Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When he declared that he had no more feelings towards Fang Jiayin, she was hesitant to believe him.
Even if he had no intentions to enter that room, why did he have to give the box of chocolates to Fang Jiayin? Didn’t he think of her when he gave them to Fang Jiayin?
Maybe Fang Jiayin was still someone special in his heart.
She can’t wipe it from her mind and forgive him.
Yan Rusheng turned slightly colder. “Wen Xuxu, you’re getting unreasonable.”
He had already tried his best, what more did she want from him?
Did she really want him to kneel and beg her for forgiveness?
“All women are unreasonable. It’s just that I didn’t dare to be one in the past,” Xuxu said with a heavy tone as she pushed him away and spun him around.
She tried making things difficult for him. And in a nutshell, as a woman, an innate vanity provoked her. She only wanted to know how patient he can be towards her.
She had spent more than a decade staying by his side, watching in agony with how he had treated another woman with patience and tolerance.
It was entirely her own decision for this one-sided love—her own choice if she had to feel inferior and lowly.
But in a relationship, all she wanted was more of him and his love—all of his love to be exact.
Xuxu turned around and slowly walked away. One step… two steps… three steps…
“Wen Xuxu, don’t blame me if the remote control gets damaged.”
The voice she had been expecting sounded, and she halted her footsteps.
The next moment, he walked into the living room with determined and heavy footsteps.
Xuxu gradually happily broke into a smile. She continued to stride forward into her room.
She shut the door. Just as the door was about to close, she caught a glimpse of the man in her living room. He was holding the remote control facing the TV as he switched it on.
She happily grinned and closed the door.
…
‘Shatter!’
Xuxu had tidied her bed and had already changed into a new outfit. She was about to leave the room when a loud shatter sounded from outside.
In her shocked stupor, she shivered for a moment before she wrenched the door open and ran out.
She saw a towering figure with his back towards her. With heavy footsteps, he walked towards the door.
He forcefully opened the door, walked out, and slammed it behind him.
Xuxu stood in her room and studied the shattered remote control.
She walked in a daze and knelt down. She collected all the pieces and picked them up one by one.
Wen Xuxu, this was his usual temper.
…
Xuxu hailed a taxi to the company, and she reached the office at 8 a.m. The President’s office was empty except for the cleaning lady.
She walked to her desk and stowed her bag away. She went to the pantry to get a glass of water and walked back to her desk.
“Wen Xuxu, come over.”
The President’s office door swung open, and a man was calling for her at the door.
Startled, Xuxu looked over to him. He had worn a white shirt and a pair of black pants like yesterday, but apparently, the suit he was wearing today was well-ironed and clean.
She frowned. “What do you want?”
Her intention was to ignore him, so she continued walking back to her own desk.
Yan Rusheng swiftly darted across her path and blocked her way. “The quality of your remote control is really inferior…”
He paused and surveyed his surroundings. After making sure they were alone, he opened his mouth and whispered, “It broke the second my knees touched it.”
He immediately blushed crimson.