Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Chapter 904: Chapter 914: Deleted Chapter

An Ran seemed to understand Mu Xingfeng’s words, but she knew that her man, like the broad shoulders he left her at this moment, was her eternal reliance.

Near noon, the two finally arrived at the temple. Mu Xingfeng put An Ran down, drank two sips of water first, straightened his clothes, and quietly lined up behind the pious believers, following the long line into the temple.

An Ran noticed that this queue was not tourists visiting the temple, but genuine worshippers.

An Ran had always thought that Mu Xingfeng brought her here just for sightseeing and tourism; she didn’t expect him to really worship.

”Mu Xingfeng, when did you start believing in these things?” An Ran lightly tugged at his clothes and asked softly.

Mu Xingfeng reached out and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, looking at her tenderly, ”I didn’t believe before, but now, having someone to care about, I want to give her one more layer of security.”

Because of his identity, he couldn’t accompany her every moment, but he desperately hoped for her safety.

It was at this moment that Mu Xingfeng finally understood the feelings of those believers.

By the time they reached the summit, it was already close to evening. The porter handed over the items in full to Mu Xingfeng.

An Ran watched the man organize the luggage, taking out a tent, and couldn’t help asking, ”Did you already know I couldn’t climb up, so you hired a porter?”

Otherwise, as he said, with his usual training, carrying dozens of kilograms wouldn’t matter, so why care about these two backpacks?

Mu Xingfeng looked up at her, ”Not too stupid after all.”

”Tch, Mu Xingfeng, you really underestimated me. I could have climbed up on my own; it was just a bit tiring later, but if I persisted a little, I still could have done it.” An Ran clenched her fist, a bit annoyed. This man always underestimated her.

”No need to persist,” Mu Xingfeng began pitching the tent, not lifting his head as he said, ”Wife, with your husband, you don’t need to persist, to be strong, or to be tough.”

”Mu Xingfeng~” An Ran called softly. The man looked up to see the girl pounce at him from not far away, instinctively reaching out to catch her. ”How could you be so good?”

”What’s the reward for being this good?”

Mu Xingfeng looked at his touched little wife, his lips curled up as his cool and handsome face took on a roguish, charming aura with a mischievous smile in his eyes.

An Ran also raised her lips, ”Foxy man.”

By the time the tent was up, the sky had darkened. An Ran sat on a large, flat stone at the side, watching the lanterns in the village at the foot of the mountain light up one by one, resembling fireflies in the night.

She took out the whistle her little uncle had given her from her backpack. Although Mu Xingfeng often found it unpleasant, An Ran genuinely liked it.

Hearing the whistle, Mu Xingfeng put down what he was doing, walked out of the tent, and sat down beside An Ran. Once the whistle stopped, he said, ”Wife, if you like it, I’ll give you another one for your birthday.”

An Ran leaned against him, found a comfortable position, looked at the whistle in her hand, and shook her head, ”No need, you promised to give me something new. This one whistle is enough.”

Mu Xingfeng reached out to embrace her, agreeing softly.

When she heard him agree, An Ran knew that Mu Xingfeng already had an idea. She turned her head to look at him, asking, ”Then what will you give me?”

Her sparkling eyes were like shattered stars in the sky, filled with anticipation.

This was her first real birthday, and she was spending it with Mu Xingfeng. She was truly looking forward to it.

But Mu Xingfeng reached out to straighten her little head, and with lips slightly parted, uttered two mischievous words, ”It’s a secret.”

”Tch,” An Ran huffed, leaning back into Mu Xingfeng’s embrace, watching the sky light up with twinkling stars against the dark backdrop.

”Mu Xingfeng, do you know when my birthday is?” An Ran suddenly spoke, her words carrying a heavy sense of loss.

”I know,” the man replied.

”Aunt Xia said that my mom had a premature and difficult birth; she was in pain for three days and nights, and finally gave birth to me on the night of July 14th,” An Ran murmured.

”Hmm,” the man responded softly. The little girl’s past was a wound lying on her heart that he couldn’t bear to touch, yet it was something he couldn’t change.

”Do you know what day it is on the lunar calendar on July 14th?” An Ran asked, her tone flat and devoid of emotion.

”Wife, we can celebrate according to the Gregorian calendar. I’ve checked for you; your Gregorian calendar birthday is August 16th. Isn’t that great? 816 is auspicious and smooth,” Mu Xingfeng coaxed her with a smile.