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She glanced at the phone—it was the one with his private line .
Without a second thought, she yelled at the bathroom . "Yan Rusheng, your phone is ringing!"
"Answer it . "
Yan Rusheng promptly told Xuxu to pick up the call without even verifying the caller's identity .
Xuxu replied back with a "Yes" and walked over to the sofa . Ming Ansheng was on the other line .
The instant she saw the familiar name, she picked up the phone without any hesitation . She said naturally, "Young Master Ming . "
There was a dead silence for a few seconds before Ming Ansheng replied, "Xuxu?"
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Xuxu interpreted it as him asking for Yan Rusheng's whereabouts . She said, "Yan Rusheng is in the shower . "
"Oh, seems like you're . . . co-existing quite well with Third Yan . "
Ming Ansheng sounded both curious and doubtful .
Xuxu lightly brushed off his question . "Young Master Ming, thank you for showing concern for your old classmate despite your hectic schedule . "
She felt that Ming Ansheng would definitely be a little judgmental about her marriage with Yan Rusheng .
After all, his grandfather had put in so much effort to link their two families together through marriage . Now everything had gone down the drain . Not to mention how Wen Xinyi was badly humiliated at Flourish & Prosper that time .
He was her cousin, and he would definitely feel protective of her .
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"C'mon, Wen Xuxu . We were ex-classmates, after all . Do you need to be so distant with us?"
Ming Ansheng lamented bitterly .
Even though he'd changed his tone, Xuxu could still tell that he was deliberately trying to conceal the doubt in his voice .
She wasn't sure what he was trying to get out of her, and just assumed that he was still upset over her marriage with Yan Rusheng .
But she felt that this matter was between her and Yan Rusheng . Other than Ah Heng, she wasn't accountable to anyone else .
She was certain that even if she didn't marry Yan Rusheng, he never would have agreed to marry Wen Xinyi . He wasn't someone who would accept an arranged marriage or be restricted by such matters .
"I'm being wronged, Young Master Ming . How have I been distant with you? I can't wait to get on your good side . "
She still spoke in her usual straightforward tone, but she seemed to be keeping others at arm's length at the same time .
"C'mon . You're exactly like Third Yan . Now I truly understand that the two of you are a perfect match . " Ming Ansheng sounded a little frustrated, but it didn't seem like he was joking with her .
He hesitated before continuing, "Get Third Yan to call me back when he's free . "
Xuxu agreed and hung up .
"Wen Xuxu, where are my clothes?"
She was just about to put the phone down when Yan Rusheng's voice sounded once again . She raised her head—her face blushed red all the way to her neck in an instant .
She stared blankly for a while before she croaked out, "You . . . why did you come out?"
Looking innocent, Yan Rusheng said, "Didn't you ask me to get my clothes myself?"
Yes, I did say that, but I didn't mean like this?!
He was doing this on purpose! Xuxu frowned and stammered . "Then why . . . why didn't you put on your clothes?"
"How can I wear clothes if I don't have them with me?" Yan Rusheng closely scanned his body with a conceited expression . Then he raised his eyebrows mischievously . "What do you think? Acceptable?"
Even Xuxu's hands had turned red by now . Her emerald jade eyes seemed to ripple with moisture, gleaming like crystal-clear water . She was struggling between feeling embarrassed and upset .
"Still looking at my body? Want to touch it?" Yan Rusheng moved towards her with deliberate steps, a tantalizing and playful smile on his lips .
After a moment of blinding realization, Xuxu finally managed to react and berated herself for standing motionless on the spot .
She whirled around, and her body trembled against her will . "The clothes are on the sofa . Hurry and put them on . "