Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Su Yue felt overwhelmed by bliss, warmth, and contentment when she saw the shoes.

Her heart was full. She retrieved the pink slippers which had a cute yellow heart printed on it.

She put on the slippers and admired it from different angles. "It fits quite perfectly indeed," said Su Yue. There was a tiny smile on her face.

She had unconsciously blurted it out.

Ming Ansheng's voice interrupted her thoughts. "I bought it according to your size; of course, it would fit perfectly."

Su Yue pressed her lips as sweetness enveloped her heart. She frowned and glanced at Ming Ansheng. "How do you know I would definitely wear it?"

How could he be so confident?

Ming Ansheng curled his lips with a rather poignant smile. "I just feel that you're always by my side."

He said it so casually, but it revealed bitterness and sorrow.

Su Yue's eyes were red and she hurriedly composed herself. She walked towards the couch and pointed at the thermal container. "Hurry up and eat it. It's getting cold."

"Can you feed me?" Ming Ansheng sat cross-legged on the carpet and raised his head. He looked at her with a rather weary expression. "I was so tired last night and now I'm feeling weak all over. I've no strength left that I can't even hold a spoon," whined Ming Ansheng.

And he deliberately let go of the spoon. It fell with a clatter back into the thermal container.

Su Yue frowned and she was speechless. "Yesterday, you merely had a fever. Why are you so tired?"

He sounded as though they had done something together that drained him of all his energy.

Su Yue rolled her eyes and ignored Ming Ansheng. She sat down on the couch.

Ming Ansheng turned around and his eyes followed Su Yue. He pursed his lips quietly.

He already had tiny smile wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. How shameless of him to pout and whine.

Su Yue wanted to laugh, but she suppressed the urge. She put on a passive expression and avoided looking at Ming Ansheng.

"Uncle, I feed you." Xiaojiao, who was chomping on almonds, suddenly extended her hand. She picked up the spoon and scooped some porridge from the container.

From the moment she lifted the spoon until she fed Ming Ansheng, she spilled half of the porridge from the spoon on the table. Some porridge splattered on Ming Ansheng's hand and his clothes too.

Because of Ming Ansheng's height, Xiaojiao had a difficult time feeding him.

Ming Ansheng hurriedly opened his mouth to eat the porridge.

"My little lover is the best." Ming Ansheng smiled widely at his daughter.

He squeezed Xiaojiao's face gently and kissed her cheek.

Then he bent to kiss her lips.

Su Yue suddenly stretched her hand to stop him. "You're unwell. Don't spread the germs to her."

Ming Ansheng glanced at her with a cheeky grin. "Are you jealous?"

Su Yue retracted her hand and rolled her eyes. "Lame."

She looked elsewhere.

Ming Ansheng replied, "In that case, you should feed me then. I will kiss you."

Su Yue sneered coldly. "Who wants your kiss!"

He was thinking too much!

Ming Ansheng nodded and said, "Then… Xiaojiao, carry on and feed me. If you feed me, Daddy will give you a kiss."

He turned to Xiaojiao and opened his mouth.

"Okay." Xiaojiao nodded and plunged the spoon into the thermal container. She scooped a mouthful.

Su Yue extended her hand to intercept the spoon and said, "Xiaojiao, give it to Mommy."