Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself-Chapter 708 - 721: Sobbing Uncontrollably
An Ran had a long dream. Her outstretched hand couldn’t see five fingers before her, surrounded by darkness.
What kind of place is this? She remembered being kidnapped and then Mu Xingfeng came to rescue her, both she and the criminal fell into the water.
And then? Where is this place? Could this be the underworld?
There seemed to be twinkles of light in the distance. An Ran moved towards the light, but found her legs felt heavy as if filled with lead. She exerted all her strength but suddenly felt it becoming more difficult to breathe.
It felt as if a thousand kilograms pressed down on her chest; she couldn’t inhale or exhale.
What to do? I don’t want to die yet. I haven’t yet followed Instructor Mu in his military life. I still want to give him children.
An Ran struggled to take breaths, furiously attempting to step towards the light.
Suddenly, a voice, distant yet near, came to her ear.
A deep, sexy voice with a husky edge, sounding unbearably attractive, but whose voice could it be besides her own man’s?
An Ran paused, crouched there, quietly listening. It seemed he was calling her name.
"Wife, are you angry with me? Angry, so you don’t want to wake up? I know, I’m not a qualified husband. Every time something happens to you, I’m not by your side.
Wife, please give me one more chance, please. Don’t leave me alone. If you are really angry, then wake up soon, punish me, hit me, just don’t do this."
It’s not like that. It’s not like that, Mu Xingfeng, don’t worry, wait for me a bit.
Hearing Mu Xingfeng’s painful calls, An Ran stood up again, struggling towards the light.
Just as she took a step, the suffocating feeling surged again. She breathed heavily, Mu Xingfeng’s self-reproaching and painful voice still ringing in her ears.
"Wife, I’m not as strong as you think. I can get hurt, I can face danger. You’ve saved me so many times. If you do this, what will I do the next time I’m in danger?
Wife, no matter what, this life I’ve tied myself to you. My life can only be saved by you, only you can save me. If you want me to be well, then wake up quickly."
Husband, don’t be sad. I’m sorry I worried you.
An Ran’s face was streamed with tears, gasping for breath.
Her eyelids felt heavy, her throat tightened. She wanted to lift her hand, but it still wouldn’t move. She wanted to shout, to speak, but her body felt like it wasn’t her own, with no reaction at all.
The darkness surged again, the light in the distance grew further and further away...
No, Mu Xingfeng, I don’t want to leave you...
Outside the door, Mu Zhenzong and his wife, Shen Wenxuan, and Mu Wanxin, who rushed from the Imperial City, stood at the hospital room door, their faces heavy as they looked inside through the window.
When they first arrived at the hospital, Liu Hu had already informed them of An Ran’s condition.
At this moment, they saw the always cold man sitting by the bed, holding the girl’s hand, head buried, shoulders trembling and sobbing uncontrollably...
He Yushu held the man’s hand tightly behind her. Her son, since childhood, had a stiff face, rarely smiled, and hadn’t shed tears since he was three. Yet now he cried like a child.
Mu Wanxin threw herself into Shen Wenxuan’s arms, choking with sobs. She couldn’t bear to watch. She really couldn’t imagine what her younger brother would become if An Ran continued to stay asleep like this.
Moreover, this time An Ran became like this to save him. How much self-reproach would her younger brother have?
