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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nThree years had gone by, and she was still steadfast in her love. However, he… had wavered.

nHe had no idea when he’d started to waver. He only knew that Wen Xuxu had entered his heart, even to the point that he felt nothing when he thought of Jiayin.

nHe had no idea how far away his current feelings were from that quack’s description; to feel agony and grief if he ever lost her.

nHe was determined not to sink any deeper. He had lost once in love—he would never allow himself to lose a second time.

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nJust like yesterday, Yan Rusheng didn’t look for her in the morning. When it was lunchtime, she was about to go to his office when her cellphone rang.

nIt was Wang Daqin.

nShe answered, “Grandmother.”

n“Xuxu, come over for dinner tonight. And you’re not allowed to refuse,” Wang Daqin ordered her loudly.

nXuxu smiled and replied, “Alright, if not you’ll have to send me a plate of fish again.”

nShe couldn’t disappoint the old lady every time.

nAnd she needed to talk about her replacement. She would urge the old madam to make a decision, whether they had to look for a new one or to get Wen Xinyi back.

nShe wanted to leave as soon as she could.

nWang Daqin questioned her doubtfully, “I sent you a fish? What fish?”

nWen Xuxu clarified, “It was already so late yesterday, and you still made President Yan send the fish to my place.”

nThis old lady’s memory seems to be failing; it only just happened yesterday.

nWang Daqin was surprised. “Huh? Third Yan said that he was going to feed it to the dog?”

nIn a split second, Xuxu’s pretty face turned darker than the bottom of a saucepan.

nShe clenched her hand on the table, curling it into a tight fist. She increased her strength until the veins on the back of her hand were about to pop out.

nYan Rusheng, you just wait!

nIn the restaurant…

n“Miss Wen, your food is ready. It’s 500 yuan.” The young waiter placed the takeaway bags in Xuxu’s hands and smiled puzzledly. “Why did you order only ribs today?”

nYes, Secretary Wen had ordered sweet and sour pork ribs, white gourd with pork ribs, red braised pork ribs, roasted lamb chops…

nShe held the takeaway bags as she grinned at the waiter. “Recently, we have a pet dog in our office. It loves to eat ribs.”

nThere were two big bags, and her shoulders were drooping down due to the weight.

n“Haha!” The waiter nodded as he remarked. “Pets nowadays are really living the good life.”

nXuxu chuckled. “I agree. The dog in our office lives like a prince, and it’s very picky about everything including eating, sleeping, and pooping.”

nThe waiter replied enviously, “How blissful it must be.”

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nYoung Master Yan walked to the coffee table and looked at the table of dishes placed by Xuxu. He furrowed his eyebrows.

n“Wen Xuxu, what are you doing?” He pointed at the dishes of ribs, trying to quash his anger as he questioned Wen Xuxu.

nXuxu looked at him with an innocent expression. “President, please tuck in.”

nOf course, he knew that it was lunchtime. But that stupid woman had taken the initiative to buy a variety of ribs, and she was still trying to feign ignorance. He could tell that she had something up her sleeve.

nYoung Master Yan contemplated as he spoke coldly, “Why didn’t you ask me before buying lunch?”

n“President Yan, I realized that you’ve been looking unwell recently. So I took the liberty of buying more meat and ribs to nourish your body.” Xuxu lowered her head and pressed her lips together as she pretended to look timid. “If I asked for your permission, you would be picky about the food.”

nSo she was concerned about his health.

nYan Rusheng heard her explanation and his anger instantly dissipated.

nHe saw how Xuxu looked nervous, and his heart softened with happiness and satisfaction.

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