Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Oh, except at home. When Jiao Chen was reading books, she would sit quietly by the side, admiring her handsome Daddy.

Su Yue fell into a daze as she watched Xiaojiao.

"Yueyue?"

Xuxu called after her.

She broke out of her reverie and saw Xuxu holding Yan Rusheng's elbow as they walked off the stage.

All the segments were over and it was time to change their attire. Su Yue nodded and hurried after them.

She couldn't really keep up, and she was in a frenzy in her ten-centimeter heels. She missed a step on her way down.

Her foot twisted to the side and she fell sideways.

She didn't call out in pain in front of the guests.

"Yueyue."

An arm wrapped around her waist at the speed of light.

Then he gently pulled her up, his arm still wrapped tightly around her slender waist.

Perhaps he forgot, or perhaps… he did it on purpose.

"Thanks." Su Yue bore with the pain and nodded at Ming Ansheng in appreciation.

It was curt and Ming Ansheng's heart fell. He instinctively relinquished his grip.

Su Yue had twisted her leg pretty badly, and because of the pain, she broke out in a sweat. She gritted her teeth and limped out of the hall.

Ming Ansheng stood rooted to the ground. He stared after her. She was obviously in extreme pain, but she kept a strong facade.

'Uncle Ming, it's so painful. Can you help me rub it?'

Why aren't you falling into my embrace and acting like a spoiled child anymore?

Why have you turned back into the Su Yue who wasn't scared of pain?

Su Yue's smile flashed across his mind.

The more he loved her, the more he needed to control his emotions.

Wasn't it better to reminisce the good times?

These four years, wasn't he used to hold everything in?

Why did he fall back to square one the moment he saw her?

Seeing how stubborn she was, how he wanted to… rush forward and carry her in his arms.

The tall man stood there unmoving on the red carpet, while the woman disappeared into the distance.

All the guests looked at Ming Ansheng with confusion in their eyes. They were discussing and guessing whatever relationship he had with Su Yue.

Suddenly, Ming Ansheng walked forward and strode to the door.

He couldn't leave her like that. Her fall must've hurt a lot.

He couldn't stop worrying. But how could he?

Su Yue held in the pain as she left the hall. Finally, she stopped gritting her teeth and leaned against the wall, slowly squatting down. She took off her high heels.

Her small hands gripped her ankle, and she gently rubbed it.

She hissed in pain.

"Mommy."

Xiaojiao suddenly came running out of the hall. Nobody noticed because she was so small.

She ran towards Su Yue and she could tell that Su Yue was in pain. She pursed her lips. "Mommy, where does it hurt?"

"It doesn't." Su Yue smiled and shook her head. Then she hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

"Miss Su, your phone keeps ringing."

Qiao Jian, Yan Rusheng's assistant, smiled as he passed Su Yue her bag.

Her phone was ringing inside it.

"Thank you." Su Yue smiled and took the bag from him. She found her phone and saw that Jiao Chen was calling.

The smile on her face grew—a face of bliss.

"Why are you calling again?" Su Yue picked up the call and leaned her head against the wall.