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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nShe was wearing pink cartoon pajamas, and her hair was tied in a bun. Her bright-looking eyes were slightly red and watery probably due to sleepiness.

nShe looked adorable yet a little pitiful at the same time.

nAs Yan Rusheng looked at her, he had an overwhelming urge to give her a hug and protect her.

nBut he regained his rationality almost immediately. “Fish. The old lady asked me to bring it.”

nWith his eyebrows slightly knitted, he passed her the huge plastic bag. He looked extremely impatient and unwilling.

nFish?

nXuxu peered at the plastic bag and realized that it was a huge trash bag.

n“What fish is this?” She took the plastic bag and mumbled in confusion to herself as she opened it.

nAfter she realized what was inside, she raised her head in shock. “Spicy pickled fish?”

nWhy did the old madam ask him to bring the fish in a trash bag?

n“You’ve already seen it, so why are you still asking so much?” Young Master Yan retorted impatiently and entered the house. Without removing his shoes, he went towards the sofa.

nAfter Xuxu closed the door, she held the fish in her hands and walked to the sofa too. She left the plastic bag on the coffee table and took the fish out.

nThe spicy pickled fish looked good, but…

nShe stole a glance at the big trash bag, and she felt rather depressed.

nWhy didn’t she put it in a proper container instead of using a trash bag? Was the old madam trying to test her appetite?

nYan Rusheng saw her staring at the fish with her eyebrows furrowed, looking as if she despised it.

nHe abruptly flared up, “Aren’t you eating?”

nHe had specially made a trip in the middle of the night—how could she despise the fish?

n“Yeah,” Xuxu said. “I’ll get a pair of chopsticks.”

nShe rose and went to the kitchen, but she was swearing at him in her heart. It’s just some fish, why is he losing his temper again?

nEven though the fish in the trash bag looked unappetizing, but she had to admit that it tasted great since it was cooked by Aunt Zhang.

nXuxu heartily enjoyed the fish. Aunt Zhang had added plenty of chilies as she liked it spicy.

nShe couldn’t stop herself from eating even though she protested that it was too spicy. Beads of perspiration began rolling down her sharp nose.

nHer plump face was already crimson red due to the spiciness.

nYan Rusheng lay sprawled on the sofa with a hand supporting his head. He lazily watched her as she ate, and a smile of satisfaction and contentment appeared on his face.

nHis mood was exceptionally good at the moment. He wasn’t feeling frustrated, and neither was he agitated.

nThere was a wonderful feeling inside of him, and he even thought that it would be perfect if time could stop at this moment.

nHe lifted his hand slowly and placed it on his chest where his heart is.

nWhat should he do… It seems like he’d really fallen in love with this stupid woman.

nThis bothersome and alluring woman.

n“President Yan, aren’t you heading back soon?” Xuxu was almost done eating when she suddenly thought of Yan Rusheng. She turned her head towards him and asked uncertainly.

nShe was slightly startled. “President Yan, what are you doing?”

nWas his heart feeling unwell? Why does he have an ‘I’m dead’ expression while clutching at his heart?

nYan Rusheng immediately put down his hands and snapped out of it. He answered casually, “The car ran out of fuel.”

nHe didn’t give it much thought when he blurted that out.

nHe had no idea why he’d spun such a lie. But by the time he realized it, the deed was already done.

nIt was quite impossible for Young Master Yan to drive a car that was low on fuel. Even though Xuxu didn’t quite believe it, she didn’t have any reason to doubt him as well. If not, why would he lie saying that the car was out of fuel?

nShe concluded that he was telling the truth; his car had indeed run out of fuel.

n“Then what are you going to do?” she asked.

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