"Hubby wants to serve you," Mu Xingfeng said without waiting for a response, placing a spoonful of congee into the girl’s mouth.

An Ran swallowed the congee, insistently taking the spoon and bowl, "I want to eat with you."

Mu Xingfeng had just returned from training and came to the hospital with her. She knew he didn’t eat or sleep well during training, and she felt for him.

Mu Xingfeng didn’t insist anymore, taking out chopsticks and rice, just watching the girl as he shoveled a couple of mouthfuls of plain rice into his mouth.

"Hubby, you should eat some meat, you’ve lost weight these days," An Ran picked up a piece of rib and placed it into Mu Xingfeng’s lunch box, then picked up another piece for her bowl. But just as she opened her mouth, the meat was snatched away by the man.

"Didn’t you say I’ve lost weight? I think I need to eat more meat."

An Ran watched the man eating with great relish, yet still elegantly, and pouted, "Hubby, you’re mistreating a patient."

"But the doctor said, this patient should avoid greasy food for now, follow the doctor’s advice," Mu Xingfeng chuckled, watching the girl puff her cheeks.

An Ran had no choice but to sip on plain millet porridge, her eyes, however, couldn’t leave the plate of braised ribs.

She originally bought a bunch of groceries, planning to go home and showcase her cooking skills with a grand feast, but unexpectedly ended up here drinking millet porridge.

She suddenly felt a subtle pain akin to "egg pain," even though she had no eggs.

Mu Xingfeng was devouring the food like a storm, he hadn’t had a proper meal in days. When he spat out the last piece of bone, he saw his little wife looking at him with those big, grape-like eyes, glistening with tears as if he had done something terribly wrong.

With a resigned sigh, he picked up a piece of diced chicken and placed it in her bowl.

An Ran directly leaned over and swallowed the chicken with his chopsticks, chewing with great enjoyment, not forgetting to accuse him, "Hubby, treating me like this will make your conscience hurt."

Mu Xingfeng leisurely picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth, demonstrating through his actions that his conscience was healthy and lively, with not a trace of pain.

After being observed in the hospital for one night, An Ran didn’t have a fever, and the following morning, after a routine check-up, the doctor informed her she could be discharged.

Liu Hu went to handle the discharge procedures, and after An Ran changed clothes, she saw Mu Xingfeng already fresh and waiting for her outside the door.

"Hubby, your outfit today..."

Yesterday, Mu Xingfeng had changed into casual clothes, and now obviously he had just changed again.

Sleek trousers, a dark patterned shirt with sleeves rolled up high, revealing a section of honey-colored arm, with smoothly contoured muscles exuding robust strength. Two casually unbuttoned shirt buttons revealed a delicate collarbone and a sexy Adam’s apple.

"What? Is there a problem?"

Mu Xingfeng looked at the little one whose eyes sparkled with stars, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

They had been together for such a long time, and every time he dressed up carefully, his little one would always give him this look.

To be honest, he quite enjoyed that look, making him feel that in his little one’s eyes, he was so exceptional, exceptional enough to fill her entire pair of eyes.

An Ran shook her head repeatedly, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, "No problem, just so handsome, handsome enough that I want to eat you up."

Mu Xingfeng spread his arms wide, an action that was unmistakable.

An Ran let out a howl and pounced over, not having seen the man for a week, she hadn’t had the chance to properly hug him.