The Capitalist’s Spoiled Young Master? Perfect to Take Home as a Husband Chapter 92

That night, Song Nianchu slept exceptionally warm, as if Mu Shi'an were a massive furnace enveloping her entirely. Every ti she tried to move away, she was pulled back even tighter, tangled up in his embrace.

After a night like this, Song Nianchu nearly overslept the next morning. Breakfast was hastily prepared by Mu Shi'an—just a few boiled eggs and sweet potatoes.

When Song Nianchu arrived at the village office with dark circles under her eyes, Hua couldn’t stop staring at her.

Once she made sure no one else was paying attention, Hua lowered her voice and asked, "Did you tell your man what I said last night?"

"Huh?" Still groggy from lack of sleep, Song Nianchu’s reaction was sluggish.

"Otherwise, why would you look like this?" Hua gave her a once-over.

"Like what?" Song Nianchu blinked in confusion.

"Like you’ve been thoroughly devoured," Hua declared.

Song Nianchu: "..."

Devoured?

She really wanted to say she hadn’t even gotten started before it was over.

"n are all like this. Give them the slightest provocation, and they’ll go all out to prove themselves. But this kind of behavior isn’t sustainable—one round like that, and they’ll be useless for months afterward." Hua spoke with the wisdom of experience.

Cough, cough…

Now Song Nianchu fully understood. Her face flushed crimson.

"Hua-jie, please stop talking!"

Yesterday, Hua had said Mu Shi'an was all looks and no stamina—and sure enough, testing it out proved her right.

Now she was saying he’d be useless for months? How was Song Nianchu supposed to have a child then?

No child ant her original self’s father would keep haunting her dreams to scold her. What was she supposed to do about that?

"Don’t worry, this is just between us sisters. I went back to my parents’ place and told my mom about this. She even got so dicine from the doctor for my man. But honestly, the doctor made it sound like so miracle cure, and it didn’t do much for him. Want to try it?" Hua offered.

"No, I don’t need it!" Song Nianchu waved her hands to stop her.

"Alright, then keep trying on your own." Hua didn’t push it.

In her opinion, those dicines weren’t much help anyway. Better to just buy an old hen for so nourishing soup.

"...Yeah." Song Nianchu mumbled in agreent before turning back to her work.

Since she needed to deliver the goods to the restaurant before lunch, Song Nianchu loaded up the cart and prepared to leave, even though the quantity wasn’t much.

With over a hundred jars of ingredients, carrying them in a basket was impossible. Luckily, she had borrowed the market owner’s cart yesterday, which was perfect for today’s delivery.

Just as Song Nianchu was about to set off with the cart, Mu Shi'an arrived, pushing his newly modified handcart.

"You finished modifying the handcart?" Song Nianchu asked first.

"Mn." Mu Shi'an nodded. "I thought you’d need it for today’s delivery, so I rushed to finish it. Try it out."

"Great!" Song Nianchu imdiately transferred the baskets onto the new cart.

Sure enough, it saved her at least half the effort—but more importantly, the cart was steadier and smoother, aning she could move faster.

Maybe she could make up for the lost ti today.

"This cart couldn’t have co at a better ti. I’m really in a hurry." Song Nianchu smiled, her eyes curving into crescents, instantly forgiving Mu Shi'an for keeping her up all night.

"As long as it helps you." Mu Shi'an’s voice was gentle.

He was just glad he’d finished in ti. Otherwise, she’d have had to struggle with that rickety cart over such a long distance.

"It helps a ton! I’ll head out now—no ti to chat." Song Nianchu didn’t linger.

"Alright."

"..."

Mu Shi'an stood at the entrance, watching Song Nianchu until her figure disappeared into the distance. Only then did he turn to leave.

But just as he turned, a timid voice called out from behind him.

"Mu… Mu-laoshi…"

Mu Shi'an turned. It was one of the villagers who worked in Song Nianchu’s workshop—but her form of address surprised him.

"You knew before?" Mu Shi'an asked.

Only back in the capital would people call him "Mu-laoshi," but he didn’t recognize this woman.

"I… attended one of your lectures." ng Yingying nervously twisted the hem of her shirt.

"Oh? My apologies, I don’t recall." Back in the capital, Mu Shi'an had occasionally given lectures at schools.

He assud this woman must have heard him speak then.

"I never thought we’d et here." ng Yingying gathered her courage to look at Mu Shi'an properly.

He was just as strikingly handso as she rembered—if anything, being this close, he seed even more impressive.

"Perhaps it’s fate." Mu Shi'an, considering her a forr student, treated her with a teacher’s warmth.

After all, he’d never expected to run into soone who’d heard his lectures in such a remote fishing village.

Fate…?

ng Yingying’s expression faltered slightly at those words.

"I have things to attend to, so I’ll take my leave." Mu Shi'an didn’t notice her reaction. With a slight nod, he turned and walked away.

ng Yingying remained rooted in place, staring in the direction he’d gone, her thoughts clearly drifting far away.

"Comrade ng, what are you doing standing there? Co help!" Hua, noticing ng Yingying lingering at the gate, called out to her.

"Oh, right." ng Yingying snapped out of it and hurried inside.

Hua glanced in the direction she’d been staring—there was nothing there.

"What were you looking at?" Hua asked.

"N-nothing." ng Yingying ducked her head and scurried into the courtyard.

Hua frowned. There was sothing odd about ng Yingying, but since she’d always been a bit strange, Hua didn’t dwell on it and followed her inside.

"..."

With the new handcart, Song Nianchu finally made it to the glass factory on ti.

"Today’s order seems even bigger than yesterday’s." The factory director glanced at her cart, his smile deepening.

"This is just the first batch. I’ll deliver another later—four hundred jars in total today." Song Nianchu grinned.

"F-four hundred?!" The director was stunned.

"Yes. Please get these filled first—I still have another delivery to make." Her tone was urgent.

"Right away!" The director imdiately called for workers to take the cart.

One of them lifted it, then paused, giving Song Nianchu a surprised look.

But since she was busy talking to the director, he swallowed his question.

"Comrade Song, I knew you were capable. Doubling the order in just one day—did you find a new business partner?" The director asked eagerly.