Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Wang Xiaoyi wanted to laugh. She should thank the heavens for allowing her to see this man’s true colors so quickly, yet she felt a sting in her eyes.

She lifted her gaze to see a girl not far away, smiling brightly like a flower in bloom, animatedly speaking about something. The man looked fully engrossed, occasionally helping her with the dishes.

Tears fell silently. She took out two hundred yuan from her purse, placed it on the table, wiped her tears with a raised hand, and stood up to leave.

She wandered outside for God knows how long until the city lights lit up. Seeing a neon-lit bar by the roadside, she couldn’t help but think of the Hacker and walked in.

In the dance floor, young men and women of all kinds were crazily twisting their waists to the deafening music, venting their youth.

Colorful lights constantly changed and fell on them, obscuring their faces but allowing one to feel the boiling of their blood.

Qiao Shan sat in a corner booth, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and squinted his eyes through the swirling smoke, looking at the woman not far off on the stage edge.

Unlike the usual bar women, this woman was dressed in a smart little suit, had short, neat hair, and perhaps drunk, stared dazedly at the dance floor with her large eyes.

A moment later, Qiao Shan raised his hand slightly.

"Brother Shan," a subordinate leaned forward, having already noticed the Boss’s gaze, "Brother Shan, that chick is pretty nice, but she seems very lonely."

The subordinate smiled lewdly, yet seemed unaware.

In their line of work, always frequenting these places, what kind of women haven’t they seen? Moreover, to be noticed by Brother Shan is her blessing.

To exaggerate, with Brother Shan’s connections, how many minor celebrities are lining up behind, waiting for him?

Qiao Shan slightly lifted his chin, "Go bring her over, remember, don’t scare her."

"Got it, Brother Shan, just leave it to me."

...

In the blink of an eye, An Ran had been back in Nan’an for over a week.

Originally, Mu Xingfeng had wanted to cling to An Ran and celebrate a birthday with her. However, after Mu Xingfeng returned to the Special Training Team, they immediately received their first mission since its formation, accompanying a leader for an overseas visit.

Usually, there are specially appointed bodyguards for such tasks. However, this time they were visiting Y Country, which is war-torn year-round, but there was an unavoidable reason to go, so the Special Training Team was sent to participate in the escort.

At the stroke of midnight on October 13th, An Ran sent Mu Xingfeng a message: Hubby, happy birthday!

She assumed Mu Xingfeng would be extremely busy given the mission. After sending the message, she didn’t expect a reply and set her phone aside.

Unexpectedly, his response came almost instantly.

But the reply content left her both amused and exasperated.

An Ran looked at the message: You silly girl, is that all you got for your hubby’s birthday? She stifled a laugh, glanced at the bullet shell case beside her pillow in the phone’s glow, and quickly typed: What can I do? Your wife has clumsy hands and can only offer sweet words.

Actually, she had prepared a gift for him. She had carefully chosen a very exquisite tie clip. As the captain of the Special Training Team, Mu Xingfeng often wore formal attire, and a tie was essential, so she selected this gift hoping he would think of her each time he tied his tie.

However, no matter how exquisite the tie clip was, it seemed somewhat inferior compared to the gift meticulously prepared by Mu Xingfeng himself.

Now, being asked about it by him, she found herself embarrassed to speak up.