Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Although An Ran didn’t know this man, being reprimanded for no reason because of the woman opposite her made her feel indignant. Just as she was about to speak, Mu Xingfeng pulled her behind him.

"Captain Jia, I’m afraid it’s not your place to criticize my wife."

"Captain Mu, as the leader of the battalion, do you just let your wife treat their mother and son this way?" Seeing Mu Xingfeng still speaking for his wife, Jia Chenggang’s eyes almost flared with anger.

"Every word my wife said is true. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with what she said. But Captain Jia, your words clearly criticize my wife. An Ran is very fine, her ideological construction is excellent, she is my pride. I’d like Captain Jia to take back your words, and refrain from slandering my wife any further. Otherwise, I, Mu Xingfeng, will be the first to not agree."

After finishing, Mu Xingfeng picked up the things from the ground, took An Ran’s small hand, and walked home.

His An Ran, as his wife, had never complained about his profession, even when the long-awaited engagement was missed because he was on duty. She never uttered a word of blame.

In the Guard Team, she was cautious and harmonious with the wives of others. He was proud to have such a wife.

After a few steps, Mu Xingfeng glanced sideways at the girl who had a faint expression, tightened his grip, "What’s wrong, dear? Captain Jia and Haigang are also comrades-in-arms. We were in the same platoon. Haigang’s sacrifice made him very sad, hence he’s more sympathetic to Wang Xia and her son."

Mu Xingfeng explained to her as they walked, which was why he merely warned rather than reprimanded him.

"And what about you? What are your feelings towards their mother and son?"

Is it sympathy too? If it’s sympathy, how could he treat Hairong like this? Let him call him dad and look at him so fondly.

Mu Xingfeng, what kind of person is he? That kind of look he only has for her, never seen for anyone else, not even the often visiting Ya.

"Ranran," Mu Xingfeng stopped in his tracks, calling her earnestly, "Don’t overthink. Your husband only has you in his heart. Towards their mother and son, it’s merely a dying comrade’s entrustment."

An Ran cares about his happiness, but he doesn’t want her overthinking things.

"Alright, dear, why are you acting like a child? If you’re tired, let’s go home and rest."

Mu Xingfeng held An Ran’s slender waist and continued walking home. He didn’t intend to have much interaction with Wang Xia’s mother and son. Having promised his wife, regardless of the comrade’s entrustment, he would still keep an appropriate distance.

At the entrance of the building unit, Mu Xingfeng glanced at the gloomy girl beside him, squatted down, "Come, dear, you’re tired, let your husband carry you upstairs."

In the Guard Team, he naturally couldn’t carry An Ran. Whether the superior saw or the soldiers under him, it would be inappropriate. But now, at the building entrance, he didn’t care.

An Ran pushed him away, muttered, "No," and went up the stairs first.

"Dear, still angry?" Mu Xingfeng followed behind her and asked.

Angry? Of course, she was angry. She always thought Mu Xingfeng was at the Guard Team, training hard every day. She pitied him but realized this guy still managed to attract admirers there, and his ability to do so seemed to be growing.

He captivated the young girls in the Guard Team, even attracting people from outside to come in.