Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The boy was wearing loose pajamas. He carefully closed the door after him before walking to Ming Ansheng. A tall pile of documents had hidden his face. "Daddy, you're smoking so much again."

Beibei felt glum.

Ming Ansheng raised his head when he heard Beibei's voice. He frowned and asked, "Why are you still awake?"

Beibei stood before Ming Ansheng's desk, and he scanned his desk. His eyes landed on the overflowing ashtray and he pouted. "Today, my classmate told me that his father was diagnosed with lung cancer. His father was stressed because of work, he smoked every day."

He tugged at Ming Ansheng's sleeve and pleaded earnestly. "Daddy, can you stop smoking so much?"

Ming Ansheng managed a tiny smile as he tapped Beibei's head gently. "Little rascal. Don't let your imagination run wild."

Lung cancer?

If he really had cancer, what would happen?

Would she visit him out of pity? Or would she allow Xiaojiao to call him daddy?

He sneered at his own wishful thinking.

He suddenly understood why some people would commit suicide after a breakup.

"Daddy, I know that you really like Xiaojiao's mommy." Beibei pursed his lips with a frown. He looked upset and sullen.

This wasn't the first time that he had brought Su Yue up. Ming Ansheng was used to it, so he didn't have any reaction.

"Go and sleep. Children shouldn't meddle with adults' affairs."

He nudged Beibei.

Beibei refused to budge, and he glowered at Ming Ansheng. "Of course, I have to! If you fall sick because you miss Xiaojiao's mommy too much, or you suffer from an illness due to smoking, I won't have a father anymore."

He pouted again and murmured, "I've already lost my mommy."

Beibei's words seemed to squeeze Ming Ansheng's heart, and he tenderly ruffled his hair. He snuffed out his cigarette and threw it inside the ashtray.

He smiled reassuringly at Beibei. "Don't think so much. I'll be fine."

He was rather helpless, as he didn't know how to handle such a melancholic child.

He nagged at him too much. On the other hand, he was so sensible and obedient that he couldn't bring himself to scold him.

Beibei refused to leave, and he looked at Ming Ansheng squarely in the eyes. "Daddy, do you love my mommy more, or Xiaojiao's mommy more?"

Ming Ansheng was taken aback. "Why do you ask this?"

Deep down, he didn't even need to think about this question at all.

When he broke up with Meiduo, he wasn't heartbroken, neither was he miserable. He could still treat her as a friend and face her normally as though nothing had happened.

But he had never ceased to stop thinking about Su Yue. Neither did his longing for her.

Rather than asking who did he loved more, perhaps Beibei should have asked who was his true love.

His answer would be Su Yue.

Beibei pouted when Ming Ansheng clammed up. "It doesn't matter if you love Xiaojiao's mommy more. Since my mommy is no longer around, you can't see or love her anymore. So you should love the one who is still alive."

He leaned against the desk as he glanced at Ming Ansheng, looking slightly sorrowful.

Ming Ansheng was dumbfounded as he gazed at the boy.

He couldn't fathom the reason why a child would think so much. He was practically an adult.