Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself-Chapter 689 - 702: Why Haven’t We Seen Dad Yet?
An Ran took the bag, left the shopping mall, and saw a homeless man lying on the flowerbed by the mall entrance, dozing in the sun. She walked over and threw the bag onto him.
The homeless man was awakened by the bag hitting him. He looked around and saw no one, then looked at the delicately packaged bag beside him.
He opened it and found a sky-blue women’s long dress inside. The fabric of the dress was silky and smooth, feeling even smoother than a woman’s skin when touched...
When Xu Hailian walked out of the shopping mall, she immediately saw the homeless man by the flowerbed holding a sky-blue dress.
Her pupils suddenly contracted. Wasn’t that the dress she had just picked out?
At this moment, the homeless man was holding that luxurious dress in one hand, and the long skirt of the dress covered the homeless man’s...
Xu Hailian only felt a wave of nausea in her heart. She turned to Aunt Li and said, "Call Pingge and tell them I don’t want that dress anymore. Get me another high-end custom piece."
"Madam, you forgot. Each customer can only order one piece of Pingge’s new collection, and they are non-returnable and non-exchangeable." Aunt Li couldn’t help but remind her.
Upon hearing this, Xu Hailian gritted her teeth angrily. "An Ran, you little bitch, just you wait."
After everyone had left, a figure emerged from the corner.
Wang Xia clenched her fists tightly and glanced in the direction of the homeless man, a trace of insane jealousy flashed in her eyes.
A new high-end custom piece from Pingge, something she couldn’t afford even with a year’s worth of hard work. That girl threw it away so casually, all because she has ties with the Mu Family?
For so many years, Mu Xingfeng had always taken good care of their mother and son. Any request Rong made, as long as Mu Xingfeng could manage, he never refused.
But ever since that girl appeared, Mu Xingfeng had been rejecting them, even forbidding Hairong to continue calling him dad.
Why?
All this time, it was their mother and son who were closest to Mu Xingfeng, even closer than his childhood friend.
...
"Ring—"
The clear sound of a bell rang out, and Wang Xia waved to the small figure in the queue.
Hairong looked around Wang Xia, his small face serious.
Wang Xia took the child from the teacher’s hand and asked, ingratiatingly, "Rong, did you behave well at kindergarten today? Did the teacher teach you any crafts?"
Hairong dug into his pocket and pulled out a small handmade clay snowman, handing it to Wang Xia.
Wang Xia took the snowman, her smile growing bigger. "Did Rong make this himself? It’s really lifelike."
"Mom, I could make this sort of thing two years ago," Hairong said disdainfully. "Didn’t you say dad would pick me up from school? It’s been two weeks, and I’ve been at kindergarten for a week. Why haven’t I seen dad yet?"
Wang Xia continued to coax, "Dad’s been really busy lately. He’s either training or on missions. When dad has a day off, he’ll naturally come to see you."
"Can I go to the Guard Team to find dad on my day off? Didn’t you say it’s very close to dad’s Guard Team?" Hairong’s eyes lit up at the thought. "When we get to the Guard Team, can dad take me to shoot guns?"
Facing her son’s expectant gaze, a flicker of guilt flashed in Wang Xia’s eyes. "If Rong likes it, dad will definitely take you, but the Guard Team is very strict. We can’t go there to find dad. But don’t worry, when dad has time, he can take you there."
