Chapter 212 - Third Brother, Are You Driving a Bull Cart?
What happens in Chapter 212 of "Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself"? "You wonât be hurt..."Seeing her tears, Mu Xingfeng couldnât hold back any longer and pulled... Read on to find out!
"You wonât be hurt..."
Seeing her tears, Mu Xingfeng couldnât hold back any longer and pulled the girl into his arms.
Chen Yankun almost lowered the partition when he heard Mu Xingfengâs 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 Brotherâheâd 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 Brotherâs 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.
"Donât move," his suppressed voice was indescribably deep. Pressing her down, he had no doubt that if this continued, he really might lose his mind.
"Pfftâ"
Chen Yankun couldnât hold back anymore and burst into laughter. This was the first time heâd 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 Xingfengâs voice squeezed through his teeth. Here he was suffering from the little girlâs 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 Xingfengâs 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 Yankunâs 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 Xingfengâs expression also darkened.
Something had to be done about tonight; An Ran couldnât 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 Songyuanâs number.
"President Liu, were you satisfied with last nightâs arrangements? When will we sign the contract?"
The drawn-out tone of Sun Xuehuiâs 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 Iâd 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 donât 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 canât hear clearly. Thatâs it, I have something to do, talk later... (runs away)