Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife
chapter-1293

Ming Ansheng grinned weakly. His face was still pale and he looked sickly, but it didn’t affect his aesthetically pleasing appearance.

He gently stroked Su Yue’s nose before pulling her towards him for a tight embrace. He gave her a kiss on her forehead and whispered, “Okay, I smoked. I will try not to, all right?”

Su Yue frowned, looking annoyed. “What do you mean by that?”

He sounded as though he would still smoke from time to time.

Ming Ansheng noticed that Su Yue was about to raise her voice again, and he hastily corrected himself. “Hmmm… then… I shall not smoke.”

He had been smoking for years that it was now just a habit for him. Furthermore, he was used to smoking when he worked late at night.

It was too difficult for him to quit smoking immediately.

Su Yue noticed that Ming Ansheng didn’t sound very convincing, so she shoved him away. “Then carry on smoking. I don’t want to be with an old man who smokes all day long. When you grow old, you will cough every morning when you wake up. And if you spit out your phlegm, it will be so gross.”

Ming Ansheng visualized what Su Yue had described and the corners of his mouth twitched.

But it sounded really gross. He frowned as he gazed at Su Yue. “So you will despise me when I grow old?”

Su Yue nodded and said, “Yes. If you turn into an old disgusting man, I will despise you.”

She bluntly put it across so.

As though she was saying, “When you become an old and disgusting man, don’t expect me to love you.”

Young Master Ming was crestfallen when he heard that. He tightened his arms around Su Yue and gritted his teeth with determination. “Alright. I will quit smoking.”

He despised himself the moment he said it and for giving in so easily.

“This is a promise.” Su Yue wasn’t entirely convinced so she stuck out her little finger to seal the promise with Ming Ansheng.

Ming Ansheng was exasperated when Su Yue stuck out her finger.

Were they really in a relationship right now? Didn’t they seem more like a father and daughter?

She would pout, throw a tantrum, grumbled that he was an old man and even made him promise her.

He saw how persistent Su Yue was, and he had no choice. Su Yue even made him seal the promise with his thumb.

Finally, it had satisfied Su Yue. She then sat down on the couch.

Ming Ansheng’s breakfast was placed on the coffee table. Su Yue wrinkled her nose in disapproval and opened her breakfast containers. There were beef noodles, chicken wings, and fried eggs.

Ming Ansheng glanced at the huge portions of meat and his mouth twitched silently. “Don’t you get sick of eating so much meat in the morning?”

“You don’t have to be jealous since you can’t eat it, anyway.” Su Yue began to devour her chicken wing.

Ming Ansheng sat beside her and gazed at her, looking as though he couldn’t understand her at all. Why would he be jealous?

The chicken wings looked so dull, the stall owner must have sold her leftovers from yesterday.

Without a word, he stretched his hand and snatched the chicken wings from Su Yue. He threw them into the trash can.

“What are you doing?” Su Yue yelled when her hands were emptied.

Ming Ansheng didn’t answer and began to wipe her hands with tissues.

Su Yue angrily retracted her hands and furiously glared at Ming Ansheng. “Why did you throw my chicken wings away!”

“It looks dirty.” Ming Ansheng continued to wipe Su Yue’s hand. He then stole another glance at the beef noodles. The soup looked murky—she must have bought it from a roadside stall.