Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Xuxu sensed that they might clash once more, so she hurriedly passed a glass to Yan Rusheng. “Keep quiet.”

Yan Rusheng opened his mouth and took a sip. He grinned at Xuxu and said, “My wife is the best.”

The smile and tone hinted at how smug he was.

Zhou Shuang couldn’t take it lying down and she cast him a disdainful look. “Yan Rusheng, can you stop being so obvious?”

She picked up the spoon and banged it against her bowl to make her point.

The sound of the porcelain bowl against the spoon was pleasant. But she exerted more strength, and it became an unwanted noise.

Yan Rusheng frowned and snarled, “Female hooligan, can you behave properly in public?”

“Stop arguing the moment you see each other!” Xuxu hastily interjected to prevent them from snapping each other’s heads off. She raised her voice at both of them and glanced at Yan Rusheng. “You’re a man. Why must you be so petty? You’re really calculating towards a woman.”

He was a man of few words. But every time he met Zhou Shuang, he couldn’t stop himself from bickering with her.

As though they had been enemies for centuries.

They always give Xuxu a headache when they bickered.

Yan Rusheng stole a glance at Xuxu and smiled deviously. “You are aware that I’m petty.”

He cast a meaningful glance at Su Yan.

She was fully aware, yet she took Su Yan’s car and ignored his warning. Although he was his younger brother, he was, after all, still a man.

Furthermore, he had always admired Xuxu.

When she got in Su Yan’s car, it had slipped her mind how petty he could be?

This woman really deserved… to be disciplined.

Fury coursed through Young Master Yan’s body. How he wished that he could drag Madam Yan back home right now and throw her onto the bed. He would make sure she would beg him for forgiveness.

Su Yan noticed Yan Rusheng’s expression and he put his cup down. He explained, “Third Brother, Third sister-in-law had something to tell me. That’s why she took my car. Don’t let your imagination run wild.”

Yan Rusheng frowned at Su Yan’s words. Instinctively, he glanced at Xuxu as he studied her.

She had something to say to him? What did she say?

Were they keeping secrets from him?

Su Yan watched Yan Rusheng quietly and a tiny grin flitted across his face. He took a sip of tea.

His knuckles were clearly defined. He looked graceful and elegant as he held the exquisite porcelain cup in his hand.

Yan Rusheng caught Su Yan’s furtive grin and he knew that Su Yan had deliberately said that. He clenched his fists under the table.

He was about to cast his anger aside when Zhou Shuang spoke in a lazy drawl.

“Yan Rusheng, you’re really quite dumb. Your brain stops working at the mention of Wen Xuxu.”

Zhou Shuang eyed Yan Rusheng with contempt and mockery.

Young Master Yan had just realized he had fallen into Su Yan’s trap. And now Zhou Shuang was shooting words of sarcasm at him, rubbing salt into his wounds.

Yan Rusheng sneered coldly. “How can an idiot call another person dumb?”

Zhou Shuang snorted coldly, too.

She didn’t bicker with Yan Rusheng and instead took a sip of her tea.

She looked elegant and proud.