Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife Chapter 1587 - : Xiaojiao Is My Daughter (Part Ten)

Chapter 1587: Xiaojiao Is My Daughter (Part Ten)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He wasn’t even 30 yet. If he carried on in this way, his health would deteriorate.
“Smoking is harmful, but it’s healthy.”
“Don’t twist the facts.” Wang Yuexiang cast him a disapproving look and feigned annoyance. At that moment, she accidentally caught sight of his wallpaper.
Ming Ansheng realized it and he hastily switched it off. But Wang Yuexiang had already seen it.
“Ansheng… isn’t that Su Yue and her daughter?” Wang Yuexiang pointed at the screen in excitement.
Ming Ansheng nodded. “Yeah.”
He seemed unruffled.
Wang Yuexiang watched Ming Ansheng with suspicion in her eyes. Was there something else that he was hiding from her?
Why did he put their photo as his wallpaper?
Previously, he only put a photo of Yueyue.
Wang Yuexiang pressed on determinedly. “I discussed it with you before. Do you remember?”
Ming Ansheng feigned ignorance. “What do you mean?”
His attitude disappointed Wang Yuexiang. But she probed, “That girl looks like you.”
“You think too much.” Ming Ansheng managed a faint smile. “Don’t let your imagination run wild. Go back and sleep, I need to finish some work. You’re distracting me.”
He nudged Wang Yuexiang as he spoke.
Wang Yuexiang rose and cast him a glare. “You’re not even married and you complain that I’m a nuisance.”
She turned around and was about to leave when she hesitated. “You better give it some thought. The girl really resembles you.”
Ming Ansheng grinned. “Mom, you already have Xiaoxiao and Beibei. Are you still interested in having more grandchildren?”
“I’m worried about your future and happiness.” Wang Yuexiang stopped in her tracks and gazed at Ming Ansheng. “Son, you’re not superman and you have feelings. Can’t you fight for what you want?”
Ming Ansheng gave her an ambiguous answer. “You’re already so old, don’t fret so much.”
Wang Yuexiang sighed. “Sometimes I really wish Bright Vision would collapse. Then nothing would stand in your way.”
Ming Ansheng’s heart softened at her words.
He smiled at his mother and replied, “Women are getting realistic these days. If Bright Vision were to collapse, I would no longer be the President. Which girl would still fancy me? You will have a bigger headache in the future.”
Wang Yuexiang guffawed as she patted Ming Ansheng’s shoulders. “Cheeky fellow. Rest early.”
She waved and left the room.
Ming Ansheng’s smile froze on his face as his mother left the room.
He sat there, deep in thought.
He turned on his laptop again and gazed quietly at Su Xiaojiao and Su Yue. He extended his hand and gently stroked Su Yue’s face.
He was used to missing her for the past four years.
‘Yueyue, have you really forgotten me completely?’
Knock, knock, knock.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door once again and it brought Ming Ansheng out from his stupor.
He retracted his hand and glanced at the door. “Come in.”
The door swung open.
“Daddy.”
A little boy entered and Ming Ansheng frowned. “Why aren’t you asleep?”
Beibei wore light blue pajamas and he seemed wide awake. He shut the door and glanced at Ming Ansheng. “Daddy, why aren’t you sleeping every night? Aren’t you tired?”