Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Clearly, he’s come to the Guard Team, so close to his father, yet he’s not allowed to see him. Now, he can’t even speak to him. Is it all because of that woman?

Unable to bear seeing her son’s hurt expression, Wang Xia hurriedly turned her eyes away, stood up, and said, "Come on, mom will take you to have a look over there."

The entire morning, Xiao Xiao kept explaining dance steps and movement essentials to Lin Junyang, but Lin Junyang always remembered one step and forgot another. Finally, Xiao Xiao couldn’t take it anymore, and sat on the sofa, refusing to teach him any further no matter how much he pleaded.

It was An Ran who suddenly remembered the scene of her first dance with Mu Xingfeng, and suggested they go to the arcade’s dance machine, which gives step prompts—more accessible for beginners.

So, Lin Junyang took Xiao Xiao to Nan’an City, while Mu Xingfeng received a phone call from Chief Guard Wang about something to discuss. Feeling bored at home, An Ran tagged along back to the Guard Team.

On the way, realizing the fridge at home was already empty, An Ran got off the car at the market and instructed Mu Xingfeng to return to the Guard Team first.

She had walked this path a few times before and was quite familiar with it. Moreover, there are many electric tricycles at the market entrance, and if she bought a lot, she could take one back to the Guard Team for just a few bucks.

Mu Xingfeng returned to the Guard Team and went straight to the large hall of Area One.

Before he even stepped inside, he heard a sound as grandiose as a pig being slaughtered. Listening closely, the howl was not only long but also had a rhythm of pitch shifts, as if the pig was receiving knife stabs continuously. All in all, it grew more miserable and piercing with each cry.

At the door, Mu Xingfeng rubbed his ear, pushed the door open, and, unable to hold back, shut it immediately as the sound flooded out like a dam burst.

After taking a few deep breaths, he opened the door again, entered, and closed it, all performed smoothly.

Chief Guard Wang sat on the chair at the head position, gesturing to Mu Xingfeng upon his entry, pointing at a few howling people, "Xingfeng, take a look at this troupe’s program, ’Little Choir’.

Mu Xingfeng frowned, struggling to endure the discomfort in his eardrums, and looked at the singing group; it was Captain Li leading his three lieutenants, while Captain Tao watched with a seemingly enchanted expression.

"Not bad," Mu Xingfeng begrudgingly uttered an insincere compliment, but showed no intention to sit.

Captain Tao patted the spot beside him, "Come sit, Captain Mu. Our battalion’s program will follow, and we’ve also prepared a choir, but our chosen song is more imposing. We’ve picked ’We Are Soldiers’.

Mu Xingfeng nodded, his face remaining as cold as ever, though inwardly he cynically thought about how singing ’I Am a Soldier’ almost blew off the hall’s roof. With ’We Are Soldiers’ next, he could only hope that the Guard Team building is sturdy enough.

Sitting down, Mu Xingfeng signaled to his two lieutenants standing by.

Ding Liang and He Qing’s eyes lit up when their captain entered the room; they had assignments, but being rough soldiers usually engrossed in training, performing programs wasn’t their forte. All their hopes rested on their captain.

"Captain, what program should our battalion perform? Should we also do a choir? I’ve already thought of a song for us, we should sing ’One, Two, Three, Four Song’," Ding Liang jogged forward, his eyes sparkling, eagerly expecting Mu Xingfeng’s praise.