Liang Muxi took a bite of the noodles.
She said honestly, “I was a bit embarrassed at the time and didn’t dare eat freely. I thought if I just endured it, I’d fall asleep and stop feeling hungry. But I was so hungry I couldn’t sleep—it was really uncomfortable.”
Song Jinchuan was surprised by her honesty.
It was rather endearing.
He passed by her side, poured himself a glass of water, and stood by the kitchen island, glancing into Liang Muxi’s bowl.
“What kind of way is this to eat?”
Liang Muxi eagerly shared with him.
“It’s a way of eating from a college roommate’s hometown. It’s really good. Are you hungry? I’ll cook you a bowl.”
Song Jinchuan took a sip of water. “No need. It’s this late—eating isn’t good for your health.”
“You should eat less of that too.”
With that, Song Jinchuan returned to his room.
Liang Muxi didn’t mind and buried her head back in her noodles.
After eating and drinking her fill, she went back to bed and finally closed her eyes in satisfaction.
Finally, she could sleep peacefully!
The next day was the weekend, so no work.
Liang Muxi turned off her alarm and continued sleeping in.
Song Jinchuan had breakfast and then went out.
After sleeping to her heart’s content, Liang Muxi opened the door and went out. She saw a woman standing in the kitchen, wiping things down with a cloth.
The woman turned around and stared at Liang Muxi, who was wearing a My Little Pony cartoon pajama dress, frozen for a moment.
Once she snapped out of it, she smiled and greeted her. “You must be the missus?”
Liang Muxi wasn’t quite used to that form of address, but legally speaking, she was indeed Song Jinchuan’s wife.
“Hello.”
She smiled back in greeting.
“Hello, missus. My surname is Chen—just call me Mother Chen.”
“Hello, Mother Chen.”
“Yes, hello, missus. Missus, I saved you some breakfast. Let me heat it up for you.”
Mother Chen quickly heated up some steamed buns and brought them over, along with soy milk.
“I made these fresh this morning. See if they suit your taste, missus.”
Liang Muxi thanked her, picked up a bun, and took a bite. Her eyes immediately squinted in satisfaction.
“Mother Chen, these are delicious! Thank you for the hard work.”
Making steamed buns was time-consuming and required skill.
She’d tried it herself twice, and the buns she made came out as dense lumps of dough—inedible.
Mother Chen’s buns were soft and fluffy, absolutely delicious.
Mother Chen smiled and turned to attend to other things.
Liang Muxi ate five buns and drank a bowl of soy milk, completely content.
“Mother Chen, did Song Jinchuan go out?”
“Yes, the master went out around seven or eight.”
Liang Muxi nodded and returned to her room.
The moment she picked up her phone, she saw a bank text message.
It said her bank card had received a deposit… wait, let her count… one zero, two zeros… one million?
Was this real or fake?
She didn’t dare click any random links, afraid of being scammed, so she cautiously opened the banking app.
Wow! There really was a million yuan deposited!
Then she looked at the sender’s information.
Song Jinchuan!
While she was still in shock, an unfamiliar number called.
She hesitated for two seconds before picking up.
A male voice came through: “Missus, I’m He Jun, CEO Song’s secretary.”
“Hello, Secretary He.”
“Missus, did you receive the transfer?”
“Yes, I received it.”
He Jun said, “CEO Song instructed me to transfer it to you—one million. It should have been sent yesterday, but something came up and it was delayed.”
Liang Muxi didn’t understand.
“Why did your CEO Song transfer money to me?”
He Jun: “…”
The question stunned him.
Did a man need a reason to transfer money to his own wife?
Perhaps the CEO saw his wife pitifully eating fast food yesterday and felt sorry for her?
Who knew? In any case, giving money to one’s wife didn’t require too many reasons, right?
Although the two were contract spouses, it was common for plastic couples to gradually become real ones over time.
Maybe the CEO had some feelings for the missus.
But that was just He Jun’s speculation.
He said, “Missus, this is CEO Song’s gesture of goodwill. Just accept it.”
“Missus, that’s all. I’ll hang up now. This is my number—save it for future contact.”
He Jun hung up after speaking, then miserably went back to working overtime with his boss.
Working overtime on a weekend.
So annoying!
Liang Muxi stared at the million yuan, mulling over He Jun’s words.
Song Jinchuan’s gesture of goodwill?
What goodwill?
That evening, Liang Muxi heard the door open and immediately ran out.
Song Jinchuan paused mid-motion while changing his shoes, looked up at her, then his gaze drifted down to her bare white feet, toes playfully curled.
Liang Muxi seemed to dislike wearing shoes, always running around barefoot.
“Song Jinchuan, you’re back.”
Song Jinchuan grunted in acknowledgment and continued changing his shoes.
Liang Muxi scratched her head, seeming to have something to say but unable to get it out for a long while.
Song Jinchuan glanced at her and headed toward the second bedroom.
Liang Muxi padded after him to the second bedroom, but she stood at the doorway without entering, scratching her head as she lingered there.
Seeing that Song Jinchuan was about to head to the bathroom, she quickly called out, “Song Jinchuan, I have something to ask you.”
Song Jinchuan stopped, turned to look at her, and waited for her question.
Liang Muxi bit her lip and said, “Today Secretary He transferred a million yuan to me. He said you told him to, and that it was your… gesture of goodwill.”
Song Jinchuan’s face darkened, and he mentally cursed He Jun.
What was this man spouting nonsense about?
Liang Muxi was definitely overthinking things now.
He said in a low voice, “Don’t listen to his nonsense. I transferred the money to you simply because you’re legally my wife now, and you deserve the dignity that comes with that.”
So that was it.
Liang Muxi felt a wave of relief.
She knew it—Song Jinchuan was just her business partner. Why would he ever have any feelings for her in that way?
Secretary He didn’t know anything, just spouting nonsense.
It had startled her, making her mull over it all day.
Song Jinchuan’s slightly magnetic voice sounded again: “I wasn’t thoughtful enough before. That won’t happen again. I’ll have Secretary He transfer one million to your account every month. You don’t need to worry about financial matters.”
Liang Muxi: “…”
Wait, this kind of good fortune actually existed?
One million a month!
The way she looked at Song Jinchuan instantly shifted to gazing at him like he was a tantalizing, delicious trotter.
Song Jinchuan frowned at her.
“What’s that look for?”
Liang Muxi excitedly reached out to grab his hand.
Song Jinchuan furrowed his brow and stepped back, dodging her.
Liang Muxi snapped back to reality, embarrassed as she withdrew her hand, rubbing both palms together, her peach-blossom eyes sparkling brightly.
“Song Jinchuan, I’ve discovered you’re actually a pretty great guy. Good night!”
Liang Muxi waved playfully, then turned and bounced her way back to her room.
Song Jinchuan stood there in place.
His mind was still replaying the image of Liang Muxi’s radiant smile just now, her dimples clearly visible.
He closed the door and turned to walk into the bathroom.
The next morning, Song Jinchuan didn’t go to the office. He opened the door and stepped out, only to see Liang Muxi squeezed into the kitchen with Mother Chen.
“Mother Chen, is this how you wrap it?”
Mother Chen: “Madam, just fold this side over a little more.”
“Like this, right? I did it!”
“Madam is so clever and quick to learn.”
Liang Muxi turned around and saw Song Jinchuan, her smile not yet fading from her face.
It dazzled Song Jinchuan, sending a jolt through his heart early in the morning.