Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Lu Yinan was indignant. 'In what way are my three children worse than your brats?'

Ming Ansheng replied, 'I'm having breakfast with my wife and children. We're going shopping later and having a candlelit dinner.'

Lu Yinan replied, 'Ha ha. Wife?'

Before Ming Ansheng could reply, he added, 'Yan Rusheng, when did your sister get married?'

Yan Rusheng answered, 'Leave me alone. If you have feelings for her, find her. If not, shut it.'

He had originally thought that Young Master Yan would attack Ming Ansheng with him, but he was wrong. Young Master Lu suffered a harsh blow instead. He typed, 'I'm so annoyed. Why are women so troublesome? Are your women so troublesome?'

'What does she want? She's not happy if treat her good nor bad,' he thought.

Young Master Yan immediately refuted, 'Your woman is different from mine.'

In his eyes, Wen Xuxu was perfect and incapable of doing wrong.

Women were like clothes and his friends were like arms and legs. If the arms and legs were to touch his clothes, he'd chop them off.

Lu Yinan was indignant. 'Does your woman have an extra nose or eye? Why can't they be compared?'

Immediately after he sent the message, he became even more indignant. He sent another message, 'Your women are affectionate but my hooligan isn't arrogant and pretentious. She's candid and is gentle when she should be. She can withstand hardship and has a good figure. Her looks aren't too bad either, so what's wrong with my woman?'

'Tch tch tch…'

'Tch tch tch…'

Yan Rusheng and Ming Ansheng replied the same thing at the same time.

Lu Yinan could sense the teasing in their words.

Ming Ansheng immediately sent another message. 'Look what we have here! Lu Yinan, aren't you always complaining about Zhou Shuang's flaws? Didn't you say that she's like a man and not the least feminine? Didn't you say that she looks like an auntie in her loungewear?'

Yan Rusheng replied soon after, 'Ha ha. Someone complained to me recently about how he was unlucky to have met Zhou Shuang, a woman with absolutely no taste and not the least feminine.'

Did he say those words?

Lu Yinan frowned and pressed his lips. He didn't want to admit that he had complained about so many of her flaws.

He interrupted, 'Quit being sarcastic. Have a drink with me at the hospital.'

Yan Rusheng replied, 'I'm sorry. I just finished exercising and I'm hugging my wife to sleep.'

When Lu Yinan read his message, one word came to mind: 'Despicable!'

The word was written all over his face.

This despicable scum… It made him furious.

Ming Ansheng replied as well, 'I'm sorry but I'm still in Country M. It's snowing and I'm going to bring my wife and child out for a stroll soon.'

'This is the end of our friendship!' Lu Yinan gritted his teeth and closed the chat.

He closed WeChat.

He grabbed the corners of the table and pushed it forcefully. The comfortable office chair retreated one or two meters. He tiptoed and spun the chair around.

He ignored it and rested his elbow on the armrest of the chair. He placed his palm to his forehead, incredibly frustrated.