At this moment, the phone rang, and Mu Xingfeng picked up his phone to see that it was his father, Mu Zhenzong, calling.
He didn’t need to think much to know why his father was calling at this time. Upon answering, Mu Zhenzong went straight to the point, "Xingfeng, the situation with Ran has been investigated and it’s your Grandpa Lin who did it."
"Hmm?" Mu Xingfeng slightly frowned. He had suspected it was someone from the Lin Family but didn’t expect it to be Old Mr. Lin.
"Although Ran has been wronged in this matter, luckily she is fine physically, so let’s not dwell on it," Mu Zhenzong said, knowing his son’s temperament, but he also acknowledged their mishandling of the situation.
"Father, I can choose not to pursue it, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let it slide," He was aware of his father’s concerns and could understand them. If this matter was really pursued, it would greatly affect not just the Lin and Mu Families, but the entire military and political circles of the Imperial City. However, not pursuing it didn’t mean he would pretend it never happened.
"Xingfeng, what more do you want? After all, today is your Grandpa Lin’s birthday banquet. Grandpa Lin has always had hopes for you and Ruonan. Now, not only did you reject Ruonan, but you also brought Ran to the Lin Family’s banquet. Our actions were indeed inappropriate, and he only locked Ran up for a short time without intending to truly harm her."
"Father, I don’t think bringing my girlfriend to his birthday banquet is wrong. An Ran is my girlfriend and will be my wife in the future. I won’t neglect her for anyone else. As for Grandpa Lin, if he doesn’t want to see us in the future, he simply doesn’t have to invite us. Why go to such lengths? Anyway, Father, you don’t have to worry about this matter anymore; I know what I’m doing."
An Ran is my girlfriend and will be my wife in the future. Hearing his son’s resolute words, Mu Zhenzong was rendered speechless.
If a man can’t even protect his own woman, no matter how high his prestige is, what does it matter?
Forget it, since his son says he knows what he’s doing, he believes Mu Xingfeng won’t act recklessly.
"Alright then, how is Ran?" Mu Zhenzong changed the topic.
At the mention of An Ran, Mu Xingfeng’s icy eyes softened. He glanced at the bathroom and replied, "She’s fine now, her mood has stabilized, and she’s taking a bath." Updates are released by NoveIꜰire.net
"Alright, make sure Nanny Chen prepares some ginger tea for her to fend off the cold," Mu Zhenzong advised.
"Got it. It’s getting late. You and mom should rest early too."
Just as he hung up the phone, he heard the bathroom door making a "click" sound as An Ran came out, drying her hair.
Mu Xingfeng reached out and pulled the girl to sit next to him, took the towel from her hand, and continued drying her hair.
The entire action was smooth and natural, as if he had done it many times before.
An Ran was momentarily stunned but soon relaxed, narrowing her eyes and enjoying Mu Xingfeng’s service.
Sorry, please forgive my little selfishness; a man truly makes it impossible to ignore.
Sorry, please forgive my selfishness; I’m just savoring his tenderness for a moment. Let’s treat this as a dream. When I wake up, I will stand from his perspective, consider his feelings, and keep my distance.
Mu Xingfeng looked at her delicate expression, his heart softening uncontrollably, hesitated for a moment but still spoke.
"Father just called; the person who locked you up has been identified."
An Ran turned around upon hearing this. She had been unable to understand why anyone would lock her up during Old Mr. Lin’s birthday banquet.