Chapter 329 - The Most Gentle Birthday Present
Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Appearing out of the night sky, a helicopter landed on the tarmac in front of the Mu familyâs residence.
Two people got out of the helicopter, and then they reached back in to help Mu Feichi, who had been wounded, get down from the chopper.
The butler was already waiting at the front door. When he saw them coming, he hurried forward and looked at the injured Mu Feichi with a worried expression.
âMaster, you...your injury...â
âIâm fine.â Mu Feichi held his injured left arm as he asked in a deep voice, âHave you prepared everything that I asked for?â
âItâs all ready!â The butler replied as he followed behind him. âBut if youâre injured so badly, how can you do this? Let the chef do it.â
âItâs my girlâs birthday. I have to do it all by myself.â
Li Zilan glanced at Mu Feichiâs back and sighed. âMen in love have no sense of reason. Can you just keep an eye on him from the sidelines? Let him mess around! If it isnât bad, how can he get her sympathy?â
Feng Rui rolled his eyes at Li Zilan. âCanât you refrain from being so sarcastic?â
âOur Young Master Mu was injured rescuing you. Then he had to catch a red eye in order to make dumplings for that girl. What are you so concerned about?â
âOkay, letâs get going.â Mu Feichi took his jacket off and headed for the kitchen.
âAs if he needs our concern. The only person who he cares if theyâre concerned is at the foot of the mountain.â
Li Zilan sighed and, with a worried look, she dragged Feng Rui out of the villa.
The chef trembled as he watched from the sidelines. âMaster, I have already kneaded the dough and the filling is ready. Youâre hurt, why donât you just let me do it?â
âIâve already told you to watch from the sidelines! Why do you keep blabbering so much nonsense?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
â...â The butler and the chef glanced at each other, and they realized that they had no choice but to stand on the sidelines and watch sheepishly.
Mu Feichiâs shoulder had gotten injured while heâd been dealing with official business. Although it was only a minor injury, his entire left arm was very painful.
He had made a special trip to return overnight just to celebrate the girlâs birthday.
âWhere are the silver coins? Have they been disinfected?â
âThey have been disinfected, and they are all here.â The butler took out several customized silver coins from the disinfection cabinet and placed them in a bowl.
The chef couldnât bear watching this and said nervously, âMaster, I will roll out the dumpling wrappers, and you can make them. Please letâs speed up the pace, or it will be midnight soon.â
Mu Feichi turned and glanced at the clock in the dining room. There was only one hour left. His left hand wasnât very flexible, and he wasnât going to make it if he didnât hurry up.
âOkay!â Mu Feichi responded and took a silver coin and wrapped it in the dumpling.
After the dumplings had been filled, the butler looked at his dirty suit. âMaster, you should go up and take a bath. We will cook them and put them in a thermal insulation box. You can go down the mountain directly when you come downstairs.â
Mu Feichi looked down at his dirty casual attire, then nodded and went out of the kitchen.
âWatch them, and donât let them stick to the pot.â
âOkay, Iâll be watching!â
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At 11:30 that night, Yun Xi looked at the clock on the table. After finishing calculating her last math problem, she packed up her textbooks and prepared to go to bed.
As soon as she turned around, she heard movement at the window. When she looked up, she saw a figure standing outside the window knocking on the glass.
Through the window, she looked at the man standing outside and burst out laughing.
Then she opened the window, and Mu Feichi climbed in and entered the house.
It was still snowing outside, so he shook the snowflakes off his body. Then he put a box down on the desk.
âWerenât you supposed to come back in a few days?â
Yun Xi looked at the man standing in front of her. She hadnât expected him to come back on her birthday.
âIâm back because Iâve finished my work.â With a gentle expression in his dark eyes, he raised his hand and rubbed her head.
At this moment, in this world, she was the only one in his eyes.
âHappy birthday, my little darling!â
His mellow voice, somewhat cold like the chilly winter wind, sounded low and throaty like a deep cello, as if all of this manâs gentleness had been put into it.