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  “Yueyue.”


  Ming Ansheng uttered when he saw Su Yue, but the latter just swiftly swept past him.

  Looking at how hasty and anxious she was, it was as though she was afraid that he would harm her daughter.

  Su Xiaojiao ignored Ming Ansheng and peered at the couch. “Xiaojiao.”


  She quickly strode towards her.

  Ming Ansheng trailed after her and stood beside Su Yue. He bent to watch both of them.

  Su Yue caught a whiff of alcohol, and she inhaled deeply.

  Instinctively, she assumed that Ming Ansheng was the one who reeked of alcohol. It was Yan Rusheng’s wedding and all his friends were drunk.

  She raised her head to glance at Ming Ansheng. Unexpectedly, she met his eyes.

  His eyes narrowed, but the expression in it was so damn intense.

  Su Yue shuddered and unconsciously she averted her eyes.

  “Yueyue.”


  The man’s voice rang once more. Su Yue was kneeling on the floor with her hands on her lap. She tightly clenched her fists.

  She didn’t answer Ming Ansheng.

  “Is your leg still hurting?” Ming Ansheng suddenly knelt down and extended his hand towards Su Yue.

  Su Yue was still wearing the bridesmaid gown, and it revealed her fair legs. To Ming Ansheng, she was as exquisite as a piece of fine jade.

  His hand brushed against Su Yue’s ankle, and she could feel how cold his palm was. But the weather wasn’t that cold.

  Su Yue shrunk a little and it seemed that something had grasped her heart.

  In such fine weather, his palms were icy cold. Did that mean that his heart was cold as well?

  Su Yue couldn’t help but steal a look at Ming Ansheng once more.

  He gazed at her ankle with a worried expression. His thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his face.

  He wanted to massage Su Yue’s ankle, but she dodged his touch. Ming Ansheng’s hand froze in mid-air, so he raised his head to stare blankly at Su Yue.

  Su Yue felt guilty when she met his eyes. She turned to lift Xiaojiao up.

  She felt that something was amiss when she saw how Xiaojiao’s cheeks were as red as a tomato. “Xiaojiao.”


  Why was her face so red? Was she having a fever?

  Su Yue bent to sit down as she placed Xiaojiao on her lap. She touched her forehead and it was rather warm.

  “Mommy.”


  Su Xiaojiao’s muffled voice sounded, and she was moving her hands to try to grab something. But Su Yue was wearing a tight-fitting gown so she couldn’t grab anything.

  Su Yue offered her hand to let her grab it. “Mommy is here. Mommy is here.”


  She bent to kiss Xiaojiao’s cheek.

  Suddenly, she caught a whiff of alcohol emitting from Xiaojiao’s breath. She frowned and inched nearer once more.

  After she was certain that the smell was indeed from her, her heart jerked wildly.

  She raised her head and glared at Ming Ansheng. “Ming Ansheng! She is only three years old. How can you be so despicable?!” hissed Su Yue.

  She didn’t want to scare the girl so she suppressed her anger and stopped herself from yelling.

  Ming Ansheng might be tipsy but his brain was still working fine.

  He instantly understood what Su Yue meant and her accusation took him aback.

  Because of the effect of alcohol, he bellowed, “Su Yue! Do you think the child you bore with someone else is so valuable?”


  He immediately regretted his words.