bitterness and despair.

Yan Rusheng felt like his heart had been ruthlessly whipped and was momentarily stunned. He hastily wiped away her tears. "Wen Xuxu…"

He wanted to say, "Wen Xuxu, don't marry Jiang Zhuoheng." But Xuxu didn't give him the chance to continue.

"Fang Jiayin isn't the only woman in this world. To all the women that you don't love, you should have treated them and me with some basic respect," she told him hoarsely. Her voice and expression were devoid of any warmth.

She shoved him aside and sat up. Yan Rusheng sat beside her with his elbows on his lap. He lowered his head, and he seemed visibly battered.

Xuxu glanced at him sideways. "You might be willing to wait for Fang Jiayin, but I… I won't wait with you anymore."

After saying her piece, she turned to leave.

"Wen Xuxu, most of the cancer patients are diagnosed only in the final stages."

When Xuxu heard Yan Rusheng mumbling behind her, she hesitated briefly before leaving with determination.