A Dog That Lived Like a Prince

Three years had gone by, and she was still steadfast in her love. However, he… had wavered.

He had no idea when he'd started to waver. He only knew that Wen Xuxu had entered his heart, even to the point that he felt nothing when he thought of Jiayin.

He had no idea how far away his current feelings were from that quack's description; to feel agony and grief if he ever lost her.

He was determined not to sink any deeper. He had lost once in love—he would never allow himself to lose a second time.

…

Just like yesterday, Yan Rusheng didn't look for her in the morning. When it was lunchtime, she was about to go to his office when her cellphone rang.

It was Wang Daqin.

She answered, "Grandmother."

"Xuxu, come over for dinner tonight. And you're not allowed to refuse," Wang Daqin ordered her loudly.

Xuxu smiled and replied, "Alright, if not you'll have to send me a plate of fish again."