Accompanied by Mu Xingfeng, An Ran visited a few more shops and soon found a light turtleneck sweater she liked.
She originally wanted the black one, but Mu Xingfeng casually handed her a bright red one from the side, "Try this one."
An Ran frowned slightly at the bright red color, "Isn’t this color too flashy?" She hardly ever wore such bright colors.
"Festive," Mu Xingfeng only said two words.
The sales clerk beside them also enthusiastically comnted, "Miss, your complexion is fair, red will definitely look great on you."
Reluctantly, An Ran took the sweater to the fitting room.
Before long, An Ran changed into the sweater and ca out.
At the mont she stepped out, a look of amazent flashed across Mu Xingfeng’s eyes.
The sweater An Ran chose was a long style, very simple in design, without much embellishnt, just a loosely designed turtleneck.
An Ran’s slim and tall figure, coupled with the mid-length sweater, accentuated her graceful curves.
Mu Xingfeng thought he had a good eye for people and that his future wife would also have good taste. He didn’t expect the slender girl to have such an alluring figure.
"Oh my, miss, your husband really has an excellent eye. This sweater fits you perfectly," the sales clerk praised An Ran.
It wasn’t because the manager had instructed them earlier; it was because the sweater truly looked beautiful on An Ran.
"Is it okay?" An Ran looked at Mu Xingfeng with hopeful eyes, still wanting his approval deep down.
Mu Xingfeng gazed at the little girl’s face, which was even redder than an apple against the red sweater and softly said, "It looks great."
Although it was a simple statent, An Ran’s heart was filled with joy, and her big watery eyes narrowed into a slit as she proudly said, "Of course, I was born to be a clothes hanger."
Watching her face change from tense to smug, Mu Xingfeng’s mood instantly brightened.
This was the An Ran he wanted—no longer afraid of him, no longer scared because of owing the An Family, with eyes free of sadness, only full of ardent, lively enthusiasm.
When they walked past a hat-and-scarf counter, Mu Xingfeng personally picked out a set for her.
The hat was a pink knit cap, with a soft pink color, and white fluffy balls on the top and sides. The scarf was also pink, with fluffy balls at both ends.
Mu Xingfeng personally put the hat on An Ran, wrapped the scarf around her, and had her put on a white down jacket.
Looking at herself in this outfit, An Ran twitched her mouth slightly, but Mu Xingfeng was extrely satisfied, his eyes filled with affection. His little girl should look this cute and pink.
"Let’s go, I’ll take you to et a few people." Mu Xingfeng pinched the fluffy ball on the side of An Ran’s hat and, holding her small hand, led her out.
Watching the large hand holding hers, An Ran obediently followed behind Mu Xingfeng, her eyes sparkling with an inexplicable light. Was this act getting a bit too real?
Then she thought, here in the Imperial City, they could run into Mu Xingfeng’s acquaintances at any ti. That girl who had co up to him just now looked at him in a way that gave her goosebumps. Instructor Mu was using her to fend off potential suitors from all sides.
With that thought, she felt relieved. She owed Instructor Mu so much and he didn’t mind at all. He even bought her such expensive new clothes. She had to help Instructor Mu achieve his goal and not let him down.
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