"Who am I to you? Who is he to you?"
Mu Wanting paused for a moment, a smile flickering in her eyes, and she moved closer to Shen Xinglan.
“You are my husband, and he is my injury.”
For some reason, Shen Xinglan felt her anger subside a bit, and that sour feeling disappeared.
Shen Xinglan entered the house with her. His eyes were deep, and he leaned closer to her, lowering his voice.
"Our situation is awkward, and it might not be appropriate to bring them along."
Mu Wanting said, "I didn't plan to bring them with me, but given the current situation, we can't shake them off. They don't seem to have any ill intentions towards us right now."
Shen Xinglan walked towards her, stared at her intently for a while, and then spoke.
"You're not someone who easily trusts others."
Mu Wanting paused for a moment, then smiled.
"Trust me, he will be a great help."
A future young general—if you befriend such a talent, you'll surely reap many benefits.
Shen Xinglan said coolly, "Then what about me? Am I not your help?"
Men need to be coaxed.
Mu Wanting smiled gently, leaned closer to him, and whispered in his ear.
"My husband, my greatest help is, of course, you."
Shen Xinglan was comforted.
"What would you like to eat tonight? I'll ask the manager to make it."
Seeing that she had successfully appeased the person, Mu Wanting beamed with joy.
"I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, and sweet and sour pork tenderloin."
Shen Xinglan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll bring you another candied hawthorn."
He paused, placed a set of clothes in front of Mu Wanting, turned his head away, and his ears turned red.
"I think you'll look great in this outfit, so please change."
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