Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

"Didn’t Uncle Jia say we have days off? What’s Dad still busy with?" Rong’s eyes suddenly brightened. "Could it be that Dad is rehearsing a program?"

Didn’t Uncle Jia say there will be a performance in a few days? Isn’t everyone supposed to participate? Could Dad be preparing a program right now?

Wait, Xiaoyu found this more and more off. Isn’t he supposed to be a martyr’s child? How did he end up having a dad in rehearsal?

She knew there would be a performance in a few days, and the officer had issued a strict order at the commendation meeting: all captains must go on stage to perform. Could she have made a mistake, and this child isn’t the martyr’s child?

"Hairong, what’s your father’s name?" Out of curiosity, Xiaoyu asked.

Wang Xia frowned slightly; the registration form clearly stated Hairong’s father’s name as Haigang. What’s Teacher Huang implying?

For so many years, she had never mentioned Hairong’s biological father to him, even when occasionally visiting Haigang’s mother’s house. She reminded the elderly not to mention Haigang in front of Hairong, as he was sensitive and would get hurt.

Haigang’s parents, having lost their son, cherished this grandson dearly and would never let the child feel sad, always keeping silent.

In Hairong’s heart, Mu Xingfeng was his father.

Wang Xia was just about to remind Xiaoyu that Hairong’s father’s name was on the registration form, when Hairong spoke up, "My dad is Mu Xingfeng."

"My dad is Mu Xingfeng!" The young voice carried a tone of certainty and pride, and Xiaoyu’s mind buzzed, her eyes incredibly looking at Hairong.

So Mu Xingfeng not only had a wife but also such a big son?

Wasn’t he supposed to not consider personal issues? Could his personal issues have been resolved long ago?

But how to explain the one called An Ran? Was it really like Sister-in-law Sun said, that Mu Xingfeng wasn’t as he appeared, but actually a playboy?

With a wife and child at home, yet entangled with An Ran in Nan’an, disregarding military discipline and bringing her here?

Yet, based on her year’s observation of Mu Xingfeng, he didn’t seem to be such a person. Not to mention that he brought An Ran, and now also his wife and child, wasn’t he afraid the leadership would have opinions?

However Xiaoyu pondered, she felt something was amiss, and glanced again at Hairong’s registration form, where the father’s column unmistakably read the name Haigang.

Just when she was about to speak, Wang Xia had already grabbed Hairong, apologetically looking at Xiaoyu, "Don’t mind, Teacher Huang, in the Imperial City, Xingfeng always took care of us. The child has regarded him as father since childhood. The father’s name is written on the registration form. If there’s nothing else, we’ll be leaving now, see you at the start of school."

Before Xiaoyu could respond, Wang Xia had already taken Hairong and left the registration office.

Watching Wang Xia’s hurried figure, Xiaoyu slightly curled her lips.

"Xingfeng?" Such a warm call. A child from a top-tier city like the Imperial City running to attend school in such a second-tier city, as if for that deceased martyr? Anyone, such reasoning, wouldn’t believe it, right?

Only when they left the school gate, Wang Xia slowed down, looked at her son beside her, crouched down, and softly said, "Rong, this is Dad’s workplace, in front of outsiders you shouldn’t call Mu Xingfeng ’Dad’ anymore, nor tell outsiders he’s your dad."

"Why?" Hairong’s eyes, like black grapes, were full of hurt.