Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  At the mention of the orphanage, Xuxu couldn’t wait to pour out her worries to Jiang Zhuoheng. “Yes, the government is pressing us to relocate the orphanage. I was scouting for a suitable place and dropped by to visit the children at the same time.”


  Jiang Zhuoheng responded, “Don’t be too anxious because there’s no need to relocate the orphanage.”


  Without taking his words to heart, Xuxu smiled and replied, “How could it be possible? The government has been pressing us on this matter countless times.”


  Jiang Zhuoheng replied cautiously, “I’m just saying that there might be a possibility, so don’t worry too much about it.”


  “Let’s not talk about this anymore.” Xuxu diverted the topic. “Have you been busy lately?”


  It’s been too long that they had a good chat. Each time they ran into each other, it was under awkward circumstances, and the usual greeting would seem like a grave sin.

  This time, though, they had a hearty chat.

  When Xuxu arrived at the office that morning, the strong rose scent permeated the air. She felt engulfed by a romantic atmosphere.

  As it was only a few more days to the Christmas event, Xuxu was swamped with work.

  All of a sudden, a notification popped on her phone. She took a glance, and without a doubt, it was from Yan Rusheng.

  She was typing away on the keyboard with one hand and used the other hand to open up the message. “Wen Xuxu, it suddenly occurred to me that you have not addressed me as

  since the day we got married.”


  There was a long pause……

  She was working her socks off, and there he was, idling overseas and had nothing better to do.

  Xuxu was fuming. “I heard from Aunt Mu Li that Second Uncle is recovering well. So can you get yourself home?”


  Yan Rusheng texted: ”

  Ah Sheng, I missed you. Can you come home soon?’

  Xuxu was speechless……

  She couldn’t help but feel that there was a major communication barrier between them.

  She locked the screen of her cell phone with no intention of having any further conversation with Young Master Yan. Unexpectedly, her cell phone rang. ‘Yan Rusheng’ showed up on her caller ID.

  Xuxu furrowed her eyebrows and answered the call reluctantly.

  “When will we know the result of the Haicheng City land bid?”


  Yan Rusheng’s first words were regarding the outcome of the land bidding in Haicheng City.

  Xuxu felt a sense of guilt, and answered timidly, “It’s still early.”


  If Yan Rusheng found out that she had given up on the bidding, he would definitely fly into a rage. As he’s currently overseas accompanying her father-in-law, she didn’t want to let him know for the fear of affecting his mood.

  She’ll let him slaughter her when he’s back.

  Yan Rusheng replied, “I’ll give a call to District Head Jia to find out.”


  Xuxu panicked. “You don’t have to. I’ll give a call to him instead in a short while. You rest easy and take good care of father. You finally had a chance to accompany him, so don’t worry about work.”


  “Wen Xuxu, you really are becoming more understanding.” Yan Rusheng’s voice was filled with a subtle trace of affection. “Actually, there wasn’t a need to ask as I’ve already put everything in order before I left. Once the document is submitted, Flourish & Prosper will definitely win the bid.”


  “Mm.” Xuxu gradually lowered her eyes. As she heard Yan Rusheng sounding so confident and enthusiastic, she felt sad.

  “Regarding the matter that I’ve spoken to you earlier, what’s your consideration?”


  Xuxu was puzzled. “Which matter?”


  Earlier, when he opened his mouth, he only spoke about the bidding. What else did he say?

  Yan Rusheng slightly coughed. It seemed that he was embarrassed to say it again and took a while before speaking softly, “Call me. Huh?”


  Xuxu suddenly recalled the text message that he had sent and blushed. He spoke in a hushed tone, “We’ll talk when you return.”


  Both of them felt embarrassed over the phone and the atmosphere turned ambiguous gradually.

  “Wen Xuxu, why did you call my name when you were unconscious that time?”