Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Ming Ansheng gave an enigmatic smile as he eyed the wineglass in his hand. He remained mum.

Suddenly, he slumped backward and raised his head to glance at Su Yue.

That adorable girl was being passed around by the Yan family like a precious gem.

Envy filled his eyes.

“Look! Ah Heng and Hu Xiaoxiao are here.”

Suddenly, a person exclaimed as he looked at the door.

Everyone’s attention was successfully diverted. Jiang Zhuoheng wore a plum-red suit, and he looked as refined and charming as always.

The woman beside him wasn’t an exceptional beauty but she had a shapely figure. She looked sharp and shrewd, and she walked with elegance.

They were approaching them.

Someone teased, “Ah Heng, it has been a long time.”

Jiang Zhuoheng merely smiled, while Hu Xiaoxiao explained, “Our flight just landed that’s why we are late.”

She turned to Jiang Zhuoheng and whispered, “Should we greet Uncle Yan and his family?”

She sounded like she was asking him for permission.

Jiang Zhuoheng agreed.

They nodded at the group of friends before going to Su Yue’s table.

“Uncle, Aunt.” Hu Xiaoxiao was very polite and sweet towards her elders. After greeting Mu Li and Yan Weihong, she turned to Yan Weiye. “Uncle Yan.”

She met them when she was a girl.

“Ah Heng, Xiaoxiao.” Mu Li rose with a bright smile.

Hu Xiaoxiao put on an apologetic expression and explained, “We just landed. Sorry for being late.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Mu Li waved her hands to dismiss her apology. “Do you want to sit here or go to Ansheng’s table?”

“Mommy.”

Su Xiaojiao scooped some soup to feed Su Yue.

Jiang Zhuoheng heard the little girl and he was startled. He observed Su Xiaojiao’s face closely and he was surprised.

He diverted his attention to Ming Ansheng sitting at another table.

He had noticed this girl sitting on Yan Weihong’s lap earlier on. But he didn’t know that she was Su Yue’s daughter.

Hu Xiaoxiao’s voice rang in his ears. “Ah Heng, where do you want to sit?”

He broke his train of thoughts and withdrew his gaze. “Go back to their table,” said Jiang Zhuoheng.

They were all his childhood friends, of course, he would sit with them.

He bowed politely to Mu Li and Yan Weihong before he turned around.

Hu Xiaoxiao waved cheerily to Mu Li and said, “Uncle, Aunt Mu, we will take our leave now.”

Mu Li smiled and nodded. “Alright. Have fun.”

Jiang Zhuoheng walked to Ming Ansheng and stood before him. With his hands deep inside his pockets, he bent to survey Ming Ansheng’s face with a frown.

“Why are you staring at me?” asked Ming Ansheng, who looked utterly bewildered.

Without waiting for Jiang Zhuoheng to respond, he grinned cheekily. “Your Hu Xiaoxiao might get jealous.”

Hu Xiaoxiao chuckled. “Young Master Ming, if both of you are truly in love, I will give you my blessings.”

“What a gracious wife.” Ming Ansheng chuckled loudly before pulling a chair next to him. “Have a drink with me,” said Ming Ansheng to Jiang Zhuoheng.

He turned to Hu Xiaoxiao. “I don’t need you to bless us for a lifetime. But can I borrow Ah Heng for a while?”

Hu Xiaoxiao graciously obliged and walked away.

Jiang Zhuoheng settled down on the chair and Ming Ansheng poured him a glass.

They toasted each other and Ming Ansheng gulped down his wine in one mouthful.