Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He rubbed his hair with a towel in his hand as he walked to the bed.
Su Yue had already showered, and she wore a set of flowery pajamas. She was looking intently at her phone on the bed.
Ming Ansheng walked to her and glanced at her phone. “What are you looking at?”
Su Yue casually replied, “I logged in to my QQ account to leave Bai Jing a message. I wonder if she is still using the same account.”
Ming Ansheng’s expression instantly froze. He cast his towel aside and bent to take Su Yue’s phone, before putting it on top of the bedside drawers.
He pressed his palms on the bed, confining Su Yue between his arms. He teased her with a seductive grin. “Shouldn’t you be thinking of me right now?”
Su Yue frowned. She looked sombre and forlorn.
After a moment of hesitation, she asked, “Uncle Ming. If your best friend—maybe my third brother—did something to disappoint you, will you forgive him and give him a chance?”
“It depends on the severity.” Ming Ansheng sat down next to Su Yue and wrapped his arms around her.
Su Yue carried on, “For example, he tried to steal your woman?”
Ming Ansheng frowned and jabbed her head gently. “Nonsense. My woman is his sister.”
Su Yue also felt that her example was inappropriate. She shook her head and corrected herself. “Lu Yinan then. What if he tries to steal your woman?”
Ming Ansheng replied airily, “I will definitely fall out with him.”
He immediately turned and fell on top of Su Yue. He chided her lightly with a frown, “It’s late at night. Why are you harping on such trivial matters?”
She knew that he was about to kiss her, so she hastily shoved him away. “Stop it. Xiaojiao might come over at any time.”
She glanced nervously at the door.
Besides, they weren’t the only ones in the house.
Ming Ansheng ignored her protests and kissed her firmly.
His kisses were gentle, passionate, and lingering.
Suddenly, his phone rang and vibrated, and Su Yue received a rude shock.
She pushed him with her might. “Uncle Ming, your phone!”
‘Who’s that!’
Young Master Ming, who was already submerged in this heated passion and desire, had an urge to bellow at the caller. He picked up his phone.
The name on the screen… Lu Yinan.
He gnashed his teeth as he answered. “It’s late at night. Why aren’t you sleeping with your hooligan! Why did you call to disturb me?”
Young Master Ming’s temper was much more mellow than Young Master Yan.
If it was Young Master Yan, he would either mock at him or curse and swear.
“I’m asking you. What have you all done to Zhou Shuang?”
Young Master Lu interrogated him and he sounded vexed.
His question puzzled Ming Ansheng. “I don’t understand. What did I do to Zhou Shuang?”
“Why does she keep repeating that we are disgusting and wretched? She refused to sleep with me.”
“What does it have to do with me?”
Young Master Ming couldn’t make head or tail of this situation.
“What did Yan Rusheng or you do to her?”
“Then you should call Yan Rusheng.”
“If I call that fellow at this time, wouldn’t I be looking for trouble?”
“Lu Yinan, scram!” Ming Ansheng hung up in a huff and flung his phone away.
F*ck! Lu Yinan chose to harass him because he had a better temper than Yan Rusheng.
…
Young Master Lu was irritated and annoyed when Ming Ansheng abruptly hung up. He opened the bathroom door.
Zhou Shuang was lying in bed with her back facing her. He trod carefully across the room.
