Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Chapter 212: Chapter 225: Third Brother, Are You Driving a Bull Cart?

”You won’t be hurt...”

Seeing her tears, Mu Xingfeng couldn’t hold back any longer and pulled the girl into his arms.

Chen Yankun almost lowered the partition when he heard Mu Xingfeng’s unfinished sentence. Among their brothers, Boss and Second Brother were the most aloof; the rest of them all had girlfriends, but only the two eldest brothers upheld that cool, celibate demeanor. Especially Second Brother—he’d never seen him talk to any woman other than Lin Ruonan.

Knowing now that his aloof and celibate Second Brother was with a little girl, he really wanted to see what kind of scene that was.

But thinking of how Second Brother reprimanded people, he abandoned the idea of courting death. As a close bro more like family than friends, he still needed to assist a bit in Second Brother’s romantic welfare.

With that thought, Chen Yankun lifted and lowered his foot on the gas pedal.

An Ran trembled, softly murmuring, ”Instructor Mu~”

The murmuring at his ear made Mu Xingfeng suddenly snap awake.

”Instructor Mu...” Her soft and sweet voice carried grievance. Her tearful eyes looked at Mu Xingfeng with even more grievance.

”Don’t move,” his suppressed voice was indescribably deep. Pressing her down, he had no doubt that if this continued, he really might lose his mind.

”Pfft—”

Chen Yankun couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into laughter. This was the first time he’d ever known Second Brother to be so flustered; hearing just the sounds, he knew what he must be enduring.

”Old Third, are you driving a cow cart?” Mu Xingfeng’s voice squeezed through his teeth. Here he was suffering from the little girl’s torment, and the guy in front was driving slower than a cow cart, mocking him on top of it all.

Since when had Mu Xingfeng suffered like this?

Chen Yankun, realizing he was in trouble, pressed the accelerator to the floor. ”This crappy car has poor performance, poor performance.”

Mu Xingfeng’s mouth twitched at his words. This Mercedes S600 was probably the best car in the hotel, and this guy dared claim it had poor performance.

Of course, having been brotherly comrades for so many years, Mu Xingfeng understood Chen Yankun’s intentions; the brotherly help was torturous but welcomed.

Finally, they arrived at the hospital. After struggling through the night, the little girl finally fell asleep peacefully.

Looking at the sleeping face on the hospital bed, Mu Xingfeng’s expression also darkened.

Something had to be done about tonight; An Ran couldn’t stay in the An Family any longer.

Early the next morning, Sun Xuehui noticed An Youcai had gone to work. Seeing the time was about right, she dialed Liu Songyuan’s number.

”President Liu, were you satisfied with last night’s arrangements? When will we sign the contract?”

The drawn-out tone of Sun Xuehui’s voice was infuriating to Liu Songyuan.

”Sign the contract? Do you know what kind of person you gave me last night? Luckily I had good luck, or else I’d ruin your An Family as well.”

With that, he hung up the phone with a slam.

PS: Mini Theatre

Mu Xingfeng: Zhilian, come out.

Zhilian: Young Master Mu, what do you need?

Mu Xingfeng: (cold-faced) Is Black God that amusing?

Zhilian: (innocent face) I don’t understand what you mean, Young Master Mu.

Mu Xingfeng: (roaring) Are you even my real mom? Why do moms everywhere else send meat in such situations, but I end up having to send someone to the hospital and suffer?

Zhilian: (raising her voice) Uh, the wind is too strong, I can’t hear clearly. That’s it, I have something to do, talk later... (runs away)