Lin Ruonan decided not to push Lin Junyang any further. She knew very well how her younger brother felt about Mu Xingfeng. This matter could only be investigated by herself.
An Ran finished tidying up and went downstairs, only to find that the Lin siblings had already left. She looked over at Mu Xingfeng, who was sitting on the sofa handling so docunts, and walked over.
"Instructor Mu, actually, I think Miss Lin is really great. She has a dignified and graceful appearance, a good figure, good temperant, and I’ve heard her martial arts skills are also excellent."
Mu Xingfeng put down the docunt in his hand, watched the young girl counting on her fingers one by one, and nodded: "She is very good."
"Then why don’t you like her?" An Ran couldn’t understand. How could he not like such a good woman, who was also his childhood friend?
"Just don’t like ans don’t like. Hurry up and eat, and rember to take your dicine after eating."
Mu Xingfeng’s face darkened, and his tone beca unfriendly as he saw the young girl trying to push him towards another woman again.
An Ran pursed her lips, turned around to go to the dining table, glared at Mu Xingfeng while biting into a bun, as if she wanted to swallow him along with the bun.
Half an hour after the al, Nanny Chen tily brought a bowl of warm, thick herbal dicine, which was... quite invigorating.
Fortunately, An Ran had already thought of a solution. She took the dicine bowl from Nanny Chen’s hands and smiled, saying, "Thank you, Nanny Chen. I’ll drink it in my room."
She then walked back to her room with the bowl of dicine.
Mu Xingfeng looked up at the young girl’s back, a flicker of unusual emotion in his eyes as he put down his docunt and walked upstairs.
An Ran returned to her room, closed the door, went directly to the bathroom, turned on the faucet above the sink, and poured all the dicine into the sink.
She watched the dark dicine liquid flow down the drain, leaving a smudge in the pristine sink, and curled her lips in disdain.
"What are you doing?"
A deep voice, carrying a cold aura, suddenly sounded from behind her. An Ran shivered in fright, and the dicine bowl in her hand slipped to the floor, shattering with a "crack."
Raising her head, she t Mu Xingfeng’s icy gaze.
This ti, Mu Xingfeng was truly furious. Last night, when he saw An Ran obediently taking the dicine bowl back to her room, he thought the young girl had beco more sensible. But unexpectedly, she had poured all the dicine away.
He knew she didn’t take care of her health, and he thought it was because she was young and didn’t know how to take care of herself. If that were the case, it was fine; if she couldn’t take care of herself, he would take care of her.
But he didn’t expect her to be so willful, refusing to take her dicine even when she was ill, preferring to pour it away.
"It’s... it’s nothing. The dicine... is too bitter, I’m just rinsing my mouth," An Ran said with difficulty. Honestly, although she had spent so much ti with Mu Xingfeng, and he had ticulously cared for her, even indulged her in anything she wanted to do, a part of her heart still held deep fear towards Mu Xingfeng. No help for it; Instructor Mu’s cold and forbidding deanor when he was stern was really frightening. That icy aura could practically freeze soone to death.
During military training back then, the whole class of girls admired and adored Mu Xingfeng, but none of them dared to disobey him. One command from him, one cold shout, and everyone behaved like docile grandchildren. Even a rich young lady like Guo Xinyi didn’t dare to act out under Mu Xingfeng’s supervision.
Now, having been caught doing sothing wrong, An Ran instinctively wanted to escape, but where could she run in Mu Xingfeng’s house?
"An Ran, do you think I will believe that excuse?" Mu Xingfeng looked at An Ran, his cold gaze seemingly penetrating her. After a mont, he said with a trace of exhaustion, "If you think my concern is a burden to you, then I can stop caring for you in the future."
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