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Chapter 558: Chapter 559: Don't

Guo Xuehua had calculated everything but hadn't expected Lin Ruoxi to return home now. Wasn't she supposed to be in Europe for another couple of days? No matter how often she advised her daughter-in-law to not overwork, Lin Ruoxi never listened. Why did she wrap up early this time?

Was this what they called karma? Despite all her experience in dealing with people, Guo Xuehua had little experience being a mother-in-law, especially with such a "troublesome son." She now understood the saying, "Even a just official finds it hard to resolve family matters."

"Alright, Miss, take your time. Breakfast is ready for you. I'll come open the door," Aunt Wang responded before hanging up the phone and exhaling.

Guo Xuehua hurriedly asked, "Yulan, is Ruoxi back? Didn't she say she'd be back the day after tomorrow?"

Aunt Wang, seeing Guo Xuehua's anxious look, couldn't help but smile, though she tried to keep a straight face. "Miss said she'll be home in about ten minutes. The work in Europe wrapped up early, so she changed her flight and came straight back. She also asked me to prepare breakfast for her so she can eat before heading to the office."

"Just got off the plane and going straight to work?" Guo Xuehua was taken aback, shivering at Lin Ruoxi's inherent workaholic nature. She laughed bitterly, "Not to mention the Yang family, even Ruoxi herself couldn't spend all her money in several lifetimes. I don't understand what my precious daughter-in-law is thinking. At this rate, when will I ever have a grandchild?"

"Forget about the grandchildren for now. I think you should focus on how to explain Miss An Xin's presence when Miss Ruoxi comes home. We can't exactly drag Miss An Xin downstairs and throw her out now, and it might already be too late," Aunt Wang said, looking troubled.

Guo Xuehua averted her eyes, unable to face Aunt Wang. She had no idea what to do and could only blame herself for being so careless.

Meanwhile, upstairs in Yang Chen's room, the two younger individuals had no idea what the elders downstairs were fretting over.

An Xin had fallen into a deep sleep around dawn, exhausted and unaware. When Yang Chen entered his room, he was stunned to find An Xin lying in his bed. In her sleep, her brows were lightly furrowed, as if troubled by a bad dream.

Yang Chen quickly understood the situation and didn't bother heading to the bathroom to wash up. He walked to the bedside, crouched down, and quietly watched An Xin's delicate face. She looked innocent and lovely, less glamorous than usual and more like a young girl, sweet in her sleep.

Yang Chen smiled gently, his eyes full of tenderness. Despite the rocky relationship with his legitimate wife, his bonds with the other women in his life were growing deeper. He didn't know whether to feel sarcastic or happy about it.

Instinctively, Yang Chen reached out and adjusted the blanket over An Xin, worried she might catch a cold since she had fallen asleep in her clothes.

However, this slight movement was enough to wake An Xin.

As if sensing his presence, An Xin's eyes fluttered open just as Yang Chen pulled up the blanket. Seeing Yang Chen, she thought she was dreaming. She rubbed her eyes with her delicate hands, only to realize that he was really back!

Without paying any attention to his disheveled appearance, An Xin sprang up from the bed and threw herself into Yang Chen's arms.

"Husband!"

She cried out, wrapping her arms tightly around Yang Chen's neck and clinging to him like a snake, wanting to merge into him.

Yang Chen, enveloped in her fragrant, warm, and soft body, was momentarily at a loss.

Eventually, he had no choice but to gently pat her back and comfort her. "Silly girl, I haven't been missing for years. You're acting like I'm some heartless man."

An Xin, still sobbing, whispered, "I...I was worried something happened to you."

"What could possibly happen to me?" Yang Chen rolled his eyes.

"I don't know, I just worry," An Xin replied foolishly.

Yang Chen sighed, picking up the koala-like woman clinging to him and placing her back on the bed. "I need to take a shower. Otherwise, I'll get you dirty too."

An Xin, however, refused to let go, gripping Yang Chen's hand tightly and pouting, "I don't care."

Yang Chen chuckled helplessly. "It's not about whether you care or not. I still need to wash up."

"I don't want you to leave me," An Xin said with a pitiful look in her eyes.

She had been terrified, spending a night that felt like an eternity in painful longing. Given her role in the situation, she carried a heavy burden of guilt, fearing that her actions had led to an irreparable outcome. Finally seeing Yang Chen return safely, she was unwilling to let him go so easily.

Yang Chen pinched An Xin's delicate nose with two fingers, teasingly saying, "Since my dear An Xin misses me so much, let's shower together."

With that, he bent down, scooped her up in his arms, and headed toward the bathroom.

An Xin blushed deeply but didn't resist. Despite finding the idea of a shared shower a bit absurd, especially in Yang Chen's home with elders downstairs, she was so overwhelmed with relief and affection that she didn't care.

Amid playful splashing, the bathroom echoed with Yang Chen's strange laughter and An Xin's playful scolding.

Although they took a shared shower, it was remarkably quick. Yang Chen, in high spirits, had no intention of lingering in the bathroom. Just five or six minutes later, he carried An Xin out.

