Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife Chapter 1388 The Meaning of the Tattoo Part Fourteen

His gaze lingered on the dining table for a few seconds. Frustration and self-accusation filled him up.

Without changing out of his shoes, he entered the front porch and looked towards the sofa.

The small girl was curled up in a corner of the sofa. If he didn’t look closely, he might have missed her.

“Yueyue,” Ming Ansheng called out as he rushed over to her. He bent over and scooped her up.

It woke her up.

Su Yue sleepily opened her eyes. She pouted when she saw the familiar, handsome face. “Uncle Ming, why did you turn off your phone?”

It was as if she was sleep-talking. She closed her eyes and had no further movement.

Ming Ansheng’s heart ached. He couldn’t hold in his longing for her. His… love for her.

He hugged her tightly in his arms, and he kissed her smooth face with his soft lips. “Yueyue, will you wake up to have a candlelit dinner with me?”

Su Yue was already in a peaceful sleep, and she found Ming Ansheng annoying. She pushed him away and said, “No. I want to sleep, don’t disturb me.”

“Yueyue, eat with me. Or else I won’t let you sleep.” He placed her down and crushed his huge body on hers.

She wouldn’t be able to sleep under his weight no matter how tired she was.

Su Yue opened her eyes and frowned at the man who was crushing her.

“Hmph. You’re back so late, the food has turned cold. Everything has turned cold. My heart has turned cold.”

She then pouted and looked away from him in anger.

Ming Ansheng held her face in her hands and smiled. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry. I’ll punish myself with three shots, alright?”

Su Yue refuted angrily. “Three shots aren’t enough. You have to drink one bottle.”

Three shots were too lenient a punishment. She had spent the entire day preparing for this. Her initially adrenaline-pumping heart was now cold.

And the wounds on her hand were still hurting.

Ming Ansheng frowned. He looked at her unsurely. “Are you sure you want me to drink one bottle?”

He had a sly expression.

Su Yue couldn’t tell what he was thinking. She remained adamant. “It has to be one bottle. You’re not allowed to negotiate, or else you must drink two bottles.”

“Alright.” Ming Ansheng nodded. He patted her head lightly. “Little one, don’t regret later.”

Su Yue snorted. “Hmph, why would I regret?”

Ming Ansheng grinned slyly and didn’t reply to her. He leaned downwards and kissed her on the lips.

He bent over and carried her, carrying her to the dining table. “You have to eat with me.”

To get the effect of a candlelit dinner, Su Yue only arranged two chairs at the ends of the table and placed the remaining chairs elsewhere.

Ming Ansheng pulled out a chair and placed her down on it.

He then kissed her forehead. “Darling, I’ll go wash my hands.”

He stood straight and walked over to the washroom.

Su Yue watched him leave and froze. What did Uncle Ming call her just now?

‘Darling?’

She blushed and got goosebumps.

Ming Ansheng emerged from the washroom. He saw her staring in his direction with a blush on her face, but he didn’t know what had made her so shy.