Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

From the moment Su Yue appeared, no matter how she yelled or hit him, he wasn’t half as sad as when he heard Xiaojiao asking to go home to find her daddy.

He was her daddy.

“Xiaojiao, don’t cry. Mommy will bring you home now,” Su Yue gently coaxed Su Xiaojiao, and she strode quickly to the door.

When she was at the door, she abruptly turned around.

Ming Ansheng was staring blankly at the both of them.

Su Yue, who was raging earlier on, seemed calm and composed. It seemed as if the storm had passed.

She calmly said, “Xiaojiao is Jiao Chen and my daughter. The three of us are happy. Uncle Ming, don’t do this again.”

Without another word, she marched out.

The door slammed shut, and Ming Ansheng collapsed against the wall.

‘Uncle Ming, don’t do this again…’

She called him Uncle Ming once more. When was the last time he heard her addressing him using this term? But she shouldn’t sound so nonchalant after four long years.

Had she really stopped loving him?

Yueyue don’t love or miss him anymore?

No, he didn’t believe it.

Ming Ansheng suddenly straightened his back and ran out of the house. He was still wearing his slippers as he dashed into the elevator.

He pressed the elevator button and desperately wished that it would reach level one right away.

The elevator doors opened and he flew out instantly. But he couldn’t spot Su Yue anywhere.

‘Xiaojiao is Jiao Chen and my daughter. The three of us are happy…’

The three of us!

‘They should be a family! Ming Ansheng, what have you given up on?’

‘You really deserved all of this,’ Ming Ansheng thought to himself.

…

The ashtray on the table was littered with ashes and cigarette butts.

Ming Ansheng took out the last cigarette from the packet and threw the empty packet into the trash can.

He lit the cigarette and took a deep puff.

Only the first puff could numb him completely from all the pain and suffering. It temporarily stopped him from thinking. His troubles would vanish momentarily.

He had no idea when he had gotten used to this habit.

The smoke he inhaled entered his lungs and Ming Ansheng closed his eyes. He slumped back against the chair.

Knock, knock, knock.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

He was about to respond when the smoke unexpectedly choked him. He coughed violently as a result.

‘Cough, cough.’

“Ansheng, are you alright?” Wang Yuexiang opened the door and walked to Ming Ansheng.

The room was shrouded in smoke. She frowned as she lectured Ming Ansheng. “I already told you to smoke less, but you refuse to listen.”

She hurriedly passed him a glass of water.

Ming Ansheng received the glass and said, “Mom, I’m fine. Go and rest.”

“Don’t stay up too late. Your body will crumble soon if you keep doing this.” Wang Yuexiang patted Ming Ansheng’s back.

Like how she patted his back when she tried to coax him to sleep.

Ming Ansheng felt annoyed but his mother’s actions dispelled all of that. He took a sip of water and said, “I got it. I will sleep soon, go back and rest.”

“What do you know?” Wang Yuexiang glared at Ming Ansheng. “If you listened to me, would you still be smoking so much?”

She glanced worriedly at the ashtray full of cigarette butts.