Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Ming Ansheng stood up and strode across to his room.

He walked out of his room with the hairdryer and strode to Su Yue.

Ming Ansheng had left the living room furtively after switching off the TV while Su Yue was drying her hair.

There was only a dim light left in the living room, and she turned to glance at Ming Ansheng’s room. He had closed his door.

Did he fall asleep?

Su Yue blinked her eyes, looking puzzled. She strode over and knocked on his door. “Uncle Ming, are you asleep?”

“Yeah,” Ming Ansheng replied softly. “You can sleep in the other room.”

“Okay, goodnight,” replied Su Yue.

Without another word, she spun around and went to the room opposite his.

There was hardly any furniture in the room. Just a bed and a bedside drawer.

The bedsheets were sky blue and it was tucked in neatly.

Su Yue surveyed the entire room before walking to the door. She couldn’t help but throw another glance at Ming Ansheng’s room for the last time before shutting the door.

She walked to the bed and smelled the blanket before lying down.

There was a faint, pleasant scent on the blanket, and Su Yue closed her eyes and breathed in. Unknowingly, a blissful smile appeared on her face.

For some strange reason, she was feeling contented and blissful.

‘Those gossips are unimportant since those people are merely strangers. Why do you have to care about their opinions?’

‘Someone is waiting for you to light up his life…’

So did his annoying fiance light up his life?

Su Yue stared at the ceiling, lost in thoughts. Her mind was racing with everything Ming Ansheng had said to her earlier on.

After a while, she became frustrated, and she shook her head violently to stop herself from thinking.

‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ her third sister-in-law had told her before. Regardless of how annoying and hateful a person might be, he or she would be perfect in the eyes of his or her lover.

So, this was most probably true for Uncle Ming.

Su Yue sleepily thought to herself.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, she heard the door opening. But she was too tired to bother with it.

Ming Ansheng had opened his door gently and gazed intently at the door opposite of his.

He leaned against the door frame with his hands deep in his pockets. His gaze was intense.

“Sigh!”

After a long while, Ming Ansheng sighed deeply and helplessly. He straightened his back and walked to the bathroom.

He switched on the bathroom lights and the first thing that greeted his eyes was Su Yue’s dirty clothes. He couldn’t help but smile affectionately.

Ming Ansheng walked across and picked up Su Yue’s clothes. He felt the clothes, and it was like what he had imagined.

He bent his head and sniffed it.

Suddenly, he realized what he was doing and jerked the clothes away.

‘Cough… cough.’

He coughed a few times, apparently stunned by his actions. ‘What an awkward moment,’ he thought to himself as he glanced at the door in guilt.

It was such a warm day and she had worn the clothes for the entire day. What other smell could there be besides the stench of perspiration?

He had sniffed it. Was he being… perverted?

Ming Ansheng violently shook his head to wake himself up. He took Su Yue’s clothes to the basin and turned on the tap.

He submerged her white T-shirt in water and poured detergent on it. He then began to wash it.

He was scrubbing it, pouring all his concentration on it.

He was scrubbing every single part of the T-shirt.