Chapter 3: He Said He Wouldn’t Love Her
Mu Yin raised an eyebrow. They had just gotten married, and she was already interrogating him?
“We’re already married,” Song Chi said. “Is it wrong to ask about your job?”
“I work at a listed company as a chauffeur for the boss,” Mu Yin replied.
Song Chi opened her mouth to ask more, but Mu Yin cut her off without changing his expression.
“I make over ten thousand yuan a month. I just made the down payment on an apartment. Since it’s far from my workplace, I bought a small car for commuting. My monthly mortgage and car loan add up to a little over three thousand yuan.”
“I get paid on the 10th of each month. From now on, I’ll hand you my salary card, you can use it however you want.”
Song Chi was taken aback. “I can spend your money? You’re not going to hit me?”
Now it was Mu Yin’s turn to be surprised. “Why would I hit you?”
Song Chi giggled awkwardly. “I saw it with my own eyes. My aunt asked my uncle for money for household expenses, and he beat her up for it.”
“There was one time she wanted to buy a T-shirt that cost just twenty yuan. She hadn’t bought any new clothes for over ten years, but she couldn’t resist and bought it. When she got home and tried it on, my uncle beat her again, calling her a spendthrift who only knew how to waste money.
“That’s why she always told me: women need to earn their own money, or they’ll be looked down on in the family.”
And yet, they had just gotten married, and she didn’t even have a stable job—but he wanted to hand over his salary card?
It was hard for her to believe.
Mu Yin said softly, “I’m not like your uncle.”
Song Chi remained silent.
She didn’t trust any man’s words. So she didn’t take him seriously.
A moment later, the car pulled into the garage of a neighborhood complex. Song Chi followed Mu Yin around a few turns until they finally arrived at his apartment.
He opened the door. It was a standard two-bedroom, one-living-room setup, with everything necessary. Song Chi couldn’t believe she had actually escaped her uncle’s grasp. Even though the place was nothing fancy, it already made her feel deeply content.
Mu Yin’s stomach growled audibly, and an awkward look flashed across his face.
Song Chi said, “Sir, you must be hungry. I’ll go make dinner.”
Just as she was about to head to the kitchen, Mu Yin stopped her.
“Song Chi, you’re pregnant now. I heard the smell of cooking oil can make pregnant women feel unwell. Go rest, I’ll make dinner.”
Song Chi was surprised. A man… cooking?
In her experience, men at home either lounged on the sofa playing with their phones or locked themselves in the bathroom for hours…
While she was still dazed, Mu Yin had already entered the kitchen.
But how could Mu Yin, a man who commanded the business world, know how to cook?
Song Chi watched him hold the ingredients with a serious expression, but his actions were clumsy as he awkwardly tried to slice the vegetables, nearly cutting his fingers several times.
Song Chi was watching with her heart in her throat.
When it came time to stir-fry, Mu Yin followed along with a food blogger’s video, trying to learn as he went.
As expected, the wok got scorched, and the food was ruined.
Mu Yin’s face showed signs of frustration, and in his frantic effort, he accidentally got soot on his face.
Imagine a sharp-suited, incredibly refined man with soot all over his face. It was comical!
Seeing this, Song Chi couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
Mu Yin turned to look at her. “You’re laughing at me?”
His handsome face, now covered in soot, looked like a living meme.
“Pfft… hahaha…”
Song Chi couldn’t stop laughing.
Logically, he should be angry that she was laughing at him.
But seeing her bright smile, something stirred in Mu Yin’s eyes—something he himself didn’t realize. He thought she looked awful when she was gloomy. She should smile more often.
So what if she laughed? If it made her happy, then let her laugh.
“Sir, I wasn’t making fun of you just now. It was just really funny. Thank you for the effort, but let me do it instead.”
This was the first time she’d laughed so freely since her parents passed away.
“Then take it slow. I’ll help you from the side.”
“Okay.”
Song Chi quickly made a simple but decent dinner.
After dinner, since they weren’t used to each other yet, they agreed to sleep in separate rooms for now.
Mu Yin, understanding her situation, told her she’d already done enough by cooking and he would take care of the dishes. She should go rest.
Back in the bedroom, Song Chi lay in bed, but couldn’t fall asleep. She could hear the sound of Mu Yin washing the dishes.
In her mind, she recalled scenes of her aunt… Her aunt, frail and sick, asking her uncle for help.
‘I’m sick. I feel awful. Can you help me with the housework?’
‘You ugly hag! Lazy and disgusting. Using sickness as an excuse? You dare boss me around? I’ll beat you to death!’
She had watched helplessly as her aunt was beaten black and blue. She hated herself for being so weak back then.
Now, thinking back, Song Chi’s tears fell like rain, soaking her pillow. She was married now! But there was no love between them.
He was being nice to her now… but people change. One day, would he become like her uncle?
Her thoughts were chaotic. She didn’t dare think about the future. The door wasn’t well soundproofed, she could hear Mu Yin on the phone.
The conversation was fragmented; she couldn’t catch it clearly.
“I’m married now… She’s just a young girl. I won’t fall in love with her. Stop mentioning Luo Wanwan…”
Who was Sir talking to?
And… he said he wouldn’t love her?
