Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Wang Xia’s face was full of gentleness as she looked at Rong with doting eyes, "Xiao Rong knows his father is a towering hero, so he wants to come to the Guard Team where his father was and learn, so that he can become a man like his father in the future."

It was then that Mu Xingfeng remembered that Wang Xia had indeed mentioned to him before that Hairong wanted to attend the elementary school for the children of the Nan’an Guard Team. At that time, she said Hairong always wanted to get close to his father. He thought she was referring to himself, but it turned out he misunderstood.

Hairong probably already knows about his father’s situation by now; otherwise, he wouldn’t call him Uncle Mu.

It seems that Wang Xia did take his words to heart that day.

Thinking of this, Mu Xingfeng reached out to rub Hairong’s little head, "Good boy, Xiao Rong. Study hard and become a towering man like your father in the future."

Haigang was Mu Xingfeng’s brother, and before Haigang’s sacrifice, he entrusted this mother and son to him. If it weren’t for Wang Xia’s overstepping move that day and if this mother and son recognized their relationship with him, he would still be willing to help them.

An Ran saw Mu Xingfeng talking to a mother and her son from a distance, and upon seeing Mu Xingfeng’s actions, she felt a surge of jealousy.

This mother and son actually came to the Guard Team to snatch her man away. Who knows what they said to him, making this man spin around in circles for them. The way he gently touched Hairong’s little head, that affection in his eyes should only belong to her.

Her pace quickened a bit, and she eventually ran over to the man.

"Mu Xingfeng, why didn’t you come to pick me up? You made me walk this far."

Mu Xingfeng looked up to see the girl running over with sweat all over her head, carrying bags in her hands.

Seeing her sweating profusely, Mu Xingfeng took the things from her hands and put them on the ground before taking out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat as he said with a low chuckle, "Wife, didn’t I tell you to wait at the guardroom for a bit? I just went home to turn on the air conditioning, so I was delayed for a while."

An Ran pouted, thinking that it wasn’t because he went home to turn on the air conditioning that he was delayed. It was clearly because he met these two people. If she hadn’t walked over, who knows how long she would have had to wait.

"I didn’t want to wait in the message room; I thought there’d be air conditioning at home to cool me off. I ended up regretting it halfway because I bought too many things today."

In truth, she regretted it because she saw him standing with this mother and son. Had she known, she wouldn’t have let him go turn on the air conditioning. Perhaps they wouldn’t have encountered each other.

Mu Xingfeng looked at the bags on the ground and, with a helpless yet fond smile, said, "If you were tired, couldn’t you find some shade and call your husband? Your little head is getting more and more muddled."

Wang Xia watched their interaction and found it particularly glaring.

She and her son were standing right there, but ever since this woman appeared, Mu Xingfeng completely treated them as air, his eyes solely on that unreasonable woman.

So much fuss over carrying such a small amount of things, doesn’t she know that men can’t stand women whining without reason?

She wanted to see how long Mu Xingfeng could tolerate such a woman.

Hairong, who felt the same, was standing by.

At this moment, Hairong tightly clenched his little fists, his small face full of disdain, and spoke with a cold, clear voice.

"Aunt Ran is really delicate. She can’t even carry such a bag of things. When Mom is at home, she can carry a whole bag of rice up to the house."