BXBX NOVEL Chapter 371: Anran — Turned Responsible!
Wang Xiao found Anran in an unusual setup, sitting on a plush.
Lounging on a plush, single circular couch while simultaneously holding both babies, one in each arm.
Her bra strap was carelessly pulled down, exposing more than intended.
Had that been all, he might not have been startled, but instead of simply feeding the children, Anran was manipulating her own nipple, her expression one of deep concentration and curiosity.
"..."
Noticing Wang Xiao\'s astonished gaze, Anran quickly set the twins down on the soft carpet and bounded toward him with a mischievous grin. "Xiao, check this!"
"!!"
"Hehe... Sweet, isn\'t it?"
Before he had time to react, she pressed his head between her breasts, shoving her nipple into his mouth to demonstrate her latest \'invention\' — breast milk.
"..."
Wang Xiao\'s face darkened, his voice trembling slightly as he called out her name.
"Anran!" He glanced down to see both babies crawling toward him.
"..."
This woman was truly \'responsible\'—if her unconventional methods could be called that.
So this was her idea of child care, huh?
He still remembered her assurances, how she had confidently told him she could be responsible and raise them herself after her unexpected pregnancy had been revealed.
But this behavior—ridiculous and utterly Anran!
He felt almost powerless to object, knowing well that any complaint he voiced would simply be countered with her audacious retort, "We can make more of them!"
What sort of justification was that?
Wang Xiao had never faced such issues with Amelia or Eveline.
They were responsible and knew exactly how to nurture their daughters independently.
But today, Wang Xiao realized that if he didn\'t intervene personally, Anran, with her \'responsible\' facade, was likely to cause irreparable ptsd to his daughters.
Thus began the journey of an exceptionally powerful individual, a borderline psychotic nanny, and a \'responsible\' mother to two unfortunate souls....
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Inside Xianthera, five years later since Wang Xiao and other shifted in...
Bang!
"Where are those two troublemakers!?"
In the tranquility of his bedroom, Wang Xiao was savoring a rare moment of peaceful slumber when the abrupt clamor jolted his eyelids open.
Annoyance flickered across his face as he glimpsed the source of the disturbance.
Anran stood framed in the doorway, wielding a flip-flop like a weapon, her stance menacing enough to make Wang Xiao\'s eyes twitch involuntarily.
"What did they do to you now?" His voice carried a resigned sigh, already bracing for the latest episode of chaos.
Anran, not missing a beat, stormed around the room with a mission.
She flipped back curtains, peered under the bed, and scanned the bathroom in a frenzied search before pausing to catch her breath and explain. "Today, I only left them alone downstairs for fifteen minutes, and now the kitchen is in flames."
"..."
Wang Xiao\'s frown deepened into a scowl. "You mean, like an actual fire?"
Anran nodded vigorously, her face set in grim determination. "Yes, an actual fire! I better not find them today! Else—" Her voice trailed off as she clenched her jaw, leaving the threat ominously in the air.
With her cheeks puffed in anger, she spun around and stormed out of the room, leaving Wang Xiao to process the inferno that awaited his attention.
"..."
Seeing her leave, Wang Xiao was struck by a peculiar feeling.
This woman really knew how to change faces!
He would never have believed, even if beaten with a stick four years ago, that Anran could turn responsible.
Yet, as Yue and Xi\'er grew older, Anran had indeed transformed.
She had even begun disciplining them to a degree that sometimes made Wang Xiao feel a twinge of pity for the two young souls.
"Maybe, if it wasn\'t for you, she wouldn\'t have to be this strict," Mary commented, materializing as if carried by the breeze from the open windows.
Her tone was plain, her presence almost ethereal.
She had completely adapted to her new role, though she still clung to her old ways, wearing her original uniform.
The maid clothes were a thing of the past, burnt after she first saw her reflection in them.
"It\'s just a kitchen," Wang Xiao shrugged off her observation, unwilling to admit that his lax parenting had perhaps encouraged the twins\' bold and daring antics, which in turn forced Anran to adopt a stricter demeanor, leading to headaches that lasted all day.
After all, she could discipline them, but not Wang Xiao.
Indeed, Wang Xiao\'s thinking was vastly different from Anran\'s.
To him, burning a few countries was no significant issue.
As long as they returned alive and unscathed, he hardly cared what chaos they wrought.
In fact, there were times when Wang Xiao felt that even being alive was optional.
Indeed, he thought it might be time to teach the girls how to face death.
Ahem, however, once Athene caught wind of his musings and gave him a look that could only be described as deeply concerned, he had to reconsider his approach.
Whoosh!
As he flung the blanket off, he discovered a pair of soft small bodies on either side of him, each girl tucked away carefully, hiding close to him.
The first twin, Wenxi cautiously raised her head, her voice a sweet yet anxious soft whisper, "Is... She gone?" Her large, innocent blue eyes shimmered with a hint of mischief as she peered around.
Strands of long silvery hair, soft and lustrous, tumbled over her forehead, partially veiling her delicate features.
Her cheeks were rosy against her fair skin, adding a touch of ethereal innocence.
Her small, slender neck and fragile shoulders were barely visible above her pale blue nightgown adorned with tiny rabbits, enhancing her youthful charm.
"It seems so." The response came from her sister Yue, who cautiously lifted herself up beside her.
Her eyes a clear, identical crystalline blue, shimmered with a mixture curiousity and wonder.
Light blonde hair, soft and flowing, framed her porcelain face and cascaded down her back, lending her an air of graceful charm.
She wore a plain white nightgown, its simplicity highlighting her innocent allure.
The garment hung delicately from her small, rounded shoulders, flowing over her slender form like a gentle cascade.
A silver bracelet, delicate and fine, encircled her tiny wrist, twinkling softly as it caught the morning light.
Her small, graceful hands rested lightly against lap, the very picture of serenity.
"Ah!—"
"No—"
Simultaneously, sharp, startled yelps escaped from Wenxi and Yue\'s small lips, their voices blending into a singular echo of surprise.