<h4>Chapter 1733: Even God is Helping (Part Neen)</h4>


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    In the depths of his eyes, there was a tiny spark of excitement swirling in the calmness.


    The day had finally arrived.


    “To Little Daddy.”


    Xiaojiao raised the ss and smiled at Ming Ansheng. Her voice was as sweet and as cute as her face.


    Ming Ansheng raised his ss to give a toast to Xiaojiao. “Thank you, darling Xiaojiao. Happy Chinese New Year. May you grow prettier and lovelier with each passing day.”


    He ced the ss to his lips and took a sip.


    He had ced the ss on the table when Xiaojiao interjected, “Little Daddy is more handsome now.”


    Ming Ansheng stretched his hand and lightly pinched Xiaojiao’s chubby cheeks. “What a sweet girl.”


    “Xiaojiao will get prettier but you won’t be more good-looking.” Su Yue cut across, and she nced at Ming Ansheng. “You will only be older with more wrinkles,” said Su Yue unceremoniously.


    She gently poked the corner of Ming Ansheng’s eye.


    “This is the charm of a man in his prime,” proimed Ming Ansheng in dramatic fashion. He then raised his chin.


    “<i>Tch</i>.” Su Yue cast him a contemptuous look and continued to eat.


    Ming Ansheng nced at Su Yue and unconsciously, he stroked the corners of his eyes. <i>Wrinkles</i>...


    Would he look old if he had many wrinkles?


    Young Master Ming stole a nce at Su Yue’s beautiful and youthful face. He began to doubt his attractiveness.


    “Wrinkled old man.” Su Yue suddenly turned and peered at him.


    Ming Ansheng was taken aback, and he hastily stowed his hand away.


    He casually picked up his chopsticks and popped vegetables into his mouth.


    Su Yue chuckled quietly and ignored Ming Ansheng.


    After they finished their meal, Xiaojiao went to y with her toys. Su Yue stood on her feet to clean up.


    Ming Ansheng offered, “Let me help you.”


    He stacked all the tes and bowls with quick and nimble hands.


    Su Yue nudged him. “It’s alright. Go and apany Xiaojiao.”


    Ming Ansheng continued to clear the dishes, so Su Yue had no choice but to stand aside.


    Su Yue brought the dishes to the kitchen with Ming Ansheng trailing behind her.


    Su Yue entered the kitchen and Ming Ansheng stopped and leaned against the door. He nced at Su Yue and said, “Yueyue, let’s go for a walkter. I’m too full.”


    Su Yue replied, “When you go backter, wouldn’t you be able to take a stroll?”


    “You and Xiaojiao need a walk, too. And she ate so much,” said Ming Ansheng.


    Su Yue nced out of the windows. Taking a walk sounded like a good idea since the weather wasn’t too cold tonight.


    She nodded and said, “Alright.”


    “Great.” Ming Ansheng punched his fists in the air.


    Su Yue frowned and nced at him. “Why are you so excited?”


    “I promised Xiaojiao to build a snowman together with her.” Ming Ansheng resumed his usual expression in a split second. He leaned against the door once more.


    It was as though that person a second ago wasn’t him.


    “The snow is melting. How do you build a snowman?” Su Yue grinned as she continued to wash the dishes.


    ...


    The family of three took a walk around the neighborhood for about an hour. She nced at Ming Ansheng and said, “Uncle Ming, let’s go back.”


    Ming Ansheng replied, “Just a while more.”


    “But I’m so tired.” Su Yue shook her head reluctantly.


    She was about to leave when Ming Ansheng grabbed her arm. “I want to y with Xiaojiao. Let’s go to my ce.”