Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Ming Ansheng wore a black suit and tuxedo while Tang Feiling wore a white wedding gown with elaborate details. She wound her arm around his as she stood beside Ming Ansheng.

Both of them were facing the photographer, although their expressions couldn’t be any more different.

“Closer!” The photographer raised his camera as he observed Ming Ansheng’s expression. He didn’t dare to instruct him and hence spoke only to Tang Feiling. “Bride, please get closer to the groom. Yes … good!”

The photographer repeatedly pressed the shutter button.

Tang Feiling sneakily kept throwing meaningful glances at her friend.

Her friend snapped enthusiastically away and uploaded the photos of Ming Ansheng and Tang Feiling online.

In the photo, the gorgeous-looking man was dressed smartly in a formal suit, looking regal and dignified.

But his good-looking face had no trace of any emotions.

However, this didn’t affect the blessings they received from acquaintances and strangers. Everyone was gushing over the photos as they wished them happiness.

“Okay!” The photographer gestured that they had finished a series of photos. He pressed on, “Please get changed.”

“That’s enough,” Ming Ansheng coldly replied and flung Tang Feiling’s hand away. He marched stiffly towards the dressing room.

“Ansheng…” Tang Feiling hurried after Ming Ansheng.

Ming Ansheng ignored her and continued to walk away in big strides.

“Hmph!”

Tang Feiling halted her footsteps and stomped her feet angrily. “Ming Ansheng, stop wherever you are!”

Although they were supposed to take just a few photos, there was no way she would want to display photos of her in just one wedding gown at the wedding.

The more she mulled over it, the angrier she became. So, she thundered her way to the dressing room.

Ming Ansheng was inside the dressing room, but Tang Feiling abruptly barged in.

The door swung wide open with a bang.

Ming Ansheng had just taken off his shirt and he was half-naked. Instinctively, he spun around.

“Tang Feiling, what are you doing?” he yelled and threw Tang Feiling a glare.

His rage shocked Tang Feiling, and she had half a mind to flee right away. Just then, she caught an accidental glimpse of Ming Ansheng’s right chest.

Her face fell instantly, and she clenched her teeth in a rage.

“Feiling!”

Her friend came bustling inside, but Tang Feiling left the dressing room. She stretched her hand to snatch the phone away from her friend and clicked on WeiBo.

She searched for Su Yue’s half-naked photo that was taken a day before.

The original post had been deleted, but the photo had been reposted on various websites. She stared at the tattoo on Su Yue’s chest and thought of Ming Ansheng’s tattoo.

‘If I can recognize you from the photo, do you think I would be the only one who can?’

Tang Feiling’s eyes were consumed with flames of jealousy and hatred.

She muttered Su Yue’s name under her breath.

“What are you looking at?” Tang Feiling’s friend noticed her expression and expressed her concern rather worriedly.

Ming Ansheng came out of the room and her friend nudged her. “Your husband is here.”

Tang Feiling heard the word ‘husband’ and her jealousy was replaced with smugness. She stowed the phone away and turned around. Ming Ansheng was headed in her direction.

She smiled and strode towards him. “Ansheng.”

Ming Ansheng wore a deadpan expression and swept past her without a word, as though she was invisible.

Tang Feiling was so livid that she almost broke her fingers.

She would never allow anyone to snatch the title young mistress of the Ming Family and the wife of Bright Vision’s President away from her. Over her dead body!

Ming Ansheng exited the building and a gust of cold wind hit him. He got in his car and took out the cigarette case. He lit one out of frustration and took a few puffs.