Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

“Mommy.”

The small girl in his arms clutched his clothes tightly, as though she didn’t feel safe.

She kept mumbling to herself.

Ming Ansheng lay down on the seat. He flipped Su Xiaojiao over, making her lie on his chest.

The little fellow was drunk and was tossing around, probably because she felt terrible.

She was feeling groggy.

His heart tingled when he heard her call ‘Mommy’ . He pinched her nose and slurred, “Little Lass, call Daddy.”

It startled the chauffeur.

Little Lass? Daddy?

Since when did President have a daughter?

He glanced at the back through the rearview mirror. He couldn’t see Ming Ansheng’s face and could only see the little one wriggling on his chest.

Wealthy families are so messy and complicated…

His son appeared out of nowhere a few years ago, and now, a daughter too?

Most people yearned for a girl and a boy, and now the President has them without even being in a formal marriage.

The chauffeur was silently criticizing him as he drove.

“Daddy.” Su Xiaojiao had her eyes closed. She was groggy and thought that the male voice must have been her daddy.

Ming Ansheng realized that Su Xiaojiao was finding a cool spot to rest. She was so young, how could she withstand the burning sensation of alcohol?

His heart ached.

But she wasn’t his daughter. Was he humbled by his love for Su Yue?

To the extent that he wanted to love and dote on the child that she had with another man?

‘A daughter was her father’s lover in his previous life…’

Ming Ansheng unknowingly tightened his grip around Su Xiaojiao.

Su Xiaojiao… Su Xiaojiao… Why couldn’t you be called Su Xiaoming instead?

Su Xiaoming? Xiaoming? What the heck!

F*ck. He realized that ‘jiao’ was more appropriate than ‘ming’ for a girl’s name.

No, no. If she were his daughter, she could be called Su Xiaoan. Su Xiaoan sounds nice, even better than Su Xiaojiao.

Young Master Ming leaned his body against the car door and smiled when he realized that Su Xiaoan sounds better than Su Xiaojiao.

“Su Xiaoan…” He unconsciously called.

The little one didn’t respond.

He frowned. He opened his eyes and stared at her.

She was lying on his chest like a puppy and was fast asleep.

His heart instantly melted into a puddle.

He gently patted her butt. “Little one, you’ve gotten drunk at such a young age. I should help you apply for the Guinness World Records.”

He was mumbling to himself, but not without a smile plastered onto his face. Even his tone was loving.

The chauffeur glanced at the back and thought to himself, ‘Is this really the cold and aloof President?’

He had seen him drunk a couple of times, but this was the first time he had seen him talking so much.

It seems like he doted on this little lass a lot.

Then he started wondering if the Little Master would get neglected.

“To the apartment.” It suddenly dawned on Ming Ansheng that he didn’t instruct the chauffeur on where to go.

The chauffeur was driving towards the Ming family’s mansion, so he had to make a U-turn.

This caused a one-hour delay.

Back at the hotel, Su Yue couldn’t find her child and was worried sick.

Mu Li and Yan Weihong were helping in the search as well.

Most of the guests had left and they searched the huge banquet hall again and again, but Su Xiaojiao was still nowhere in sight.