The performance of the little one in these past two days has given him too many surprises. He just thought that the little one had finally co to her senses and appreciated his kindness towards her, but he hadn’t expected that the little one really wanted to confess to him.
This afternoon, when An Ran told him that she had sothing to say to him tonight, he had a vague premonition. To prevent the little one from saying anything like divorce again, he spent the entire afternoon preparing ticulously for this.
Originally, he disdained this kind of thing. He was always an action-oriented person. If he liked sothing, he would go for it.
But strangely, when it ca to this girl, he couldn’t forcefully keep her by his side anymore. He couldn’t bear it; he wanted her wholeheartedly.
This afternoon, when he went to the restaurant and saw the couple’s al on the table and the bouquet of red roses that almost pierced his eyes, he started to reflect. His little one used to dislike his age; would she also dislike his lack of romance?
Now, seeing the expression on the little one’s face, he finally believed in that saying: no girl dislikes flowers, and none dislike romance.
An Ran took off her shoes, didn’t wear slippers, and stepped barefoot directly onto the rose petals. It was soft, with a slight slippery feeling, very comfortable.
She walked through the living room to the bedroom and saw that the originally dark-colored bed sheets in the master bedroom had been replaced with pure white ones, with a heart shape made of rose petals on top.
It was clear how much effort the person who arranged this had put in.
Looking at the red heart-shaped roses on the bed, sothing suddenly erged in An Ran’s mind.
Was this bed prepared by Instructor Mu for tonight? Did Instructor Mu already know she liked him and wanted to accept him?
If he knew about her past, would he still treat her like this?
Would he despise her, even resent her for deceiving his feelings?
For a mont, countless thoughts surged in her mind.
Mu Xingfeng watched the little girl spinning happily in the room with her bare feet, then standing still in front of the bedroom door, staring at the big bed, not knowing what she was thinking.
He also took off his shoes, walked towards her barefoot, and hugged her from behind, "What are you thinking about?"
Falling into a warm embrace, An Ran felt an urge to cry.
This embrace was so safe, so warm, making one so attached that they wouldn’t want to leave.
An Ran turned around, looked at Mu Xingfeng seriously, her gaze tracing every inch of his face, "Instructor Mu, I think I’ve fallen in love with you."
"Fallen in love with ? You haven’t gotten on yet, how could you have fallen in love?" Mu Xingfeng hugged the girl’s slender waist, a mischievous smile playing at his lips as he asked.
Though she had thought about a thousand possible outcos, An Ran hadn’t expected Mu Xingfeng to say sothing so... shaless.
No matter how bitter she felt inside, she couldn’t endure the boss’s major provocative move.
An Ran burst out laughing, the words at the edge of her lips lost in the laughter.
At this mont, the doorbell rang. Mu Xingfeng let go of An Ran and turned to open the door.
His back was as straight as ever, but his hands clenching and unclenching unnaturally.
"Sir, your order has arrived."
Two server-looking people at the door handed the serving cart to Mu Xingfeng, politely asking if further service was needed.
Mu Xingfeng waved his hand, indicating it wasn’t necessary, and pushed the serving cart into the room himself.
"Wife, co over here, let’s eat first."
Mu Xingfeng said as he arranged the food from the serving cart onto the dining table, lit the candlesticks, and opened a bottle of red wine.
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