Chapter 1467 - Whose Child Is It? (Part Eight)
Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Meiduo was worried, anxious, and uneasy.
Ming Ansheng gazed intently at Meiduo in silence.
If the child was really his, how could he bear to send him to the orphanage?
But what about his Yueyue?
Meiduo noticed that Ming Ansheng had clammed up and she whispered, âIâm sorry for appearing now. I must have disrupted your life.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ming Ansheng continued to study the womanâs expression.
All their shared memories flooded him in an instant.
âAre you Meiduo? They said that itâs difficult to win your heart. Can I woo you?â
âOkay.â
âHey, why are you running away?â
âYou said you wanted to woo me, of course, I had to make it difficult for you.â
In that old alley, the sprightly and vivacious girl... his memories were getting blurry.
The first time he smoked... the first time he got drunk... his first time...
Everything he tried for the first time was with this woman. But when they broke up, he didnât feel as though his heart was in pain.
It could be like what others had said. When a couple has been together for a long time, breaking up was inevitable. Or perhaps they didnât really understand what love really was.
Ming Ansheng took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and popped it to his lips. He lit it up.
He took a puff and exhaled deeply through his mouth and nose.
Through the smoke, he faced the woman and calmly said, âYou donât have to worry about the child. I will be responsible.â
That was a promise.
Meiduoâs eyes glistened and she cracked a smile. âThank you, Ansheng.â
Her smile and gratitude were genuine.
Ming Ansheng allowed the smoke to shroud him.
...
In the lavish and grand mansion in the middle of the city.
Everyone was seated on the couch, but the atmosphere was strained and stifling.
Ming Ansheng removed his leather shoes, and the servant immediately brought out a pair of slippers for him. He put them on before entering the living room.
âAnsheng.â
His mother saw him and immediately stood up. She furrowed her eyebrows, looking anxious.
Ming Ansheng glanced at her but he didnât stop. He walked to the couch and stared at the adorable boy sitting with the rest of his family.
âBeibei, why didnât you call Daddy?â
Ming Zhongsheng reminded the boy in his deep voice.
The little boy was a little frightened, and he instantly obeyed. âDaddy.â
Ming Ansheng pressed his lips in response.
His eyes darted to the rest of them and he lightly chuckled. âEveryone is here.â
Ming Zhongsheng solemnly said, âYes. We have a family meeting today.â
He paused before continuing. âOur subsidiary in H City had some urgent matters and your brother flew there last night. But this meeting is for you, so he need not be here.â
âAlright. Say it.â Ming Ansheng nodded.
Ming Zhongsheng quipped, âBeibei is your son. His blood runs in our family. We have to bring him back home.â
Ming Ansheng sneered coldly. âGrandfather, I thought youâve already done that?â
He turned his head and shouted across the room. âAunt Wu!â
Aunt Wu came rushing from outside. âSecond Young Master.â
Ming Ansheng instructed, âBring the boy outside to play.â
âRight away.â Aunt Wu nodded and carried the boy away.
Ming Ansheng strode over to the couch and sat down.
Ming Zhongshengâs eyes landed on him once more. âYou have no objections?â
Ming Ansheng appeared composed. âIf he is my son, I have no reason for him to linger outside.â