The Capitalist’s Spoiled Young Master? Perfect to Take Home as a Husband Chapter 163

Song Nianchu marched all the way ho, puffing with anger. As soon as she entered the house, she poured herself a cup of cold water and downed it in one gulp. Yet, it still couldn't extinguish the restless fire of frustration burning in her chest.

She truly couldn't understand how a mother could be so incredibly biased.

Worse still, she refused to admit her favoritism, instead blaming her own children for not being close to her.

Didn't she have any self-awareness about why they weren't close to her?

If one child isn't close to you, it might be the child's fault. But if one, two, three children all keep their distance, shouldn't you look for the reason within yourself?

It infuriated her to death.

When Mu Shi'an returned with Mu Haoxuan and Mu Yongnian, they were t with the sight of a completely furious Song Nianchu.

"Why are you so mad? Haven't the people already been driven away?" Mu Shi'an stepped forward.

"They are gone, but I just feel so wronged on your behalf." Song Nianchu turned to look at the one adult and two children standing before her.

She couldn't help but feel as if she were looking at one big bitter lon and two little bitter lons.

Mu Shi'an revealed a hint of a smile.

"You're still laughing!" Song Nianchu huffed in exasperation.

"You care about so much, of course I'm happy." Mu Shi'an's voice softened considerably.

"Where on earth did you learn how to sweet-talk like this?" Seeing him like this, Song Nianchu didn't know whether to stay mad or let it go.

"Alright, don't be angry anymore. I'm living a good life now, and I stopped caring about those things a long ti ago." Mu Shi'an gently tugged at Song Nianchu's sleeve.

"Yeah, Sister, we stopped caring a long ti ago," Mu Haoxuan also quickly grabbed her other sleeve.

"Sister-in-law, we are doing very well now," Mu Yongnian also looked up at her.

Seeing the three of them trying so hard to coax her into a good mood, Song Nianchu felt even more that they deserved better.

They were such good people; how could anyone bear to treat them like that?

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. What do you want to eat? I'll go cook for you." Song Nianchu sighed softly.

"You rest. Mu Haoxuan and I will cook today," Mu Shi'an said.

"You ​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‍know how to stir-fry now?" Song Nianchu raised an eyebrow.

"Don't we still have the canned fish you made before? We'll just have that tonight." With that, Mu Shi'an led Mu Haoxuan and Mu Yongnian to the kitchen.

Song Nianchu indeed wasn't in the mood to prepare food, so she simply sat down on a nearby stool.

After thinking about it, she still felt a bit uneasy, so she got up and walked out the door.

Previously, Yang Mingwan had been holding up their village's electricity application. Since they didn't go to him, he sent Yang Dafu and Mu Jingi back, clearly targeting their village.

She needed to go and inform Wu Zhenggui, telling him to pay close attention to the village's activities during this period. It would be best to arrange a few more patrols, covering both day and night without letting their guard down.

This was to prevent Yang Mingwan from coming up with other crooked sches since his plan failed this ti.

anwhile, Mu Jingi and Yang Dafu had already returned to Yangjia Village.

Yang Mingwan had been waiting at ho for a long ti. As soon as he saw Mu Jingi and Yang Dafu return, he imdiately went up to greet them.

However, before he even reached them, he slled a strong, sour stench. He stopped abruptly and pinched his nose.

"What's wrong with you two? Why do you stink all over?" Yang Mingwan frowned at Yang Dafu and Mu Jingi.

"Ask Dafu," Mu Jingi jumped off the carriage and went straight into the house to wash up without another word.

"What on earth is going on?" Yang Mingwan glared at Yang Dafu, his frown deepening.

Yang Dafu felt completely miserable all over and desperately wanted to take a bath, but eting Yang Mingwan's gaze, he had no choice but to recount what had happened first.

After hearing the story, Yang Mingwan's face turned red and white with rage. He raised his hand, wanting to teach this useless Yang Dafu a lesson, but seeing that he was covered in slop, he lowered his hand again.

"You two useless things, you didn't even make it through the door!" Yang Mingwan's chest ached from anger. Rembering sothing, he quickly bypassed Yang Dafu to look at the donkey cart behind him.

It would have been better if he hadn't looked; one glance almost made him faint.

All the good things he had prepared for the Mu family were completely ruined by the slop.

"You..." Yang Mingwan finally couldn't hold back anymore. He picked up a stick from the side and swung it at Yang Dafu.

"Dad, why are you hitting ? It's all because of that little bitch Song Nianchu. She kept driving a wedge between Jingi and her parents, otherwise we definitely would have gotten in," Yang Dafu yelled while dodging.

"How did I give birth to such a useless thing like you? She's just a woman, what are you afraid of? Every ti you et her, it's like a mouse eting a cat. When will you ever do proud?" It would have been fine if he hadn't ntioned Song Nianchu, but the mont he did, Yang Mingwan hit him even harder.

Yang Dafu scread and howled under the blows, dodging frantically.

By the ti Mu Jingi ca out from her bath, she saw a teary-eyed Yang Dafu sitting in their bedroom.

He still stank, and Mu Jingi instantly furrowed her brows.

"Why did you co into the room without taking a bath? You've stunk up the whole place."

"Isn't it because of your parents? Otherwise, I wouldn't have been beaten up by my dad like this." Yang Dafu was also fuming.

"I told you not to go before, but you guys insisted on being so showy. My dad's temperant is such that he dislikes these things to begin with." Mu Jingi didn't feel sorry for him at all, drying her hair as she walked toward the bed.

"Then what does your dad like?" Yang Dafu felt that he had to find a way to win back the face he lost today.

Otherwise, his dad would always think he couldn't compare to that bitch Song Nianchu.

"He likes my brother!" Mu Jingi gritted her teeth.

Yang Dafu: "..."

"How can you be so useless? Didn't you say you never had to do any chores at ho? So why is your dad's attitude towards you so bad?" Yang Dafu complained.

"That's because I married you."

Yang Dafu was temporarily at a loss for words.

"Alright, don't worry. Even though my dad likes my brother, my mom is on my side. Next ti, I'll find a chance to ask my mom out alone. She will definitely help ." Mu Jingi's tone carried a hint of certainty.

"Are you serious?" Yang Dafu's pitch rose slightly.

"When have I ever lied to you? Hurry up and go wash yourself. I'm about to throw up from your stench." Mu Jingi's brows were furrowed so tightly they could crush a mosquito.

"Fine, I'll go take a bath first. When I co back, you can tell all about it." Yang Dafu stood up and walked outside.

As soon as he left, Mu Jingi imdiately opened the windows in the room, and her tightly knit brows finally relaxed.

"..."

anwhile, Song Nianchu had just returned from Wu Zhenggui's place. As soon as she entered the house, she slled a rich, savory aroma.

Mu Shi'an was bringing out the dishes, preparing to call Song Nianchu for dinner, only to find her coming back from outside.

"You went out?" Mu Shi'an asked in confusion.