Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Chapter 1072: Chapter 1084: Who Is Miss Huang Delivering Clothes To?

An Ran knew Jia Chenggang had issues with her. Although she wasn’t sure where this opinion stemmed from, there was no need to please someone who was rude to her. His comment about her lack of ideological construction still lingered in her memory.

”Yes, I like to see Xingfeng wearing this outfit. Why? Does Captain Jia want to control this too?” An Ran tilted her head and looked at him, feigning innocence.

Jia Chenggang’s face turned beet red, what could he say? How could he, a captain, control another captain? Besides, today was just a performance, not an official occasion. Mu Xingfeng’s clothes were wet, and he was only wearing this temporarily. Jia Chenggang had no reason to object.

But her comment about liking Mu Xingfeng wearing that kind of outfit still displeased him greatly.

”Here, it’s not about what you like; you ought to learn more from other wives as a family member and not bring those young girl antics here.”

”Then there’s no need for Captain Jia to worry; my Instructor Mu appreciates my antics.”

After speaking, An Ran didn’t bother looking at Jia Chenggang’s sullen face and proudly walked upstairs.

Watching her arrogant demeanor, Jia Chenggang clenched his fists tightly and stomped downstairs.

At a corner, An Ran glanced back. She saw Jia Chenggang didn’t return to his seat but went to their table, saying something to Sister-in-law Sun, with Wang Xia agreeing from the side.

Jia Chenggang is from the main squad, under Li Dajun. What kind of connection do they have with Wang Xia?

An Ran, holding the clothes, went upstairs, pondering her thoughts. She reached the door of room 203 but hesitated to open it. She wanted to see what was unfolding.

Today’s events were filled with intrigue, and An Ran felt she owed it to herself and those who meticulously planned everything to see the outcome.

The dining hall was sizable, with two stairways leading to the second floor. An Ran didn’t return the same way but went through a long hallway to another stairway.

Just as she reached the stairway, she unexpectedly encountered someone.

Huang Xiaoyu was coming up from the stairway bend and was startled to see An Ran, her face blushing and turning pale. She didn’t know where to place the clothes she was holding.

An Ran noticed the outfit in her hands, appearing to be a fresh pair of trousers.

”Did someone else wet their clothes? Miss Huang, who are these for?” An Ran asked from her vantage point, a slight curl on her lips.

Huang Xiaoyu stiffened, realizing she’d been seen through. She lifted her head to see An Ran’s lofty demeanor, which fueled her resentment. How did this girl who knew nothing dare speak to her in such a manner? How could she compare?

”Who I give the clothes to has nothing to do with Miss An, right?” Huang Xiaoyu retorted, feeling newfound confidence, and continued upstairs with the clothes.

She noticed An Ran still clutched the outfit. Perhaps Mu Xingfeng disliked that informal clothing, worried it might diminish his standing before his subordinates. If so, wouldn’t hers be perfect?

Offering to solve Mu Xingfeng’s urgent need while showing him the gap between the two women—how could he marry someone clueless who demanded his care over someone as meticulous as her?

”Are you taking these to room 207?”

As Huang Xiaoyu brushed past An Ran, An Ran suddenly spoke.

Huang Xiaoyu paused, hearing An Ran continue, ”Did someone ask you to deliver these clothes to room 207?”