Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

There was a blanket on Su Yue's body. Ming Ansheng looked her up and down.

'It hurts…'

He suddenly recalled Su Yue's reaction earlier.

Does it hurt? It wasn't her first time. Why would it hurt?

"I'm really tired." Su Yue suddenly waved him off and rolled over, with her back-facing Ming Ansheng.

Ming Ansheng's train of thought was disrupted. He looked at her small frame before him. He finally had her again.

The bitterness in his heart disappeared instantly.

She loved him and she was his again. What more did he want?

He smiled, bent over, and whispered in her ear, "Big darling, I'll carry you over."

"Uncle Ming, I don't want to move." Su Yue shook her head and waved her hand.

She was really dead beat.

"You didn't move at all," Ming Ansheng couldn't help but complain.

He was the one doing all the work from start to end!

Su Yue blushed and turned to look at him. She pouted and asked, "So do you feel wronged?"

Ming Ansheng shook his head and denied, "No."

He wouldn't dare.

Su Yue initially felt sleepy, but after he had said that, she became energized again.

She scratched her head and looked at her phone on the coffee table. "Give Sister Hooligan a call. Ask if she's reached."

Ming Ansheng frowned. "At this time…"

How could she be thinking about that at such a time and situation?

Su Yue interrupted, "It's daytime in China."

"Aish." Ming Ansheng reluctantly picked up the phone and passed it to Su Yue.

Then he laid down beside her before wrapping his arms around her.

"Uncle Ming, don't make me wear you out until you can't get out of bed tomorrow."

Ming Ansheng was about to place his hand on her breast when Su Yue turned to look at him and barked a warning.

Ming Ansheng pouted, his hand hung in mid-air. He didn't know whether he should continue with his plan.

F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

Shouldn't the man be saying that instead?

He came to his senses and Young Master Ming felt like she had insulted his male dignity. He pinched her breast without hesitation.

Su Yue frowned in pain, but the call had gotten through. She gave him a look that said: 'You're dead meat.'

Then she said into the phone with concern, "Sister Hooligan, are you at the capital city already?"

Zhou Shuang said, "I just alighted from the plane and got onto the car. How did you know that I returned to the capital city?"

Her voice was hoarse like she had just cried.

Su Yue's heart ached and she didn't expose her. She didn't question her and replied casually, "Ming Ansheng told me."

"Jiaojiao is sick. I left in a hurry so I didn't have the chance to tell you."

"What happened to Jiaojiao?"

"She's caught a flu and is running a fever. You don't have to worry."

"Oh. Then you should rush home quickly. A child will miss their Mommy when they're sick."

"Mm."

Zhou Shuang nodded, and after they said their goodbyes, she hung up.

The skies were barely clear during winter in the capital city. That day, the sky was covered in fog as usual.

Zhou Shuang rested her elbow on the side of the car window and stared beyond.

The two little fellows beside her were energetic during the plane ride but were now sleeping.

Classical music was playing in the car.

'Deep in my heart sprouts a lonely flower, eager in bud to emit her fragrance. Day in and out, she's been yearning and pining for a willing heart to color her dreams… A single woman, drifting in the world of mortals; A lonely flower, wavering softly when the wind blows…'

The song had ended but she was still immersed in it.

The chauffeur called out to her after he stopped the car. She broke out of her reverie and realized that her face was strewn with tears.