Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

“She…” Ming Ansheng stopped mid-sentence. He then continued plainly, “She hasn’t matured. You’re more sensible than her, so please take care of her.”

Bai Jing nodded and agreed.

She ended the call and stared at the screen, deep in thought. She stuffed the phone back into Su Yue’s bag and stared out of the window.

‘She hasn’t matured. You’re more sensible than her, so please take care of her…’

What was so good about being sensible?

Su Yue was immature and ignorant, yet so many people cared about her.

But what about her?

…

The chauffeur drove her to the East Gate. Bai Jing entered the school and heard the bouncing of a basketball from afar. She lifted her head and looked towards the source of the sound.

A tall figure walked over. The warm afternoon sun shone on him and he seemed to sparkle.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

She smiled uncontrollably. “Third Brother.”

This was the clearest and liveliest greeting she had ever given him.

Yan Rusheng looked at her and nodded.

Bai Jing stopped in her tracks and asked him, “Is Su Yue in the dormitory?”

Yan Rusheng nodded in response.

“Oh.” Bai Jing pressed her lips together and asked, “Third Brother are you leaving now?”

Yan Rusheng nodded. “You should head upstairs.”

“Okay.” Bai Jing smiled then said, “Third Brother, be careful on the road.”

She then walked past him.

She didn’t want to leave him because she wanted to spend more time looking at him.

But she knew that she couldn’t. No matter how outstanding he was, he could never be hers.

Bai Jing warned herself that he was married. And even if he wasn’t, she was too inferior to him. She shouldn’t have any thoughts about him.

She bowed her head and walked towards the dormitory.

When she reached the entrance, she looked back at the quiet winding path. However, that tall figure was no longer in sight. Desolation filled her eyes.

…

Bai Jing pushed open the door and the first thing she looked at was Su Yue’s bed. She was sprawled on it, her head buried in her pillow, unmoving.

She entered and closed the door. She walked over and sat on the corner of her bed.

She pushed her lightly. “Su Yue.”

“Mm,” Su Yue responded. She didn’t say anything else, neither did she look up at her.

Bai Jing asked, “Are you still angry?”

Su Yue shook her head. “No.”

Her voice was nasal, so it was obvious that she was crying.

Bai Jing frowned. “Then why are you crying?”

“I don’t feel like talking,” Su Yue choked out. She then flipped herself over and covered her head with the covers.

Bai Jing pressed her lips together. “Okay, then. I’ll talk to you when you’re not mad anymore.”

She stood up and headed towards her own bed. When she sat down, she suddenly recalled something. She said to Su Yue, “Oh yes, I brought your bag and phone back. Young Master Ming phoned you earlier.”

Su Yue cried, “I don’t want to talk to him anymore.”

“I know.” Bai Jing nodded. “So I told him that you’re very angry and that you don’t wish to talk to him anymore.”

Su Yue suddenly flipped over the covers and popped her head out. She asked Bai Jing, “What else did he say?”

Her eyes were puffy and swollen.

Bai Jing replied plainly, “He asked me to take care of you, that’s all.”