Chapter 20: She Cried, and He Panicked!
“Sir, I’m sorry… I know you’re worried about the baby. Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to them. It’s just that those people earlier—they didn’t just wreck my stall, they also harassed me. I just… couldn’t hold it in anymore, so I…”
At that point, Song Chi trailed off, her tearful eyes fixed on Mu Yin, full of grievance.
It was the first time Mu Yin had seen her like this, vulnerable and crying. His heart skipped a beat.
In his impression, she had always been a strong, independent woman. This was the first time he saw her cry.
Flustered, he reached out to comfort her. “Chi Chi, hey, it’s okay… Don’t cry…”
He didn’t even realize how much it hurt to see her in tears.
He softened his voice. “Chi Chi, I’m sorry. I was too harsh just now. I am worried about the baby… but I’m even more worried about you.”
He pulled her into a gentle embrace, serious and sincere.
“I hope something like this never happens again. But if it does, you must stay far away, okay? You’re delicate and pregnant. No matter the situation, don’t ever try to fight with men. Promise me?”
Song Chi’s heart fluttered as she looked into his eyes and nodded dumbly.
“…Okay. I understand.”
She murmured to herself: ‘Sir… really worries about me too?’
Then she looked down at herself. Li-jie said I had no curves, no looks…?
‘Nonsense’, Song Chi thought. Her face was still decent. As for her figure…
Looking at her flat chest, she sighed deeply.
Mu Yin ruffled her soft hair.
“Chi Chi, why the sigh?”
She glanced around at the mess and replied gloomily,
“I don’t think we can go on tonight. Let’s pack up and go home.”
So that’s what it was… she was heartbroken over her work.
“Chi Chi, don’t be sad. We can make new ones. I’ll be home tomorrow, so I’ll help you make jewelry.”
Since their marriage, tomorrow would be the first full day they’d spend together.
Song Chi felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
“…Okay.”
Mu Yin told her to rest while he cleaned up.
Tang Xin came over and said, “Chi Chi, thank goodness it was just a scare. And your husband—he’s so amazing. I’m really jealous you found someone who protects you like that!”
Song Chi: “…”
She looked at Mu Yin’s back, her gaze subtly changing.
After spending these past few days together, she realized—Sir was really wonderful… she was lucky.
She couldn’t help thinking… Wouldn’t it be nice if they never got divorced…?
After a moment, she asked softly, “Tang Xin… what do you think of my figure?”
“…Your figure?”
Tang Xin gave her a once-over and said bluntly, “Too skinny. No curves anywhere.”
Song Chi: “…”
She’d been undernourished for so long, there was no fat to gain even if she wanted.
“…Do men all prefer curvy women?” she asked.
“Not exactly. Men like women who have curves where it counts and are slim where it counts.”
Song Chi was confused. “What does that mean?”
Tang Xin gave her a meaningful look, eyes flicking to her chest and butt, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
Song Chi: “…”
Realization struck. Her face turned crimson.
Looking again at her flat chest, she sighed for the second time. With a figure this dry, Sir must have zero interest in her…
Meanwhile, Mu Yin had finished packing.
“Chi Chi, let’s go.”
“Mm.”
After saying goodbye to Tang Xin, Song Chi got into the motor trike with him.
Mu Yin drove carefully through the bustling night market traffic.
As they passed other stalls, Song Chi noticed several vendors talking into phones mounted on stands while selling.
Curious, she asked, “Uncle, what are they doing?”
Mu Yin glanced over.
“They’re live streaming their sales.”
“Live streaming?”
“Yeah. A lot of brick-and-mortar shops and online stores boost their sales through livestreams. Some of their viewership even outpaces in-person foot traffic.”
“Seriously?”
“Sounds like you’ve never looked into it.”
Song Chi blushed slightly.
“I’ll search it up now…”
Back when she lived with her uncle and aunt, she was always on edge and never had the time or peace of mind to explore stuff like livestreaming.
She pulled out her phone and began researching. The more she read, the more intrigued she became.
She even looked up Li-jie’s account, she had over a million followers.
Song Chi exclaimed, “Sir, that crazy Li-jie from earlier—she actually has over a million fans?!”
Mu Yin sneered.
“Hah, the internet’s full of monsters and clowns. Nothing surprising.”
Song Chi suddenly had an idea.
“Sir, if I started a livestream… could I also gain followers and make some extra money?”
Mu Yin paused slightly, then gave her a meaningful look.
“You want to be an influencer?”
Song Chi shook her head without hesitation.
“No! I just want to sell the jewelry I designed myself!”
Mu Yin looked at her with surprise in his eyes.
Song Chi explained carefully,
“I worked two nights at the stall and only made about 500 yuan. But if I could livestream while selling, maybe I could double my income! That way, I could quickly pay back my aunt’s startup money and my friend’s loan, too!”
The more she spoke, the more excited she became, her eyes lighting up with ambition.
“…The only problem is, I don’t know the first thing about livestream selling.”
She didn’t notice how cute she looked—sometimes eager, sometimes anxious—full of energy and charm.
Mu Yin, watching her like this, felt a small ripple stir in his chest.
He smiled faintly, his eyes soft with fondness.
“I know a lot about livestreaming. Tomorrow, I’ll find some books for you to read. Learn a bit first. If you need help, just ask, I’ll be there.”
“Really? Thank you, Sir!”
Mu Yin raised a brow.
“Hmm? Just thanking me with words again?”
Song Chi: “…”
Her face turned bright red. She knew exactly what he meant.
But with so many people on the street, even kissing his cheek was too embarrassing.
Her heart pounded furiously, and she fidgeted nervously.
“I… I…”
She stammered but couldn’t get out a full sentence.
“Haha! Chi Chi, what are you thinking? I was joking!”
Mu Yin laughed heartily, clearly in a good mood.
In contrast, Song Chi was mortified.
As they drove away from the night market, the crowd thinned.
Song Chi, thinking back on everything tonight, realized she truly owed Sir a proper thank-you.
She looked around—not many people were nearby now.
She took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and quickly kissed him on the cheek.
“Sir, thank you. Really.”
He’d driven her, helped her, protected her… Song Chi felt grateful, but also something else… unfamiliar.
Mu Yin: “…”
The sudden kiss made his heart thump violently.
Her soft, fragrant lips seemed to linger on his skin, making him itch in his chest.
His eyes darkened. His Adam’s apple bobbed.
With a squeak of the brakes, the vehicle stopped at the roadside.
In the next moment, he reached out, firm yet gentle, cradled the back of her head, pulled her in and kissed her lips.
Song Chi: “…”
Her eyes flew wide open, her brain exploding.
Sir… kissed her?!
Her heart raced wildly.
Moments later, Mu Yin let her go, his breath ragged.
“Mrs. Mu, next time you want to thank me, don’t always kiss my cheek. You can kiss… other places too.”
His gaze lingered meaningfully on her now-flushed lips, his Adam’s apple moving again.
He didn’t even know why… but something made him do it—kissing her first.
Song Chi’s gaze followed the shape of his lips… down to his jaw… then to his throat… and slowly… kept going…
