"Xuxu, remember to visit often . "
Wang Daqin reminded her as she parted with her reluctantly .
She didn't want to make her worry so Wen Xuxu pursed her lips and stayed silent . She nodded lightly and turned around to leave the dining room .
Wang Daqin watched Wen Xuxu's slender back intensely .
She was already indifferent about gains and losses and she understood that when the time came to give up, she had to do it . But in the end, this person was Xuxu .
The future mistress of the Yan family might need to assume the same responsibilities that Wang Daqin had when she was younger . For her and Mu Li, Xuxu was the ideal person in their hearts .
The day her husband had adopted her, she'd stood in the middle of the living room wearing a clean, plain blue dress . Her head faced upward and a pair of sparkling black eyes looked back at her . Xuxu's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant and she seemed fearless .
Wang Daqin instantly liked her very much and she was astonished that a little girl from a village could seem so unyielding and tough .
After that disaster, many children became orphans . Psychologists were sent by the country to counsel the children .
They were afraid that the little girl would be traumatized too . They were prepared to engage a psychologist to counsel her .
However, she overheard Xuxu chatting with Aunt Zhang one day . Aunt Zhang had asked her about her ambitions .
She said, "I want to study hard so that I can earn lots of money to support my grandfather because my father is dead . "
She was only four years old; her pronunciation was unclear and she spoke in an innocent and childish tone .
After hearing what she had said, the rims of her eyes started to burn and she knew that she probably wouldn't need a psychologist .
There was another incident when she hit Rusheng and he cried . Rusheng came back to complain but she wasn't intimidated . Instead, she called him cowardly and said that he was worse than a girl . She had a hand on her waist with the other pointing at Rusheng as she scolded him .
She witnessed the situation and quietly observed them from a corner so she wouldn't alarm them .
When she saw their interaction, she didn't feel sorry for her grandson . She simply felt like laughing .
To her surprise, Rusheng no longer cried after that . Even when he broke a rib, he merely frowned in pain .
Since they were kids, she'd been like a source of positive energy surrounding him and had influenced him tremendously .
She thought their love for each other had started to sprout long ago .
Sigh, things don't always turn out as planned .
Yan Rusheng drove his car out from the garage . A black Mercedes S600, luxurious in a subtle way .
Wen Xuxu stood at the entrance on the lowest step . Her hands were holding the Coach handbag she'd bought half a year ago .
Her long hair was tied in a ponytail and she was wearing the company attire; a white shirt paired with a black skirt outlined the curves of her body clearly .
She was shrouded by the warm yellowish light shining on her body . She stood quietly and it made her look even tinier .
The breeze blew and messed up her hair . She lowered her head and casually smoothed back her hair .
This casual movement had unexpectedly made Yan Rusheng's heart start pounding due to her gentleness .
His eyes quivered and he had a slightly tender expression .
The next second, he went back to looking as cold as ice .
It's not that she wasn't gentle, neither was she unaware how to act like a little girl or to show her softer side .
It's just that . . . she was unwilling to display it in front of him .
Xuxu's original words were: She had fallen in love with a guy for many years . From the first awakening of love until now, she made a bet with herself and gave up the opportunity to go overseas to further her studies . To take a gamble to see if that person had her in his heart .
Wen Xuxu, you stupid woman . He didn't stay for your sake and didn't return even once in the past three years . Of course, he didn't love you .
Xuxu, remember to visit often . Wang Daqin reminded her as she parted with her reluctantly . She didn 39 t want to make her worry so Wen Xuxu pursed her lips and stayed silent . She nodded lightly and turned around to leave the dining room . Wang Daqin watched Wen Xuxu 39 s slender back intensely . She was already indifferent about gains and losses and she understood that when the time came to give up, she had to do it . But in the end, this person was Xuxu . The future mistress of the Yan family might need to assume the same responsibilities that Wang Daqin had when she was younger . For her and Mu Li, Xuxu was the ideal person in their hearts . The day her husband had adopted her, she 39 d stood in the middle of the living room wearing a clean, plain blue dress . Her head faced upward and a pair of sparkling black eyes looked back at her . Xuxu 39 s attitude was neither humble nor arrogant and she seemed fearless . Wang Daqin instantly liked her very much and she was astonished that a little girl from a village could seem so unyielding and tough . After that disaster, many children became orphans . Psychologists were sent by the country to counsel the children . They were afraid that the little girl would be traumatized too . They were prepared to engage a psychologist to counsel her . However, she overheard Xuxu chatting with Aunt Zhang one day . Aunt Zhang had asked her about her ambitions . She said, I want to study hard so that I can earn lots of money to support my grandfather because my father is dead . She was only four years old her pronunciation was unclear and she spoke in an innocent and childish tone . After hearing what she had said, the rims of her eyes started to burn and she knew that she probably wouldn 39 t need a psychologist . There was another incident when she hit Rusheng and he cried . Rusheng came back to complain but she wasn 39 t intimidated . Instead, she called him cowardly and said that he was worse than a girl . She had a hand on her waist with the other pointing at Rusheng as she scolded him . She witnessed the situation and quietly observed them from a corner so she wouldn 39 t alarm them . When she saw their interaction, she didn 39 t feel sorry for her grandson . She simply felt like laughing . To her surprise, Rusheng no longer cried after that . Even when he broke a rib, he merely frowned in pain . Since they were kids, she 39 d been like a source of positive energy surrounding him and had influenced him tremendously . She thought their love for each other had started to sprout long ago . Sigh, things don 39 t always turn out as planned . . . . Yan Rusheng drove his car out from the garage . A black Mercedes S600, luxurious in a subtle way . Wen Xuxu stood at the entrance on the lowest step . Her hands were holding the Coach handbag she 39 d bought half a year ago . Her long hair was tied in a ponytail and she was wearing the company attire a white shirt paired with a black skirt outlined the curves of her body clearly . She was shrouded by the warm yellowish light shining on her body . She stood quietly and it made her look even tinier . The breeze blew and messed up her hair . She lowered her head and casually smoothed back her hair . This casual movement had unexpectedly made Yan Rusheng 39 s heart start pounding due to her gentleness . His eyes quivered and he had a slightly tender expression . The next second, he went back to looking as cold as ice . It 39 s not that she wasn 39 t gentle, neither was she unaware how to act like a little girl or to show her softer side . It 39 s just that . . . she was unwilling to display it in front of him . Xuxu 39 s original words were She had fallen in love with a guy for many years . From the first awakening of love until now, she made a bet with herself and gave up the opportunity to go overseas to further her studies . To take a gamble to see if that person had her in his heart . Wen Xuxu, you stupid woman . He didn 39 t stay for your sake and didn 39 t return even once in the past three years . Of course, he didn 39 t love you .
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