Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

“This is nothing actually.” Xuxu threw a purposeful glance at Yan Rusheng before smiling at Ming Ansheng. “Yan Rusheng’s little mistress got vomited all over her face, and that feeling is awesome.”

Yan Rusheng heard her and his face fell. He stretched his long limbs and wound them around Xuxu’s waist. He flashed a menacing smile at her. “Wife, do you want it so much right now? This desire is natural, so don’t be so shy. Let’s head back to our room.”

Without paying heed with Xuxu’s expression, he bent over and lifted her up.

With huge strides, he went in the direction of their room and ignored Xuxu’s screams and punches.

They walked past Ming Ansheng, and the man merely shook his head with a grin. “Yan Rusheng, don’t be so despicable.”

He turned around and received a shock. He quickly put on a smile. “Have you settled your cousin?”

Jiang Zhuoheng suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and he was standing a short distance away from Xuxu and Yan Rusheng.

He looked calm, and his expression didn’t give his emotions away.

Ming Ansheng reckoned that Yan Rusheng must have seen Ah Heng earlier on and had done it on purpose.

Jiang Zhuoheng nodded. “She went back to her room to change, and I think she will cry for quite some time before she can calm down.”

“That goes without saying. Who wouldn’t?” Ming Ansheng smiled and walked to Jiang Zhuoheng before putting his hands on Jiang Zhuoheng’s shoulders. “It’s finally quiet. Shall we get a drink?”

Jiang Zhuoheng merely pressed his lips without a word.

He turned around and stowed his hands into his pockets.

“I’m dead tired.”

Yan Rusheng carried Xuxu into the room. The latter then walked to the bed to take a rest.

Yan Rusheng followed after and laid down next to her using a hand to prop his head up. Another hand began to gently stroke Xuxu’s belly.

Xuxu couldn’t stand the ticklish sensation and writhed in responds. “Hurry up and leave the room. There are so many guests today. Don’t leave all the entertaining to Mother alone.”

Yan Rusheng inched nearer to her and gave her a kiss. “But I’m tired too. What should I do?”

“Go away now, stop bothering me.” Xuxu turned her body to face Yan Rusheng. She pressed her palms against Yan Rusheng’s chest. “Let me rest for a while. I can’t sleep with you around.”

She was blushing from her cheeks to her ears.

Yan Rusheng burst into laughter. “Wen Xuxu, are you still feeling shy?”

For what he had said to Ming Ansheng earlier on?

Xuxu flipped her body around, ignoring his remarks.

“Wen Xuxu, you’re my wife. Even if I didn’t say it, others would still know. There is no reason for you to be shy.” Yan Rusheng’s hand traveled downwards, sneaking itself under Xuxu’s dress.

His fingers were like a crab crawling on Xuxu’s thigh, and it inched up.

Xuxu couldn’t stand the itch and caught his hand. “Your mind is so dirty, and you’re so petty. You’re always like this!”

She shoved Yan Rusheng away with force.

Yan Rusheng noticed that Xuxu seemed to be angry, so he moved closer to her. “What’s wrong? I was just teasing you.”

Xuxu glanced askew at him. “Did you say that on purpose because you knew that Ah Heng was standing behind us?”

She sounded upset, and it made Yan Rusheng’s face darken. “Are you losing your temper with me because you care for Jiang Zhuoheng’s feelings?”

So it was because of Jiang Zhuoheng and not Ming Ansheng after all.