But An Ran still maintained her Mona Lisa-like smile. This mother and son are really interesting. Earlier, they acted like she was air, all focused on Mu Xingfeng, and now they dig a pit and see her?

Not only did they dig the pit, but they want to watch her jump into it?

It seems Wang Xia predicted that in an occasion like today, she wouldn’t fall out with her. And now, if she doesn’t agree to a child’s request, then she’s petty. As a guard team member’s family, being stingy with a martyr’s orphan will not only make people say she’s unkind but would also affect Mu Xingfeng’s reputation.

Mu Xingfeng would be pointed at in the guard team and would be dissatisfied with her as his wife. What a good plan.

Knowing Hairong is precocious, An Ran has experienced his tricks before. At this moment, she neither agrees nor disagrees, just waits for the right person to speak.

Just then, Lin Junyang also came over, looking at Hairong and Wang Xia with a hint of surprise, "Rong, Sister-in-law, when did you come?"

After graduating, Lin Junyang was assigned to the Imperial City guard team, later asking his father to transfer him to Nan’an. By then, Haigang had already sacrificed himself, but his deeds were still talked about in the guard team. Lin Junyang respected Haigang from the heart, and while in the Imperial City, he also met this mother and son twice.

Usually, for guard team performances, active team members’ families are invited; rarely are the families of martyrs invited.

"Arrived a few days ago, staying at the guesthouse," Wang Xia gave a gentle smile, dignified and calm.

Xiao Xiao lifted her leg and stomped heavily on Lin Junyang’s foot.

"Ow—"

Lin Junyang cried out dramatically, hopping in place while holding his foot, "Xiao Xiao, are you a woman or not?"

Xiao Xiao flipped her hair, her eyes alluring and captivating, "As you can see."

Before Lin Junyang could say anything, the comrades beside him whistled, "Lin Tou, one word, go for it!"

"You little rascals, itching for trouble? Daring to make fun of me?" Lin Junyang angrily stepped forward and kicked his comrades twice.

Mu Xingfeng watched them laughing and joking, reached out to rub Hairong’s head, "Go to the front with your mom, the performance is about to start."

"Uncle Mu isn’t dancing with mom?" Hairong persisted.

"Uncle Mu is dancing with Aunt Ran. You are guests, and guests only need to watch the show." With that, he reached out to take An Ran’s hand and walked inside.

An Ran’s suppressed anger dissipated with Mu Xingfeng’s words "you are guests."

Indeed, she is the host, they are the guests, just like Mu Xingfeng said last time, being polite only because they are guests.

Wang Xia watched their backs, her nails digging deeply into her flesh unknowingly, and the hand holding Hairong also tightened unconsciously.

Fire subtly burned in Hairong’s eyes, his little hand was in pain from his mom’s grip, but the pain couldn’t compare to the ache in his heart.

Reaching the dressing room at the back, An Ran glanced sideways at Mu Xingfeng, seeing him also looking at her, pursed her lips, "I thought you would agree with them."

Mu Xingfeng lowered his gaze looking at her, let out a laugh from his chest, "No confidence in your husband?"

Without waiting for An Ran’s answer, he spoke again, "I won’t dance with anyone else."

The sensual and deep words, like the most intimate whispers in a lover’s ear.

An Ran shyly lowered her head, feeling a trace of sweetness in her heart. She knew he protects her, but feeling his protection over and over, her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.