Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Chapter 813 - Doesn’t Get Tired of Chicken Wings · Nov 09, 2026

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801 Chapter 801 - She Was a Beautiful Lady 2026-11-09
802 Chapter 802 - You’re Not Far off From Amnesia 2026-11-09
803 Chapter 803 - Love Rival’s Auntie 2026-11-09
804 Chapter 804 - Past Conflicts 2026-11-09
805 Chapter 805 - Su Yue, You Are Too Awesome! 2026-11-09
806 Chapter 806 - I’ll Be Good to Su Yue 2026-11-09
807 Chapter 807 - Left Without a Word 2026-11-09
808 Chapter 808 - Something He Ought to Have Done Long Ago 2026-11-09
809 Chapter 809 - Totally Unacceptable 2026-11-09
810 Chapter 810 - Do I Look Like I’m Joking? 2026-11-09
811 Chapter 811 - Flourish & Prosper Belongs to the Yan Family 2026-11-09
812 Chapter 812 - Of Course, We’ll Continue 2026-11-09
813 Chapter 813 - Doesn’t Get Tired of Chicken Wings 2026-11-09
814 Chapter 814 - It’s Fine 2026-11-09
815 Chapter 815 - What Was His Motive? 2026-11-09
816 Chapter 816 - Don't Chase Me Away 2026-11-09
817 Chapter 817 - She Was So Touched That Her Eyes Were Stinging 2026-11-09
818 Chapter 818 - You Will Hurt the Babies 2026-11-09
819 Chapter 819 - I Was Being Lenient 2026-11-09
820 Chapter 820 - Can’t You Even Endure This? 2026-11-09
821 Chapter 821 - This Is Considered Normal 2026-11-09
822 Chapter 822 - One Who Greatly Values Relationships 2026-11-09
823 Chapter 823 - Increasingly Fishy 2026-11-09

Su Yue casually glanced ahead. She smiled. “Brother Qi Lei.”

Her sweet voice sounded so happy.

Brother Qi Lei? Ming Ansheng, who was about to drive off, stole a glance through the rearview mirror. He saw Qi Lei holding a container.

He frowned. ‘Did this fellow make chicken wings for her again?’

Qi Lei made his way towards Su Yue, and he smiled shyly at her. Ming Ansheng, on the other hand, was still pondering. “Su Yue.”

He lifted the container to show her. “Your dinner.”

“Thank you.” Su Yue received the container and opened it eagerly. She caught a whiff of the delicious food and smiled—she looked so blissful. “It smells so nice. I’m starving right now.”

She rubbed her belly, and the smile turned into a mischievous grin.

Starving? Why didn’t she tell him? If she had told him, he would have brought her out for dinner!

He doesn’t have the tendency to torture children!

Ming Ansheng frowned, looking annoyed. He opened the door and got off his car.

Su Yue was already devouring a chicken wing and Qi Lei was teasing her. “You’re such a glutton. Can’t you wait until you get home?”

“Your chicken wings are nicer than Kentucky Fried Chicken.” Su Yue praised Qi Lei’s cooking.

Qi Lei bashfully smiled although it secretly pleased him that a pretty girl had praised him.

He nagged, “Hurry and go up.”

Both of them completely ignored Young Master Ming.

He watched them from a short distance away and they didn’t even offer him a glance.

‘Forget it,’ he thought. He shall overlook this and not be petty. He had sent her home and did Third Yan a favor. He wasn’t hoping to hear any gratitude from her.

Ming Ansheng felt much better and glanced at Su Yue. “Su Yue, hurry up and go home. Your third sister-in-law will be here shortly.”

Su Yue finally noticed Ming Ansheng and uttered ‘oh’ in response.

She carried the container and went inside.

“Su Yue, I’ll go back first.”

Qi Lei didn’t follow her and bade her goodbye. He watched her for a while before stuffing his hands into his pockets and left.

His lanky figure slowly diminished in the horizon. Ming Ansheng watched him—he was lost in his thoughts.

He glanced at the building and watched as the door closed. He furrowed his eyebrows and muttered, “This lass, why doesn’t she get tired of chicken wings.”

She had eaten almost a dozen chicken wings in the afternoon, and yet she wants to eat more.

He shook his head; he felt baffled. He was getting old indeed, and it was almost impossible to understand teens these days.

He pressed the ignition button and activated the car.

He made a turn and drove towards the exit of the district.

A taxi stopped outside the district and a familiar figure came out of the taxi. Ming Ansheng slowed down and stopped the car. He wound his windows down. “Wen Xuxu!”

“Ming Ansheng?” Xuxu was surprised to see Ming Ansheng. As she strode towards him, she spoke, “You sent Su Yue home?”

“Yup.” Ming Ansheng nodded. “She just went up.”

Xuxu smiled. “Sorry for troubling you.”

Ming Ansheng joked. “If only Third Yan has half of your manners, I would be contented.”

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