Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife Chapter 1200 - Forced Kiss (Part Eight)

Chapter 1200: Forced Kiss (Part Eight)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Ahhh…”
Su Yue’s eyes were huge with shock. She raised her head to ask Ming Ansheng, but he had already sealed her mouth with his own.
The man’s soft lips domineeringly crushed hers against her will. It was unexpected and she had not expected the kiss at all.
Su Yue was completely frozen because of shock, and she could only stare at him.
Ming Ansheng’s arm tightened around Su Yue’s waist while he pulled her head closer to him.
He shut his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look into her innocent-looking eyes. He didn’t want to look at her face either as she was too pure and naïve.
Right now, he wasn’t violating Third Yan’s sister, neither was he violating the young girl who had just turned into a woman, nor the girl who had labeled him as her uncle.
She was the woman he loved, the woman that he, Ming Ansheng had fallen so deeply in love with.
Su Yue’s body pressed tightly against Ming Ansheng’s body. His deep and heavy breath along with the smell of cigarettes besieged her senses and mind entirely.
Her willpower… was ebbing away.
She wasn’t thinking about why Uncle Ming had kissed her at that moment. What she was yearning for was the feeling that the kiss and embrace had brought her. Incredibly, she stretched her hands to embrace him.
Her eyelids fluttered and she slowly closed her eyes.
The circumstance and kiss had already happened days ago. But the feeling she felt was so different between the two men.
Jiao Chen’s kiss was so gentle. She didn’t enjoy the kiss, but she didn’t exactly dislike it either.
Su Yue jolted back to her senses at the thought of Jiao Chen. Su Yue abruptly opened her eyes and pressed her palms against Ming Ansheng’s chest. She exerted force and shoved him away.
“Uncle Ming, what are you doing?!” Her face contorted in rage, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she threw him a question.
She wanted to erase any trace of his breath, smell—everything that belonged to him.
Ming Ansheng snapped to his senses when he heard Su Yue’s voice, too. They were standing a few steps away from each other, and he noticed how she was wiping her mouth and how furious she looked.
She… didn’t like him.
He knew that she had a boyfriend and she was hostile towards the opposite gender. It was normal if she had pushed him away. But his heart seemed in pain—it suffocated him.
He spluttered, “Sorry, Yueyue. I… I…”
It was the first time he had faltered and appeared so cowardly.
No… he wasn’t cowardly, it was because he couldn’t bear to let her go. He peered at the ground and pressed on in an apologetic tone. “Sorry, Yueyue. I was drunk and mistook you for someone else.”
When he spun this lie, his eyelashes were trembling.
He placed his hands behind him and clenched them into fists tightly. In his 26 years of existence, this was the most excruciating pain he had to endure in silence.
Su Yue heard him and her eyes unconsciously glistened. She shuddered as though her heart had plunged into the depths of the ocean. She slumped against the tree and hid her hands behind her as well. She dug her fingernails into the bark of the tree and she exerted so much strength that her nails cracked.
She bit her lips and held her breath as she stared at the man. His head was bowed. Under the moonlight, he seemed so unruffled.
‘I was drunk and mistook you for someone else…’
Did he mistake her for someone else… his fiancée?
Su Yue’s eyes were welling up with tears and she took some time to compose herself. She said, “Don’t do this again. Jiaojiao will be mistaken.”
She had wanted to fly into a rage, lash out at him, and even slap him.
She wanted to question him, ‘How could he treat her as someone else?’
But at this moment, she decided not to. She seemed to have grown up and became more cautious of her actions.