Whispers to the Soul: Surrendering to Love Snare

Chapter 930 - 949: An Jiayou Threatened

As she wondered in confusion, her gaze fell on the man’s face beside her, and her thoughts gradually became clear. So, he was unhappy about her having contact with the opposite sex. But is this really okay? Complex emotions flashed through her heart once again.

When An Nan was slightly silent, Lin Mubai suddenly laughed, patting her black hair, saying: "Alright, don’t dwell on it. Just pretend I didn’t say anything. I’ll go to the kitchen to see if there’s anything to eat. I’m hungry. Do you want to eat something?"

The mention of food made An Nan realize she was hungry too: "I want noodle soup with shredded meat."

"Okay, I’ll make it. Just wait here for a bit." Lin Mubai then headed to the kitchen.

After he left, An Nan’s gaze remained on his departing figure, while her heart found an answer. Considering how much this man dotes on her, she might as well keep her distance from the little one in front of him. But when it’s just the two of them, she won’t care as much. It’s the only compromise she’s willing to make; beyond that, she has no choice.

Afterward, An Nan pouted and stopped thinking about this complicated issue.

At the same time, a confrontation was happening in the kitchen between a big one and a small one.

An Jiayou glared at the other party in discontent: "I’ve already tucked myself away in the kitchen, what more do you want?" Though he disliked An Nan hugging and pinching him, he disliked even more this man wanting An Nan to stay away from him. What, is he some kind of germ? Can’t be touched?

The more An Jiayou thought about it, the more dissatisfied he became.

Lin Mubai didn’t back down at all, shouting back: "What’s wrong with me making noodles for your mom?"

An Jiayou continued to pout: "I can cook too. I’ll make them for my mom."

As his words fell, and he was about to boil water for the noodles, just after putting water in the pot to prepare to ignite it, a chilly voice sounded from behind: "Do you even know what kind of noodles your mom wants to eat? Already starting."

An Jiayou’s actions instantly froze, and his eyebrows knitted together. Though he didn’t want to admit it, he knew the man’s words were true. Begrudgingly, he left the stove and gave up his spot.

Then he resentfully shouted at the man: "Hurry up, hurry up, don’t let An Nan go hungry."

"Got it."

While cooking the noodles, Lin Mubai couldn’t resist lecturing: "Anyway, stay away from my wife when you have nothing to do, or else I’ll keep you away from my daughter in the future."

Lin Mubai nonchalantly threw out his final threat.

Behind him, An Jiayou’s expression suddenly changed, gritting his teeth. Damn, this man is really cunning, using this to threaten him. And it’s precisely his weak spot. So should he resist or silently endure this dilemma? Eventually, An Jiayou chose outward submission. After all, this man isn’t home often, so he might as well avoid him when he’s around. Once he can stand firm in the future, he’ll naturally repay him well.

An Jiayou gloomily thought behind his back, while the man in front of him took his silence as tacit agreement, feeling incredibly pleased.

Soon, Lin Mubai finished the delicious noodle soup with shredded meat: "I’ll take the noodles to your mom; you stay in the kitchen and reflect on your actions."

Damn, damned old man, too infuriating, grumbled An Jiayou inwardly, gnashing his teeth but having no way to deal with him.