Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Wouldn’t she seem like a silly love-struck woman if she smiled at anyone and everyone?

“…” Ming Ansheng stared at Yan Rusheng with disdain. “Your protectiveness is too excessive.”

Yan Rusheng ignored his comments and hastened his footsteps.

No one can criticize or judge his woman.

Ming Ansheng caught up with him. “Third Yan, Wen Xuxu is a good girl. Treat her well.”

Yan Rusheng pretended to be bewildered by his words. “Didn’t you used to dislike her?”

“I…” Ming Ansheng pressed his lips, stumped for words.

Yan Rusheng said coldly, “Ming Ansheng, I’m warning you. Wen Xuxu marrying me, it’s an inevitable fact. It has nothing to do with your family.”

He paused and he seemed even more solemn and serious. “And one more. I have to remind you to take note of your family members’ conduct.”

Ming Ansheng knew what he meant and he was guilty and grateful at the same time. “Third Yan, thank you.”

Yan Rusheng glanced askew at him. “It doesn’t mean that I’m not pursuing the matter.”

They had reached the room and Lu Yinan went in before them. The door was ajar and Yan Rusheng strode inside without further ado.

Ming Ansheng stared at his back as he knitted his eyebrows tightly. He was troubled and worried.

He stopped outside the room and whipped out his cell phone. He dialed a number and when the person on the other line answered, he said promptly, “Ask Grandfather not to attend Grandfather Lu’s birthday celebration tonight.”

After instructing the person, he hung up promptly.

Then he went in.

Lu Yinan and Fang Jiayin had sat down around the mahjong table. Yan Rusheng walked to the table and sat down.

Ming Ansheng sat down next to Yan Rusheng.

The auto table began to dispense the mahjong tiles and Young Master Lu began to set rules. “Jiayin doesn’t know how to play so we shall play two rounds without involving any money. As for the stakes…”

When it came to money, Fang Jiayin instantly spoke up, “I shall say this in advance, I only have a thousand yuan. If the few young masters are playing with huge sums of money, I won’t have money to pay if I lose.”

Although she had declared that she was poor, her words didn’t sound as if she was stingy or petty.

She didn’t feel embarrassed at all and her tone sounded natural.

“Can’t you be more promising? The first thing on your mind is about losing. “Lu Yinan grabbed some tiles and continued. “Third Young Master will lend you a couple of million yuan.”

Fang Jiayin’s eyes swept past Yan Rusheng swiftly.

Yan Rusheng lowered his head as he stared at his tiles. It seemed that he didn’t hear what Lu Yinan was saying or perhaps he was just ignoring him.

She peered at Lu Yinan and smiled. “Young Master Lu, could you lend me a couple of million yuan instead?”

Young Master Lu nodded promptly. “Sure.”

Fang Jiayin pouted. “But I’m penniless.”

“Then you should marry me to repay me.” Young Master Lu stretched his hand to grab a mahjong tile.

Suddenly he could feel the atmosphere turning quiet and he lifted his head. He saw Ming Ansheng glaring at him with a pair of malicious-looking eyes.

Only then did he realize that he had gone overboard with his joke. He turned to look at Fang Jiayin and laughed. “I’m just kidding. I hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s alright.” Fang Jiayin shook her head as she bent her head to look at her tiles. “But Young Master Lu, you seemed to have revealed your true personality.”

Lu Yinan was puzzled. “What true personality?”

“Pretending to be refined.” Fang Jiayin grinned at him and suddenly she quipped, “I think I’ve won.”