Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife Chapter 1467 - Whose Child Is It? (Part Eight)

Chapter 1467: Whose Child Is It? (Part Eight)

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Meiduo was worried, anxious, and uneasy.
Ming Ansheng gazed intently at Meiduo in silence.
If the child was really his, how could he bear to send him to the orphanage?
But what about his Yueyue?
Meiduo noticed that Ming Ansheng had clammed up and she whispered, “I’m sorry for appearing now. I must have disrupted your life.”
Ming Ansheng continued to study the woman’s expression.
All their shared memories flooded him in an instant.
‘Are you Meiduo? They said that it’s difficult to win your heart. Can I woo you?’
‘Okay.’
‘Hey, why are you running away?’
‘You said you wanted to woo me, of course, I had to make it difficult for you.’
In that old alley, the sprightly and vivacious girl… his memories were getting blurry.
The first time he smoked… the first time he got drunk… his first time…
Everything he tried for the first time was with this woman. But when they broke up, he didn’t feel as though his heart was in pain.
It could be like what others had said. When a couple has been together for a long time, breaking up was inevitable. Or perhaps they didn’t really understand what love really was.
Ming Ansheng took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and popped it to his lips. He lit it up.
He took a puff and exhaled deeply through his mouth and nose.
Through the smoke, he faced the woman and calmly said, “You don’t have to worry about the child. I will be responsible.”
That was a promise.
Meiduo’s eyes glistened and she cracked a smile. “Thank you, Ansheng.”
Her smile and gratitude were genuine.
Ming Ansheng allowed the smoke to shroud him.
…
In the lavish and grand mansion in the middle of the city.
Everyone was seated on the couch, but the atmosphere was strained and stifling.
Ming Ansheng removed his leather shoes, and the servant immediately brought out a pair of slippers for him. He put them on before entering the living room.
“Ansheng.”
His mother saw him and immediately stood up. She furrowed her eyebrows, looking anxious.
Ming Ansheng glanced at her but he didn’t stop. He walked to the couch and stared at the adorable boy sitting with the rest of his family.
“Beibei, why didn’t you call Daddy?”
Ming Zhongsheng reminded the boy in his deep voice.
The little boy was a little frightened, and he instantly obeyed. “Daddy.”
Ming Ansheng pressed his lips in response.
His eyes darted to the rest of them and he lightly chuckled. “Everyone is here.”
Ming Zhongsheng solemnly said, “Yes. We have a family meeting today.”
He paused before continuing. “Our subsidiary in H City had some urgent matters and your brother flew there last night. But this meeting is for you, so he need not be here.”
“Alright. Say it.” Ming Ansheng nodded.
Ming Zhongsheng quipped, “Beibei is your son. His blood runs in our family. We have to bring him back home.”
Ming Ansheng sneered coldly. “Grandfather, I thought you’ve already done that?”
He turned his head and shouted across the room. “Aunt Wu!”
Aunt Wu came rushing from outside. “Second Young Master.”
Ming Ansheng instructed, “Bring the boy outside to play.”
“Right away.” Aunt Wu nodded and carried the boy away.
Ming Ansheng strode over to the couch and sat down.
Ming Zhongsheng’s eyes landed on him once more. “You have no objections?”
Ming Ansheng appeared composed. “If he is my son, I have no reason for him to linger outside.”