Their hair was still damp, barely dried, and neither of them was wearing a stitch of clothing.

An Xin wrapped her arms around Yang Chen's neck, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, before they tumbled onto the bed together.

Originally intending to go downstairs for breakfast, Yang Chen completely forgot about it in his current state, deciding to indulge in the alluring beauty before him first.

Soon, the room was filled with the colors of spring romance.

Outside the villa, a white Mercedes-Benz S-Class slowly came to a stop by the roadside.

The driver quickly got out, walked to the rear door, and opened it, bowing respectfully.

Dressed in a beige British-style spring coat, a short skirt, and black stockings, Lin Ruoxi stepped out of the car, carrying her handbag. Her elegant attire made her look like a noble lady straight out of a British movie. Her extraordinary aura made people hesitant to look too closely, fearing they might offend her dignity.

Lin Ruoxi's long hair fell casually to her waist, and she rarely wore a large pair of sunglasses that obscured much of her face, hiding her current expression.

The driver, nervous and not daring to look up, was a security guard from Yu Lei's security department. He had been on duty when he suddenly received a call informing him that the CEO needed an early morning pickup from the airport, hastily switching to driver duties.

"You can return to the company," Lin Ruoxi instructed casually, then pushed open the iron gate and walked toward the house.

"Yes, Miss Lin!" The young driver responded nervously, standing at attention and bowing before running back to the car and driving back to the company.

Lin Ruoxi listened to the car drive away, exhaling softly as she removed her sunglasses, revealing a tired yet still cold and beautiful face.

She wore the sunglasses to hide her fatigue from the company employees.

Lin Ruoxi was supposed to return the day after tomorrow, but after hearing Yang Chen mention that An Xin had some issues and he needed to return to Zhonghai urgently, she lost interest in finishing her work in Paris.

She told herself that An Xin's problems had nothing to do with her and that she shouldn't care about what Yang Chen was doing for An Xin. However, despite thinking this way, she couldn't control her thoughts, which kept drifting back to Zhonghai from Paris.

Lin Ruoxi even wondered if something was wrong with her mentally, constantly thinking about irrelevant matters. Yet, there was a nagging thought in her mind urging her to return to Zhonghai quickly to see what Yang Chen was doing and why he had left her alone in France to rush back home.

What was he going to do for An Xin? What trouble could An Xin possibly be in?

She didn't ask Yang Chen directly why, and she couldn't explain why she didn't. It was as if her own stubbornness, which she despised, prevented her from opening her mouth.

Regardless of the reason, Lin Ruoxi had her ticket changed and packed simply, returning a day early.

The journey back was lonely, having gone from traveling with two people to being alone, but Lin Ruoxi was used to facing many things alone. It didn't bother her much.

However, thinking about what might have happened in Zhonghai along the way, Lin Ruoxi felt increasingly uneasy.

Lin Ruoxi was familiar with Yang Chen's temperament. He was often dismissive of even the most dire situations. Problems that many found overwhelming were trivial to him.

Given this, whatever had caused him to rush back to China couldn't be a minor issue. This thought gave Lin Ruoxi a vague sense of unease, which gradually magnified into a heavy psychological burden, even a profound sense of guilt.

She hated herself deeply. Despite caring for him, she couldn't bring herself to express it. Why did she stubbornly cling to behaviors that hurt both herself and others? If she could just lower her pride and ask Yang Chen what was going on, he would surely tell her. After all, he had mentioned his need to help An Xin.

Throughout the long flight back to China, Lin Ruoxi's self-recrimination left her exhausted, both physically and mentally. She began to ponder if it was time to let go of certain things.

She was, after all, just a woman. Despite Yang Chen's many flaws, he was able to protect her. They had shared the bond of marriage; could holding onto her grievances ever lead to a good outcome?

Step by step, Lin Ruoxi approached the house. At that moment, the front door opened, and Guo Xuehua and Aunt Wang came out to greet her. They had been watching from the window and saw her the moment she got out of the car.

"Miss, you're back," Aunt Wang said, taking Lin Ruoxi's bag with a warm smile, showing no sign of her internal conflict.

Guo Xuehua also smiled warmly, "Look at you, how exhausted you must be. Your lips are so pale. You haven't slept for almost a whole day and night, have you? It makes my heart ache. Come inside quickly."

Hearing Guo Xuehua's concern added to Lin Ruoxi's guilt. Her mother-in-law genuinely cared for her and wished for her and Yang Chen to improve their relationship, but she had been stubborn, avoiding meaningful communication. Wasn't this unfilial?

"Mom, I..." Lin Ruoxi was about to say that she was fine and not to worry when suddenly, from the direction of the balcony on the second floor, came a woman's cry.

"Ah! Honey, don't... oh..."

That voice was An Xin's!

Lin Ruoxi's head jerked up, and what she saw drained the remaining color from her face, already pale from fatigue. She froze in place, like a statue, unable to move.

Guo Xuehua and Aunt Wang, meanwhile, covered their mouths in shock, exchanging horrified glances. Given their age and experience, they didn't need to look up to know what was happening upstairs.