After Yan Wushuang visited Annie Smith at the hospital last time, the two occasionally kept in touch. Annie started a business and opened a boutique specializing in branded clothing, which was indeed very suitable for her.
In the afternoon, Yan Wushuang finally managed to invite An Xin Ya out for a heart-to-heart talk. She knew there had been some misunderstandings between her and Brother Shouya recently, and since Annie's store was just ahead, she decided to take her there for a visit.
"Wow, such beautiful clothes! Miss Smith has great taste," Xinya exclaimed as she looked at the dazzling array of outfits, including those worn by models. They were all so fashionable and pretty, many of which had been featured in magazines.
Yan Wushuang covered her face and laughed, pulling Xinya to sit down. "Of course they are beautiful! Don't you see who the Boss of this store is?"
"Ha ha, that's true! Miss Smith is a socialite and so beautiful; naturally, the clothes she picks are stunning. Otherwise, how could this store be doing so well?" An Xin Ya said with envy, wishing she had a knack for business.
Flattered by their compliments, Annie couldn't stop smiling. She originally opened this store to pass the time; after all, she couldn't just stay at home staring at her mother all day.
She was quite skilled in fashion and began to plan step by step. However, this time Yan Wushuang had helped her a lot. If it weren't for her using Monica's identity to help secure such a good shop, she wouldn't have been able to do it.
"Please stop praising me; if this continues, I might really get proud," she said happily as she saw how well the business was doing.
Because of this, she wouldn't need to rely on her sister Anna to support her and her mother's living expenses anymore. Taking advantage of the funds she had on hand, she immediately started her own small business.
As she spoke, Annie asked the staff to bring out several new arrivals for them to try on. Xinya, however, didn't have enough money to buy such expensive clothes and stubbornly refused to go in. In the end, she was pushed into the fitting room by both Yan Wushuang and Annie.
"Wow, you look so beautiful! I bet if Brother Shouya sees you looking this good, he will rush over immediately. Then you two will be back together!" Yan Wushuang praised her while also saying nice things about Brother Shouya.
Upon hearing this, An Xin Ya's face instantly turned red with embarrassment as she couldn't bear to look at them.
"Don't worry; these clothes are all gifts for you! If you like anything else, feel free to take it!" Annie said with a smile. It turned out that she was Shouya's woman; however, her taste was not bad either—she was very pretty and even had some resemblance to Wushuang.
"This is too much! You're in business to make money; how can we just take things?" Xinya, meeting Annie for the first time, was surprised by how generous and straightforward this beautiful female Boss was.
Since childhood, Annie had been the precious daughter of the Smith Family. Perhaps because she was the youngest, everyone spoiled her. With a very wealthy family background, she could have whatever she wanted and never knew what it meant to save.
"Alright, Xinya, don't be polite. If Miss Smith says it's a gift, then it definitely is. Just wear this dress! I've already called Brother Shouya. He said he’s nearby and should be arriving soon. Hurry up and get ready," Yan Wushuang said as she helped pack up the clothes while earnestly persuading her.
Just a few minutes after the conversation, a tall and handsome man walked in. Yes, it was Shouya!
Seeing him, Annie immediately greeted him with a smile, "You're here! Xinya is waiting for you inside."
"Okay..." Shouya looked at Annie Smith in front of him. Compared to her past self, she had indeed changed a lot, but now she was more pleasing to the eye.
Annie led him into the VIP room. Xinya had just finished tidying up when she saw Shouya's tall figure appear behind her. It had been several days since they last met, and she wondered what his attitude would be like now.
Shouya smiled and greeted Wushuang before walking over to Xinya. He took her hand and said to the two people in the VIP room, "Bye, we're leaving!"
"Bye..." Yan Wushuang watched Brother Shouya eagerly take Xinya away and wondered what else she could say.
Annie envied them for being together and wondered if she would ever have that chance.
Shaking her head, she turned to Wushuang and said, "How about we find a place to grab a coffee?"
"Sure, but won't that interfere with your work?" Wushuang was quite busy now; it wouldn't be good to delay her work.
"Don't be silly. I hired these staff members to help take care of things. Otherwise, why would I spend all this money every month?" Annie picked up her handbag and pulled Yan Wushuang along as they left.
They didn't walk far; they just found a spot in a nearby café to sit down, enjoying rich coffee while chatting about their current lives.
"Are the kids doing well?" Annie asked with concern.
