Wang Xia just told him not to mind, that she would teach Rong well after returning home. She never thought that even now, she’s indulging Rong in calling him that way and even wants to go to Nan’an, having him play this father role for Rong at school.
This is not only being irresponsible to Rong but also doing a disservice to Haigang.
"I wanted to, but every time I brought it up, Rong’s reaction was too intense. I just couldn’t bear to break his heart after suffering the loss of my husband. Xingfeng, didn’t you promise Haigang to take care of us?"
Wang Xia said, tearing up.
"Wang Xia, this has nothing to do with the promise to Haigang. Rong is Haigang’s son. He deserves to know that his father is a hero who sacrificed himself for the country, not me. If you don’t tell him, I will."
"No, Xingfeng, you can’t be so cruel," Wang Xia said, rushing forward and hugging Mu Xingfeng from behind.
The door was pushed open. Rong stood at the door, tears streaming down his face as he looked at Mu Xingfeng, "Dad, are you giving up on Rong? Rong will be good, Dad, please don’t abandon me."
An Ran, standing behind Rong, also paused when she saw the two embracing.
Wang Xia hadn’t even felt the warmth of Mu Xingfeng before being interrupted. A flash of displeasure crossed her mind. When she saw Rong’s arm, she cried out in surprise.
"Rong, what happened to your arm?"
Only then did Mu Xingfeng notice Rong’s small arm, red and swollen, apparently scalded. He stepped forward and picked Rong up, carrying him to the bathroom to run cold water over the burn to cool it down.
Wang Xia followed closely behind them, her eyes red from holding back tears, looking utterly pitiful.
An Ran held a medical kit in her arms, watching the hurried man and the anxious woman, feeling very much like the odd one out.
After running cold water for a while, Mu Xingfeng brought Rong out, placing him on his lap and gestured for An Ran to bring the medical kit.
An Ran could tell Mu Xingfeng’s expression wasn’t pleasant.
Did he blame her for not looking after Rong properly?
An Ran placed the medical kit beside Mu Xingfeng and took out the burn ointment, handing it over. Just as she was about to speak, Rong spoke up first.
"Dad, don’t blame Sister Ran, if you want to blame someone, blame me. It was my own carelessness that caused the burn."
Hearing Rong’s words, An Ran’s eyes widened in disbelief.
"You don’t need to say anything, I understand." Mu Xingfeng interrupted An Ran, keeping his head down while applying the ointment to Rong.
Wang Xia, with tears in her eyes, said sadly, "Miss An, I know Rong is naughty, but no matter how mischievous he is, he’s still a child. How could you let him go to the kitchen alone and touch hot water?"
"How did Miss Wang know Rong went to the kitchen alone?" An Ran said calmly, a hint of coldness in her eyes.
Wang Xia’s crying halted for a moment and then she became even more aggrieved, "Is there any need to ask? If Miss An was with Rong in the kitchen, how could he have gotten burned?"
"Maybe I did it on purpose," An Ran couldn’t care less about her image at this moment.
This woman is not only cunning but also teaches such a young child to falsely accuse others, and looking at Instructor Mu, it seems he believes her too. Since they all think she’s the bad guy, she might as well play the part to the end. This text is hosted at NovelHub(.)net
Wang Xia didn’t expect An Ran to actually admit it, looking at Mu Xingfeng in grievance.