Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself-Chapter 831 - 841: Good Taste
"Still Wanxin cares for her younger uncle. If Wenxuan dares to bully you, tell your uncle, and I’ll hit him," Shen Che said, picking up a chicken wing and gnawing on it.
"Che, put the food down first. Come, meet your niece."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Shen Che coughed repeatedly, looking at Old Mr. Shen in surprise, "Dad, where did this niece come from?"
He glanced around and discovered a woman he was familiar with sitting beside his sister-in-law, "Sis... sister-in-law, is this Yuzhu?"
"Time flies, Che has grown so much. I remember when I left the Shen Family, Che was still in elementary school," Xia Yuzhu said softly, reminiscing about the past.
Yuzhu has actually returned. I remember she left with my elder sister back then.
Niece? Shen Che’s pupils suddenly contracted. He looked around again and saw An Ran beside Mu Xingfeng.
The petite figure slowly merged with another figure deep in his memory.
That year, my elder sister left the Shen Family at a similar age. Dad said sister responded to the call to support labor in the mountain area, but after she left, she never returned.
Back then, I was still young and didn’t know what happened at home. I only knew that after my elder sister left, my mother never smiled again.
Then, three years later, one day, my father came home beaming and arranged for my brother and guards to pick up my elder sister, only to bring back the news that she had already passed away.
Mother was devastated by this news, fell ill, and eventually died of depression.
"Are you my eldest sister’s child?" Shen Che tilted his head, looking at An Ran and asked.
An Ran looked back at the man. He appeared to be about thirty years old, with neatly cropped short hair, an attractive style, sharing the handsome features of the Shen father and sons—sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, a raised nose bridge, sexy lips. If not for being told, one might even mistake him for Shen Wenxuan’s brother.
However, unlike Shen Zheng’s solemn dignity or Shen Wenxuan’s gentle serenity, he exuded a bit of a rogue charm.
An Ran had never heard that Shen Wenxuan had such a young uncle.
Upon hearing the man’s question, An Ran raised her brows, "How did you know it was me?"
At the table, except for herself, there was also Xiao Xiao beside her. How did this Shen Family uncle recognize her at a glance?
"This little girl of ours in the Shen Family, could I not recognize? You don’t know you look quite like my elder sister."
Even though I was young then, the impression of my elder sister remains deep in my heart—gentle, serene, always being tender to me.
Saying this, Shen Che glanced at Mu Xingfeng beside him, "You’ve got good taste, little girl. However, this guy, though quite capable and one of the few ’little uncle’ considers worthwhile, if he dares to bully you, tell your little uncle, he’ll teach him a lesson."
An Ran smiled, her dark eyes like black grapes squinting into crescent moons, tilting her head to look at Mu Xingfeng.
It seems that accepting this familial relation has unexpectedly increased Mu Xingfeng’s enemies.
Mu Xingfeng wrapped an arm around An Ran’s shoulder, similarly curling his lips with a mischievous smile to Shen Che, "I believe I won’t give little uncle that chance."
With Shen Che joining, the meal became even more lively.
During the conversation, An Ran learned that Shen Che indeed was Old Mr. Shen’s youngest son, but this son had been working abroad and rarely returned home. As for today, he had specially applied to stay at home for just one night.
