Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Su Yue slowly clenched her fists, and her palms started to feel warm.

The winter didn’t seem too cold anymore.

“Your snowman is brilliant!”

Xiaojiao’s excitement attracted the attention of a few nearby children.

A few of them came over and looked their snowman up and down before they lavished it with praises.

Xiaojiao felt very smug. She pointed at Ming Ansheng—who was kissing Su Yue domineeringly—and said to the kids, “My Uncle did it. My Uncle is brilliant, he can make many snowmen.”

Only then did she realize that Ming Ansheng had his lips pressed against Su Yue’s. She smiled and explained to the kids, “My Mommy is dying, Uncle is giving her CPR.”

A children’s world was so innocent and naïve. They will believe whatever you say.

“What CPR?” a boy from Country M said as he looked at Su Yue and Ming Ansheng. He mocked, “That’s kissing, not CPR!”

Then another kid nodded and added, “That’s right. You need to be lying down to get CPR.”

Xiaojiao didn’t know what they were talking about. She pouted and said, “If Uncle said that he’s giving CPR, then he is.”

Uncle was definitely right.

When Ming Ansheng heard her, he gave her a huge thumbs up in his mind.

Su Yue blushed when she heard the children discussing them.

She frowned and pushed him away with force. “Don’t do this in front of the children.”

She turned away shyly and back faced the kids. She hurriedly wiped away his traces on her lips.

“Your Uncle is so handsome. Why isn’t he your Daddy?”

A few kids saw Ming Ansheng’s face and praised him for his good looks.

Young Master Ming felt very smug. He casually stuffed his hands in his pockets and moved closer to Su Yue’s ear. He raised his eyebrows and asked, “Heard that? Even kids say that I’m handsome.”

Su Yue ignored him.

Xiaojiao innocently said, “Uncle is Daddy. Daddy is Uncle.”

Su Yue and Ming Ansheng were both stunned.

Then Ming Ansheng’s eyes brightened with excitement. He walked over to her and carried her up high. “Darling, Uncle is Daddy, so can you call me Daddy from now on?”

Xiaojiao was frightened because she hadn’t been carried so high in a long time. She shouted, “Daddy, I’m scared.”

Ming Ansheng couldn’t tell if she was calling him or Jiao Chen.

But he took it that she was calling him.

He was indescribably happy. He hugged her and spun a few rounds before kissing her face. “Darling, Daddy will bring you for a good meal.”

Ming Ansheng was wearing thin clothing. The color on his face only gradually returned after they got onto the car.

Su Yue pressed her lips, swallowing her words of concern.

She suddenly realized, showing concern required courage.

“Cough, cough…”

Ming Ansheng suddenly started coughing incessantly.

Su Yue looked over and frowned. She tried to observe his complexion.

But from her angle, she only saw half of his face.

He had been coughing since he started building the snowman. Did he catch a cold?