"Yes, they're both great. This is their nap time, so I can come out for a bit. I have to head back soon; I can't stay out too long." When talking about her Dragon and Phoenix Twins, Yan Wushuang couldn't help but smile.
Annie truly envied her for having a loving husband and two adorable children!
Seeing her somewhat downcast, Yan Wushuang hurriedly comforted her, "Miss Smith, don't be discouraged. If it's meant to be yours, fate will come. You can't force these things; you have to wait patiently. I believe Cupid has already paired every man and woman in the world with their soulmate; you should believe that too."
"I will," Annie replied with a smile on her face.
In her current life in Las Vegas, she feels very satisfied, a feeling she has never experienced before. Every day, she manages her fashion store, and occasionally, Yan Wushuang brings her friends to visit, chat, and gossip about women and children.
Having one more friend is better than having one more enemy; this saying has proven to be very useful. Ever since she reconciled with Yan Wushuang openly, her life has indeed become more colorful.
After sitting in the café for about half an hour, they left together. Annie returned to the store along the same route, while Yan Wushuang waited by the roadside for the driver to pick her up, carrying the clothes Annie had given her.
In the evening, Rafas had just returned from work and immediately pulled her from the baby's room back to their bedroom. He couldn't wait to kiss her lips; having not seen her for a day made him miss her terribly.
"Um... Lefas, what are you doing?" Yan Wushuang protested; who acts like this?
Just moments ago, she was playing with the baby in his room, and now he had dragged her back to their room after barely two minutes of playing with the baby. He locked the door behind them and his passionate kisses crashed over her like a tsunami.
"Baby, I miss you so much..." Rafas's large hands roamed over her body, prying open her red lips as they intertwined closely.
Yan Wushuang never had the ability to refuse him. On the big bed, with their clothes discarded, they embraced each other. Yan Wushuang was covered in fragrant sweat as he held her delicate waist tightly.
Rafas looked at his woman excitedly; after just a few hours apart, he felt like he was going crazy missing her. After finally finishing his work, he rushed back without caring whether she was willing or not and pulled her into his favorite activity.
The bedroom was filled with ambiguous sounds. The servants knew what the master and mistress were doing upstairs and smiled while discreetly moving away from the area.
Yan Wushuang lay breathlessly on him; this man was too much. As soon as he returned, he dragged her into doing this kind of thing, fully aware that she would be sore and unable to get out of bed afterward. It was simply too excessive!
After Rafas was satisfied, he playfully held her in his arms: "Baby, what's wrong? Don't you like me taking care of you anymore?"
Yan Wushuang closed her tired eyes tightly and couldn't be bothered to answer his question.
If she didn't speak, how could Rafas let it go? He turned her body to face him again and lightly nibbled on her red lips.
"Baby, are you angry?"
"No, I'm just tired." Yan Wushuang couldn't resist his teasing any longer and had to admit defeat.
Rafas smiled as he pulled her into his embrace, suddenly recalling something and asking her, "Baby, did you go looking for that wretched woman again today?"
Wretched woman? Yan Wushuang found his words quite harsh.
"That wretched woman you speak of is still your ex-wife; can't you show her a bit of respect?" Yan Wushuang looked up, displeased with his choice of words.
Rafas looked at her as if she were serious, raising his hands in surrender.
"Baby, I can respect your wish to call her by her name, but please don't mention that she was my ex-wife in front of me. I don't want to hear that term. My wife is only you, now and forever!" He spoke with sincerity and seriousness.
He had married Annie Smith solely to collaborate with her father; their relationship was purely business. Beyond that, Rafas had no connection with that woman at all.
Seeing his expression, Yan Wushuang understood that he disliked her bringing up Annie's name, so she chose not to say anything further.
"Don't go looking for her often. I don't like you getting too close to that woman. Don't forget how she treated you in the past. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't have been sold onto that black ship and nearly ruined by those bastards. It was also because of her that you were captured by Kogura. Have you forgotten all that?" Rafas thought of the woman's tactics and felt a surge of anger.
Noticing his increasingly dark expression, Yan Wushuang quickly hugged him tightly. This man's temperament was such that he became impulsive when provoked!
"I promise to keep my distance from her, okay? Please stop being angry and kiss me, will you?" Yan Wushuang wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in for a sweet kiss.
Rafas felt elated by her kiss; the desire he had just calmed surged back rapidly. It seemed tonight's dinner would be delayed...
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