Chapter 11. Mu Yin: Wife Wants to Set Up a Street Stall, what to do? Just spoil her!
“Sir, I want to set up a little stall and do some business…”
She looked at him with wide eyes, her voice soft and sweet, like she was acting cute.
Mu Yin frowned deeply. “You’re pregnant now. Running a stall is tiring. Are you sure?”
Song Chi nodded firmly. “I’m sure. Sir, don’t worry. I won’t overexert myself or harm the baby. I just want to pay back my friend’s favor as soon as possible and start saving money. Once the baby is born, there will be so many expenses…”
Although she had never been a mother, she knew raising a child costs a lot of money.
Mu Yin, deep down, really didn’t want his wife to work so hard. But seeing her determination, he decided to respect her decision.
“Alright. But for safety’s sake, I’ll go with you to the stall.”
Seeing him agree, her smile bloomed like a flower. “Thank you, Sir!”
Her smile was like a blazing flame in winter, dazzling and beautiful. Mu Yin’s heart skipped a beat for a second but quickly returned to normal.
“I still have work to do. I’m heading out.”
Since arriving at the office that morning, he hadn’t even had a sip of water. He was swamped with work. Still, he tried to make time to handle matters for her family.
He believed that no matter how busy he was, it was something a husband should do.
***
Song Chi got up and saw Mu Yin out the door.
Then she went to the wholesale market. With the two thousand yuan her aunt gave her, she bought some raw materials. She spent over three hundred, and with the remaining money, she bought a used tricycle.
She returned home and started making handmade accessories.
She had always loved beautiful hairpins, clips, necklaces, bracelets, and so on.
She was very talented in this area. The accessories she made were beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
Immersed in her creations, she lost track of time.
***
Mu Yin returned to his office and called Ye Xiu in on the internal line.
Ye Xiu entered respectfully. “President Mu, what are your instructions?”
“Contact the Luo Group. For the material procurement of the Third Ring Road construction project, we’re willing to cooperate deeply with them.”
He had just investigated—Luo Tiantian was an executive at the Luo Group, and she helped Song Chi during her toughest time. That meant she had good values. Such a friend was worth keeping close.
This business deal would be a token of gratitude for helping Song Chi.
Ye Xiu was surprised: “President Mu, this project is worth over a billion. A deal like this could keep a materials company fed for years. So many companies are fighting for it, and you’re just handing it over? Isn’t that like giving away free money? Maybe you should reconsider…”
Mu Yin frowned. “Are you questioning my decision?”
Ye Xiu: “Not at all, President Mu! I’ll get right on it!”
Just as he was leaving, Mu Yin called him back again.
“Madam is setting up a stall tonight. Send someone to the night market to reserve a good spot for her.”
“Uh, got it! I’ll take care of it now!”
Ye Xiu left awkwardly.
What Mu Yin didn’t expect was that this kind gesture would end up bringing a big mess to Song Chi’s stall venture…
***
Around 5 PM, just as Song Chi finished packing everything, Mu Yin returned.
“Sir, you’re back?”
“Mm. These are all made by you?”
“Yep. Are they pretty?”
Mu Yin looked over her handmade accessories. Even someone like him who knew nothing about this stuff found them beautiful.
A look of amazement flashed in his eyes. “Yes, they’re beautiful. You’re very talented.”
He didn’t expect this little girl to have such skill! A faint ripple stirred in his heart.
Hearing his praise, Song Chi couldn’t help but smile. Her mood was lifted.
After they had dinner together, Mu Yin helped load everything onto the tricycle.
The tricycle had been modified by Song Chi—pink and cute, perfect for selling accessories at a night market.
“Sir, sit next to me. We should head out. Otherwise, we might not find a good spot.”
Mu Yin looked at the simple little tricycle, hesitating.
He, the dignified President Mu, reduced to riding a tricycle?
“Sir! What are you standing there for? Hop on!”
“Alright…”
Mu Yin got in and sat beside her, still a bit uncomfortable.
Song Chi started driving, and the vehicle jolted suddenly.
Mu Yin swayed and instinctively held her tightly.
“Song Chi, be careful…”
“Pfft! Sir, tricycles are bumpier than four-wheelers. You’ll get used to it soon!”
Mu Yin quickly adapted, and the whole way he kept reminding her to drive safely.
It was the first time Song Chi had seen this side of him—she felt warm and amused.
The scene between the two suddenly became very tender.
***
After a while, they arrived at the night market.
Thanks to Mu Yin’s prior arrangements, even though they were late, Song Chi still got a prime stall spot.
She looked puzzled. “Sir, this is strange. Such a good spot… how come no one’s here? Before, when I set up stalls, I nearly got into fights over spots…”
Mu Yin raised his brow. She was so small, could she really fight?
Of course, she had no idea he arranged it all in advance.
He said, “Maybe we just got lucky.”
Song Chi didn’t think too much about it.
She parked the tricycle and began displaying her goods.
Her handmade accessories were so unique that they instantly caught the eyes of the young women strolling through the market.
And those women also noticed the handsome Mu Yin, so their eyes got glued to him.
Mu Yin felt uncomfortable under their stares.
“Song Chi, I’m going to walk around. Call me if you need help.”
“Okay.”
Mu Yin left.
Song Chi didn’t realize that the surrounding stall owners were staring at her with jealousy and resentment.
She calmly arranged her goods and began making sales.
Soon, a crowd of young women gathered around.
***
Over half an hour later…
Song Chi’s face beamed with happiness, holding a thick stack of cash—all her earnings.
Taking advantage of a lull, she was just about to count the money when…
Li Chengwei, reeking of alcohol and cursing loudly, came stumbling over.
“D*mn it, where the hell is that b*tch Song Chi…”
Even in the noisy night market, Song Chi immediately recognized his voice.
Their eyes locked across the crowd.
“Song Chi, so you’re here!”
Song Chi looked at him coldly.
Li Chengwei rushed up, grabbed her wrist, and ordered:
“Song Chi, I don’t care that you’re married—as long as you sleep with Director Wang behind your husband’s back, he’ll write off that debt! After all, I raised you for so many years. You have to help me!”
