Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife Chapter 637 Don’st Get Me Into Trouble

She looked at Zhou Shuang with a look of contempt. “You’re so foolish.”

You’re so foolish…

These words made her heart skip a beat.

Sometimes when people are talking about others, aren’t they also referring to themselves?

Xuxu suppressed her emotions and pulled Zhou Shuang along as she changed the topic. “Quick, come and help me with the cooking. The soup is already done.”

She handed a bunch of vegetables to Zhou Shuang. She then said, “Help me pluck and wash the vegetables while I handle the fish.”

Zhou Shuang took over the vegetables and glared at Xuxu with knitted eyebrows. “It’s so hard to get a meal from you.”

She turned on the tap, and the sounds of splashing water resounded. Suddenly, she seemed to have recalled something and tossed an annoying glance at Xuxu. “Xuxu, why didn’t you tell me that you’re pregnant? Do you still regard me as your friend?”

Xuxu smiled. “You didn’t ask, and I’m too shy to tell you.”

Zhou Shuang glanced askew at her, unamused. “So fake.”

But she knew Xuxu too well. Given her character, she would bottle up everything in her heart and wouldn’t take the initiative to pour out her personal matters to others.

Be it happy or sad—she would face it alone.

Zhou Shuang mulled over it and sighed. “Eh, since you’re already carrying his child now, don’t be too hard on the child’s father. I can tell that he’s sincere about making atonement and is being especially attentive towards you. You don’t wish for the child to be born into a broken family, right?”

She could already tell from his thoughtful observation that her makeup would cause harm to Xuxu.

This fellow had indeed transformed into another person.

Xuxu knitted her eyebrows. “Do you still want to have lunch? Why have you become so talkative?”

She wanted to evade the topic, but Zhou Shuang had no intention to let her off. “Wen Xuxu, don’t put on a pretense anymore. Actually, you have already fallen in love with Yan Rusheng.”

She leaned closer to Xuxu and raised her eyebrows like a busybody.

Xuxu glared back at her. “Wash it quickly. Otherwise, don’t put the blame on me if you have nothing to eat.”

Zhou Shuang sighed. “Since you’ve fallen for him, why are you still putting up a struggle? More so, be looped into trouble with that woman—the one involved in a scandal with Yan Rusheng?” She furiously clenched her teeth. “If I were in your shoes, I would lead a happy and blissful life with him just to infuriate that slut and wreck that damn white lotus.”

The corners of Xuxu’s mouth twitched. “You are evil. Get out now. I don’t need your help anymore.”

She pulled Zhou Shuang’s arm and shoved her out of the kitchen.

This fellow must have drunk some love potion when she was next door and got bewitched. Her grit was no longer steadfast.

Xuxu pushed Zhou Shuang out. When she was about to close the door, Zhoe Shuang blocked the door with her quick hands. “Don’t be angry. You better stop cooking, too. You’re pregnant with the future small boss of Flourish & Prosper, a royal baby. Don’t get me into trouble.”

Xuxu menacingly glared at her as a warning. “Scram then!”

After that, she forcefully slammed the door and turned around. She couldn’t help but reach out to feel her little flat tummy. A mixture of complicated emotions flashed past her eyes.

…

Over the next few days, the doorbell would ring every morning when Xuxu was brushing her teeth. Occasionally, she would open her door to take a peek, and there would be a thermos jar on the floor. At mid-day, a big bag of snacks and fruits would appear.

She disregarded them all.

By the 8th day of the month, the designated public holidays were over. All trades and professions had resumed their usual operations.

Xuxu was curled up on her sofa early in the morning. She was staring at a marriage certificate in her hands. She reached out to touch the seal located at the bottom of the photo with gentle fingers.

In the photo, there was a slight smile on the man’s face. It was a genuine smile that she had seldom seen on his face.