Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

An Yexuan leaned against the wall and watched Yun Bixue and Xie Limo like a hawk. Seeing how sweet the two of them were, his heart ached dully and uncomfortably.

After seeing the two of them kiss, he was simply shocked. Although he utterly refused to admit it, the truth simply stunned him. The sharp look on his face also instantly vanished.

It was only after Xie Limo and Yun Bixue disappeared from his sight that An Yexuan finally unclenched his tight fists. He punched the wall harshly, and the impact left some bloodstains on the wall.

His subordinate saw how Young Master An was torturing himself and couldn’t understand why. He hurriedly rushed forward and offered An Yexuan a handkerchief, not even daring to make too much noise. He asked cautiously, “Young Master An, you should clean the wound on your hand. Let’s go home and take care of it.”

That beautiful pair of hands had been injured, and even his subordinate couldn’t bear to look at it.

An Yexuan’s ice-cold gaze remained focused at the door in the alley. The surroundings seemed to have turned colder all of a sudden.

He reached out his hand to his subordinate, Gao Shen.

Gao Shen couldn’t wrap his head around it as he looked at Young Master An’s hand. He was increasingly unable to comprehend what Young Master An was thinking nowadays. He thought that Young Master An was always acting odd and bothered by something unknown.

An Yexuan said calmly, “Cell phone!”

Gao Shen looked at the phone that was in Young Master An’s pocket and carefully replied, “Young Master An, your cell phone is in your pocket.” He wondered if Young Master An had suffered a blow recently—he had even asked him about where his cell phone was.

An Yexuan frowned impatiently and said, “Your cell phone. Lend me your cell phone.”

Gao Shen finally snapped out of his shock and hurriedly fished out his cell phone from his pocket. He passed it to An Yexuan.

An Yexuan pressed a few buttons and tapped on the phone several times. A series of numbers appeared on the screen.

Just before An Yexuan was about to press the dial button, his heart began to feel conflicted upon seeing that familiar number.

He couldn’t believe that he could still remember this number so clearly even though such a long time had passed. He didn’t even process it before he keyed in the number earlier.

He had never memorized anyone’s number before. Back in university, Chu Fei’er had even complained that he couldn’t remember her number.

He didn’t care about it back then. He thought that the numbers were already saved on the phone, so there was no need to memorize them.

However, he didn’t know when he had begun to know Yun Bixue’s number by heart. It had been completely unintentional.

Perhaps his feelings towards Yun Bixue were different…

No way. An Yexuan frantically shook his head in denial. He told himself that he had remembered her number solely for revenge.

With that excuse, An Yexuan no longer felt conflicted.

…

When Yun Bixue and Xie Limo entered their condo, the latter placed the ingredients at the side and closed the door.

Pulling her closer to him, Xie Limo carried her as she wrapped her limbs around his body.

“Oh, Limo… It’s so warm!”

Because Xie Limo had been trying to contain himself, beads of perspiration began to appear on his forehead. He smelled fresh and pleasant, and it was a distinct manly scent that belonged only to him.

It made Yun Bixue feel very safe yet intoxicated.

Xie Limo hugged Yun Bixue while kissing her. With his long legs, he strode toward the bedroom.

Yun Bixue knew what was going to happen next. In fact, she looked forward to it. No matter what he was going to do to her, she would still like it.

It was how their love and admiration for each other came together.

Just as they reached the point where they couldn’t bear to part with each other, Yun Bixue’s phone rang.