Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Chapter 812: Chapter 822: Does This Count as a Massage Parlor Service?

An Ran knew early on that bringing Xiao Xiao along for a wedding would guarantee a lot of fun. This prankster always managed to turn simple matters into something particularly festive, especially something like a wedding.

She had the servants bring five small bowls over, and Xiao Xiao started distributing them one spoonful at a time. While dividing the portions, she muttered, ”This one is for Young Master Gu, this one for Young Master Chen, this one for Young Master Sun, this one for Young Master Lin. Nope, Young Master Lin’s got a bit too much, better add some to Young Master Sun’s. This one is for Little Young Master Chen.”

Upon hearing there was something for Little Young Master Chen, Chen He protested, ”I didn’t participate in the raffle, why is there something for me?”

Xiao Xiao froze, ”Oh right, we forgot about Little Young Master Chen in the raffle. Ranran, quickly bring the raffle box over so Little Young Master Chen can draw a prize.”

Lin Junyang kicked Chen He in the leg, fearing not a rival as good as a god but a teammate as foolish as a pig.

Knowing he had misspoken, Chen He quickly picked up the bowl of dark cuisine, ”Xiao Xiao sis, I don’t need to draw, five flavors are just great,” and gulped it down in one go.

The guys picked up their bowls and gulped theirs down too, afraid Chen He might draw a prize and add more to the concoction.

After drinking the dark cuisine, the guys were grimacing and gasping for breath when the villa’s door finally opened.

They could finally enter; tears were nearly flowing down their faces. Just as Shen Wenxuan was about to step into the house, a ”whoosh” sounded, and half a bag of peanuts scattered across the floor.

Lin Ruonan and Lina jumped out.

Upon seeing Lin Ruonan, Gu Haoyu’s eyes noticeably dimmed.

It was his first time seeing Lin Ruonan dressed so girlishly; her tall figure paired with the strapless bridesmaid dress was less composed, yet more gently feminine.

”Congratulations Brother Wenxuan on passing the second challenge. For the third challenge, Brother Wenxuan just needs to walk barefoot over these real peanuts, symbolizing Brother Wenxuan and Sister Wanxin conceiving soon, in varied ways.”

The current Lin Ruonan was playfully adorable, spurting blessings in clichés smoothly.

No matter true or false, such symbolism keeps Shen Wenxuan from refusing. One word: go.

Bending down to remove his shoes, holding them in hand, he was the first to step forward.

The groomsmen saw the groom leading the way and didn’t hesitate, all removing their shoes and stepping ahead. Compared to the second challenge, the third’s difficulty was noticeably lesser.

But only when stepping on them did they realize those tiny peanuts packed a punch.

”Damn, this feels refreshing. Could this count as a sensational massage?” Sun Wangbei grimaced and spoke.

In contrast, Lin Junyang was much calmer. Such pain was trivial for a special forces soldier like him.

The path from the doorway to the stairs wasn’t long; less than two minutes, and they all passed through.

With the bridal suite right ahead, An Ran suddenly recalled something crucial.

”Oh no, Mu Xingfeng is still asleep.”

When she got up, she only thought of letting him rest a bit more, then somehow forgot about him. Now her brother-in-law is about to knock on the door, but her brother-in-law was still asleep, ramping up Brother Wenxuan’s waterworks.

Shen Wenxuan was worried Mu Xingfeng might be hiding somewhere preparing to challenge him. Upon hearing An Ran’s revelation, he brightened up and put on his shoes, ”thudding” swiftly up the stairs.

This momentum clearly transitioned from greeting to kidnapping the bride.

However, aspirations are passionate, reality is harsh.

Just two meters from Mu Wanxin’s room, another door opened from inside...