Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
She nodded and craned her neck. Confused and curious, she blinked and stared at Ming Ansheng and Su Yue’s lips.
Ming Ansheng was about to kiss her again when he saw Xiaojiao staring at them. He raised an eyebrow and smiled at her. “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t blush or get nervous, but Su Yue wasn’t as calm as him.
She became frustrated after consecutive failed attempts at pushing him away. “Ming Ansheng, that’s enough.”
He was being so shameless in front of Xiaojiao. CPR? Wasn’t he afraid of retribution if he kept lying, especially to his daughter?
Xiaojiao became frightened when she saw that Su Yue was angry. She patted Su Yue’s elbow gently. “Mommy, what’s wrong?”
‘Mommy’s face is so red. She must be very sick,’ she thought.
“Nothing.” Su Yue shook her head and smiled immediately. “Everything is fine. Nothing is wrong.”
Then she glared menacingly at Ming Ansheng.
Ming Ansheng was still looking at her with mischief. His body was still hovering over hers, and he didn’t seem like he was going to release her anytime soon.
But Su Yue was afraid of scaring Xiaojiao, so she held in her anger.
“Uncle, is Mommy alive now?” Xiaojiao observed them for a while before asking. She was worried because they weren’t moving.
The character in the story only required CPR because he was dying. Was Mommy alright now?
Then she looked at Su Yue and carefully observed her.
Ming Ansheng shook his head. “No. But your Mommy is being naughty, she refuses to accept treatment.”
Su Yue was speechless…
When did this fellow become as shameless as her third brother?
“Mommy…” Xiaojiao suddenly started sobbing in fright. She pulled at his elbow and said, “Give Mommy CPR, give Mommy CPR.”
She kept asking him to give her Mommy CPR.
Su Yue didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Ming Ansheng’s eyes gleamed craftily before kissing Xiaojiao on the cheek. “Darling, don’t cry. Uncle will bring your Mommy back to life. I will give your Mommy a lot of CPR, alright?”
Xiaojiao nodded. “Good Uncle, I don’t want Mommy to die.”
She immediately stopped crying and rubbed her eyes.
Su Yue looked at Xiaojiao’s puffy eyes and anger overcame her. She glared at him and ordered, “Ming Ansheng, get off me now.”
This fellow would do anything to satisfy his desires.
Was he perverted, making a child cry early in the morning?
“Xiaojiao, Mommy doesn’t want CPR.” Ming Ansheng ignored Su Yue.
Xiaojiao started bawling again when she heard it. “Mommy…”
Her tears rolled down her cheeks.
Ming Ansheng felt smug. It frustrated Su Yue.
She pushed Ming Ansheng away with all her might before carrying Xiaojiao. She coaxed, “Xiaojiao, don’t cry. Uncle was lying to you. Mommy won’t die. Mommy is fine.”
Then she coldly glared at Ming Ansheng.
Ming Ansheng was lying on his side, his head propped up with his arm.
A sly and crafty smile crept onto his face.
This man was almost thirty, but he had become more thick-skinned. Wasn’t he supposed to be a composed, mature man?
He used to blush and look around whenever she acted cute around him in public.
