Chapter 2: Marrying the Fiancé’s Older Brother

“Su Moli, if you don’t know how to talk properly, then shut that filthy mouth of yours! I already said I was saving someone, and yet you keep spewing filth. Only people with dirty hearts and filthy minds see everything as unclean!”

“You’re the one who’s disgusting, always imagining the worst. Do you think everyone’s as vile as you? I saved someone, and I have a clear conscience. I’m not afraid of what anyone says!”

As she spoke, Su Mujin turned to look at Song Liancheng.

“As of now, consider our engagement over. You can marry whoever you want!”

She hadn’t planned to marry Song Liancheng in the first place—but if the engagement was going to be broken, it had to be her who did it!

Song Liancheng frowned and quickly walked toward her. “Mujin, you’re misunderstanding. I didn’t mean to break off the engagement, I just—”

Su Mujin cut him off, “What happened today will always stand between us. Even if we got married, it wouldn’t end well. It’d be a thorn in our hearts forever. Let’s just call off the wedding.”

Truth was, Song Liancheng did mind.

His future wife, whom he hadn’t even held hands with, was now hugging another man—even kissing him! Wasn’t that like putting a green hat on him?

Although he was secretly pleased to be freed from the engagement, Song Liancheng still lowered his head, putting on a gloomy act. “Mujin, I guess we were just never meant to be.”

Looking at him, Su Mujin sneered inwardly.

What a show! This scumbag really knows how to put on an act.

Still, she had successfully ended the engagement, so that was a win!

Just then, Su Moli’s eyes flashed, and she spoke again.

“Mujin, you lost your purity while saving someone and ruined your reputation. How will you ever find a proper marriage now?”

Her words were full of insinuation.

Su Mujin was about to snap back when a pleasant male voice suddenly rang out.

“As long as she’s willing to marry me, I’ll marry her.”

Su Mujin turned toward the voice and met a pair of deep, luminous eyes.

Their gazes locked again, and she couldn’t help but marvel in her heart—those eyes are so beautiful!

And that face too!

And his figure—wow!

This man was stunning in every way. So why was Su Moli so determined to push the two of them together?

Su Moli was clearly envious of the original Su Mujin. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have tried to kill her.

So what kind of twisted game was she playing now?

While Su Mujin was still confused, Song Liancheng suddenly exclaimed in disbelief, “Big Brother?! How could you say that?!”

Big brother?

Song Liancheng’s older brother?

Su Mujin’s mind instantly recalled parts of the book.

Song Liancheng had a paternal cousin named Song Qinian, a soldier who had made impressive achievements at a young age. Unfortunately, he was injured during a mission and became paralyzed, never able to walk again.

Not long after, he drowned in a river—dying young.

The book said Song Qinian couldn’t bear the blow of becoming disabled and took his own life.

But as Su Mujin looked at him now, he really didn’t seem like someone who would commit suicide.

No wonder Su Moli was trying to match them!

As someone reborn, Su Moli obviously knew Song Qinian was already paralyzed.

Even if he didn’t die, marrying a disabled man would mean a hard life ahead.

Su Moli really would go to any lengths to ruin her!

While Su Mujin was still processing the details from the novel, she heard Song Liancheng’s voice again.
“Big Brother, Su Mujin is my fiancée! How could you marry her?!”

Song Qinian’s expression was calm. “Didn’t she just break off the engagement with you? And you agreed. She’s being criticized now because she saved me. If I don’t marry her, wouldn’t that make me an ungrateful man?”

“But—”

Song Liancheng still wanted to object.

But Su Mujin didn’t give Song Liancheng another chance to speak.

“Fine. I’ll marry him.”

Su Mujin wasn’t making a rash decision, nor was she blinded by the man’s looks.

Her current body was already twenty years old. In this era, being unmarried at that age was enough to make people whisper behind her back.

As for staying single for life? That was out of the question—the environment just wouldn’t allow it.

Rather than being forcibly matched with some random man in the future, she might as well choose Song Qinian.

At least he was handsome—and paralyzed.

Pleasant to look at, and for now, no need for marital relations.

Where else could she find such a perfect deal?

The moment Su Mujin agreed, Song Liancheng’s face turned ashen.

His former fiancée was about to marry the man he hated the most—Song Qinian. From now on, every time he saw her, he’d have to call her sister-in-law. How could he accept that?

Song Liancheng wanted to object again, but Su Mujin no longer cared to listen.

“He just came out of the water. Who knows if he’s injured elsewhere? You’d better take him to the hospital to get checked.”

Song Qinian’s father, Song Huaian, quickly nodded. “We’ll take Qinian to the hospital right away. Do you want to get examined too?”

“I’m fine.”

Su Mujin really was okay. She had just swallowed a few gulps of water, that’s all.

It was a hot day, and her clothes were almost dry already—no need to waste time on a hospital trip.

Song Huaian carried Song Qinian on his back. Before they left, Song Qinian looked deeply at Su Mujin and said,
“I’ll come to your house to propose tomorrow.”

“Okay. I’ll be waiting.”

Su Mujin wasn’t the least bit worried that Song Qinian wouldn’t be able to find her place.

And if he really couldn’t? Well, wasn’t Song Liancheng still around?

He could just ask him.

Song Liancheng’s expression remained tangled with complex emotions, but he had no choice but to leave with the rest of the Song family.

Soon, only Su Mujin and Su Moli were left by the riverbank.

Su Moli’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Just imagining Su Mujin marrying a cripple filled her with glee.

“Su Mujin, you—”

But Su Mujin didn’t give her a chance to finish. She raised her hand and slapped Su Moli hard across the face.

Su Moli stumbled and fell to the ground. Before she could get up, Su Mujin grabbed her by the collar and began dragging her toward the river.

Su Moli screamed in terror, thrashing and struggling, but it was all in vain. In the end, she was shoved straight into the water.

Su Mujin grabbed the back of her neck and held her face down under the surface.

After a few seconds, she let up just a little.

Before Su Moli could catch more than a breath, her face was plunged back into the water.

This repeated seven or eight times until Su Moli was too exhausted to fight back—limp like a drowned rat.

Only then did Su Mujin throw her back onto the riverbank, looking down at her from above.

“Su Moli, this is just a warning. If you ever try to pull something again, don’t blame me for what happens next.”

With that, Su Mujin turned and walked away without looking back.

Before she crossed over, she had been a model citizen—hadn’t even killed a chicken before, let alone a person.

And though she hadn’t technically killed Su Moli, who says staying alive is always better than dying?

She would settle all the original host’s accounts with Su Moli—slowly.

Far from the riverbank, Su Mujin didn’t head straight home. Instead, she found a quiet spot to sit down and carefully sort through her current situation.

More importantly—she needed to see if her golden finger had crossed over with her.