Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

“Uncle Ming, Third sister-in-law and I saw a beautiful lady entering your room earlier. Is she your relative?” asked Su Yue as she suddenly turned her attention to Ming Ansheng.

“Tch!” There was a fleeting trace of awkwardness on Ming Ansheng’s face, and he gave a forced smile. “No, she knocked on the wrong door.”

‘Damn it, this little lass saw everything.’

Young Master Ming felt extremely perturbed. He shouldn’t have acted so rashly and asked a woman to his room.

Of course, he could only kid Su Yue with such a lie but not the rest.

Jiang Zhuoheng and Wen Xuxu lowered their heads and laughed in secret, but were kind enough not to expose him. However, Yan Rusheng wasn’t that kind. He looked at Su Yue and said, “Your Uncle Ming…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Ming Ansheng glared at him and spoke with a warning tone. “Third Yan.”

Yan Rusheng shut his mouth and shifted his gaze to Ming Ansheng, surveying him for a moment before teasing. “So fast? Perhaps you need to let that quack Lu Yinan give you a check. He specializes in treating those who are impotent.”

Even Jiang Zhuoheng, who hardly cracked jokes, also couldn’t help it and added, “His mind is only filled with Tang Feiling, so of course he can’t.”

His expression was serious and proper as usual.

Ming Ansheng pointed his finger at Jiang Zhuoheng. “Ah Heng, have you gone astray as well?”

While the few of them were teasing one another, Su Yue looked at Ming Ansheng like a curious baby. “Uncle Ming, which part of you can’t?”

Ming Ansheng’s face darkened, and he shook his head, looking visibly embarrassed. “There is no such thing. Don’t listen to your Third Brother’s nonsense.”

After that, he glared at Jiang Zhuoheng and Yan Rusheng menacingly.

“Alright, stop your nonsensical talks now.” Xuxu gave Yan Rusheng a nudge. When it comes to such a topic, this chap became so enthusiastic.

The moment she spoke, Yan Rusheng didn’t dare to continue, not to mention Jiang Zhuoheng.

When Mu Li and Yan Weihong saw them chatting so happily with no intention of leaving, they walked over and informed, “Third Yan, your father and I are going back first. If you and Xuxu intend to stay for the night, then sleep early.”

Xuxu replied, “We’re leaving too.”

She didn’t want to sleep in the hotel for it was more comfortable to sleep at home.

Just then, a figure appeared at the entrance and thudding sounds of ‘deng deng deng’ was heard. The figure came nearer and nearer to them.

Such a high-profile entry—who else could it be other than Miss Xin?

Su Yue took a look at Xin Yanting. She sneered and the burst into a fit of laughter.

She was reminded of Zhou Shuang puking all over her face, and her laughter went out of control.

The corners of Xuxu’s mouth twitched. ‘This lass, when did she become so easily amused?’

“Little lass, what’s so funny?” Xin Yanting’s eyes were red and puffy, and it was obvious that she had been crying for a long time for her voice also sounded a little hoarse.

She was already fuming. Now that she saw Su Yue laughing, her rage intensified.

“Let’s go home.” Jiang Zhuoheng quickly walked over and locked arms with Xin Yanting, dragging her towards the entrance.

Xin Yanting rubbed her eyes and kept turning back to look as she walked. Pointing to Xuxu, she said, “Wen Xuxu, tell that tomboy that I will not let her off.”

The more she spoke, the faster Jiang Zhuoheng walked. In the end, he carried her under his arm and left with hurried steps.

“Let’s go home too,” said Xuxu as she looked at Yan Rusheng.

Yan Runan nodded before turning back to look at Ming Ansheng. “Try calling Lu Yinan again and ask him where he is.”

“Okay.” Ming Ansheng fished out his cellphone from his pocket and dialed Lu Yinan’s number but no one answered.