The Capitalist’s Spoiled Young Master? Perfect to Take Home as a Husband Chapter 8

After Song Nianchu finished washing up, the preserved egg and salted pork congee was ready.

She served a bowl for herself and one for Mu Shi'an.

"Eat up," Song Nianchu said, picking up her spoon and eagerly taking a bite.

Mmm...

The congee with salted pork was just as delicious.

Though eggs were considered a luxury nowadays, and it wasn’t easy to get even a small amount.

Mu Shi'an waited until Song Nianchu had started eating before beginning his al.

Noticing his cautious deanor, Song Nianchu sighed inwardly. It seed her earlier words had left a mark on him.

She’d have to be more careful with her words from now on.

Both of them were preoccupied, so the al passed in silence.

However, halfway through, Song Nianchu suddenly heard faint rustling outside the courtyard.

Setting down her spoon, she quietly walked to the door and spotted a slender figure peering furtively into her house.

Song Nianchu recognized the intruder—Mu Jingi, Mu Shi'an’s younger sister.

"What are you looking at?" Since it wasn’t a thief, Song Nianchu relaxed, leaning casually against the doorfra.

Startled by the voice, Mu Jingi jumped in fright.

When she turned and saw Song Nianchu, her delicate face flushed with embarrassnt.

Sneaking into soone’s ho without permission was undeniably rude.

But then again, this woman had taken advantage of the situation and forced her brother into a marriage. With soone so unreasonable, why bother with manners?

Bolstered by that thought, Mu Jingi straightened up defiantly.

"Where’s my brother? What have you done to him?"

"He’s inside, crying," Song Nianchu replied airily.

"Crying? You cruel woman! Did you really force yourself on him?!" Mu Jingi’s eyes welled up instantly, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Hey, little girl, why the tears so suddenly?" Song Nianchu was taken aback.

Given how fierce she’d seed monts ago, Song Nianchu had assud she was proud and unyielding. Who knew she’d cry so easily?

"You vile woman! How dare you defile my brother like this? I’ll never forgive you!" Mu Jingi seethed through gritted teeth.

Song Nianchu: "..."

She might have believed the threat if Mu Jingi hadn’t been trembling while saying it.

"Jingi, that’s no way to speak," Mu Shi'an finally erged from the kitchen.

"Brother? You’re okay?" Mu Jingi rushed to him, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Thank goodness, he looked unhard.

"Why wouldn’t I be?" Mu Shi'an’s expression softened when facing his sister.

"But that woman said you were—" Mu Jingi turned to glare at Song Nianchu, ready to expose her misdeeds.

Mu Shi'an cut her off. "She’s your sister-in-law now. Show so respect."

"Sister-in-law? What kind of sister-in-law is she? She’s nothing but a bandit, a thief!" Mu Jingi fud.

"I can’t let that slide. Have you ever heard of a bandit who pays before taking soone?" Song Nianchu countered smoothly.

"You—!" Mu Jingi was left speechless.

"Jingi, apologize," Mu Shi'an said sternly.

"Why should I? She’s no different from that Yang Dafu!" Mu Jingi stared at her brother in disbelief.

"Jingi, is this how I raised you?" His tone grew firr.

"Brother, I’m standing up for you, and you’re scolding ? Fine! I’m never speaking to you again!" With reddened eyes, Mu Jingi spun around and ran off.

As she passed Song Nianchu, she shot her a venomous glare.

Mu Shi'an watched his sister leave with concern but still apologized to Song Nianchu.

"I’m sorry. My family spoiled her. I’ll make sure she learns better."

"It’s fine. She was just worried about you," Song Nianchu said, unbothered. After all, she had provoked the girl first.

"Go finish your congee. It’s gone cold," Mu Shi'an said.

Song Nianchu nodded.

At the table, Mu Shi'an’s bowl was already empty, spotlessly clean.

She quickly finished hers and was about to wash the dishes when Mu Shi'an returned from outside.

"Let ," he said, taking the bowl from her.

Just then, a sharp whistle pierced the air. Song Nianchu imdiately turned toward the sound.

"Is it ti for work?" Mu Shi'an followed her gaze, but the whistle sounded different from the usual signal.

Three more blasts followed in quick succession.

Song Nianchu sprang to her feet. "No, sothing’s happened!"

Without another word, she dashed outside.

Worried, Mu Shi'an set the bowl down and hurried after her.

Outside, villagers were rushing toward the shore.

"What’s going on?" Song Nianchu grabbed soone to ask.

"A boat capsized! Soone drowned—might even be dead!" the person gasped in panic.

Dead?

Song Nianchu quickened her pace.

By the ti she reached the beach, a crowd had already gathered.

She saw a familiar villager, Wu Zhenggui, running frantically with a child slung over his back, upside down. A woman nearby wailed in despair.

"Put the child down!" Song Nianchu rushed forward.

"Song Nianchu, don’t interfere! This is how we save drowning victims," Wu Zhenggui snapped.

It was the thod passed down for generations in the fishing village—jostling the person upside down to expel the water they’d swallowed.

But it wasn’t the right way to perform CPR.

"This won’t save the child. Put them down now!" Song Nianchu insisted.

"We’ve always done it this way," Wu Zhenggui argued.

Done wasting ti, Song Nianchu snatched the child from him.

"What are you doing?!" the man roared, though he didn’t dare lay a hand on her.

"Saving a life!" she shot back.

She laid the child flat on the sand. No breath, no pulse.

After checking for obstructions, she imdiately began chest compressions.

"Song Nianchu, stop! You’ll crush the child!" soone cried, trying to pull her away.

Ignoring them, Song Nianchu transitioned to rescue breaths.

"Good heavens! She’s just a child!" The onlookers erupted in outrage.

Several elderly won moved to drag her away.

"She’s saving her," Mu Shi'an said firmly, stepping between them and the won.