But this time when I came to the team, this guy, I don’t know what got into him. I could understand changing the mattress to a thicker, softer one, but he also swapped our blanket for a double summer quilt. It does feel comfortable to sleep under, but folding it is really too much to ask.

Mu Xingfeng embraced her from behind, took hold of her small hands, and rested his chin on her neck, looking down at those small hands, "With such nimble hands, how could you not fold a quilt properly?"

"Mu Xingfeng, please change the quilt back. I really can’t fold this one."

An Ran turned around in his arms, looking at him pleadingly.

Every morning, Mu Xingfeng leaves early for training, and she has a habit of sleeping in. She can’t possibly wait for Mu Xingfeng to come back just because she can’t tidy up the bed, right?

Even though Mu Xingfeng never complains about it, she always feels as a wife, not being able to handle basic household chores is somewhat neglectful.

"If you can’t fold it, just don’t fold it. I’ll handle it when I get back," sure enough, Mu Xingfeng casually said, "Or you can just spread it flat on the bed like we do at home in Longteng Xinyuan, it’s convenient."

The blankets in the team are all single ones, and having his young wife by his side yet covering with another quilt, doesn’t seem right. So he had no choice but to prepare a double quilt himself.

"But..."

An Ran was just about to say that Mu Xingfeng’s team house has always been kept according to the team regulations, even in the family quarters, his internal arrangements have always been meticulous. Would spreading the quilt flat affect him?

But as soon as the words reached her lips, Mu Xingfeng interrupted her.

"I want you with me not to be constrained, do whatever you like, it doesn’t matter. Come on, let’s get up and have breakfast."

He stood up first, then naturally pulled An Ran up as well.

After breakfast, the two of them went to the performance venue, where the performing participants were preparing backstage in an orderly manner. Xiao Xiao had already been brought over by Lin Junyang.

"Uncle Mu!"

Hairong, who was watching her mother helping others with makeup, saw Mu Xingfeng and ran over, either consciously or unconsciously, standing directly between An Ran and Mu Xingfeng, blinking her innocent eyes at Mu Xingfeng.

"I heard from mom that Uncle Mu has a program today too, is it shooting guns?"

Mu Xingfeng lifted his hand, habitually ruffling his little head, "Today is a performance, there’ll be no gun shooting on stage."

"Then what is Uncle Mu performing?" Although there was a hint of disappointment when hearing there would be no gun shooting, Hairong looked forward to whatever Mu Xingfeng would perform on stage.

Mu Xingfeng glanced at An Ran beside him and, in a good mood, said, "Today I’ll be dancing."

"Dancing?" Hairong exclaimed, "Mom can dance too. Uncle Mu, how about you dance with mom?"

At this moment, Xiao Xiao walked over, watching the little boy enthusiastically talking to Mu Xingfeng, then looking at An Ran’s Mona Lisa-like smile...

What’s going on here?

Given her close friendship with An Ran, she knew that smile wasn’t because she fancied the kid.

And when had the aloof, noble-looking Mu Xingfeng ever shown such expressions to anyone other than An Ran? She had never heard that Mu Xingfeng liked kids. And asking him to dance with his mother, what’s going on?

"Ranran, what’s the situation here?"

Xiao Xiao leaned closer to An Ran, asking in a low voice.

An Ran crossed her arms, maintaining the same smile, and slightly lifted her chin. Xiao Xiao followed An Ran’s gaze and saw a well-dressed woman walking towards them with an elegant stride and an amiable smile.