Chapter 14: If Su Mujin Can Do It, So Can She!

Su Mujin nodded.

“Your big brother is human too—of course he’ll have feelings! That’s why we should do everything we can to care for him, support him. Don’t you think?”

Song Muxue suddenly understood and nodded.

“Sister-in-law, I get it now!”

As they talked, the two had already reached the second floor.

There were even more counters on the second floor—fabric counters, cotton and yarn counters, ready-made clothing, and even shoes.

On the other side was the daily necessities section: pots and pans, bowls and chopsticks, washbasins, teacups, thermoses, toothpaste, toothbrushes, soap, and detergent.

There wasn’t any grain for sale here, but there were snacks like sunflower seeds, peanut candy, peach crisps, sponge cakes, cookies, glutinous rice sticks, and even the ever-popular malted milk powder.

Su Mujin glanced curiously toward the third floor.

“Muxue, what do they sell up there?”

The original host of this body had never visited this department store before, so naturally, she had no idea what was upstairs.

“Sister-in-law, the third floor sells foreign exchange goods, so you need foreign exchange coupons to buy them.”

Su Mujin rummaged through her satchel—and to her surprise, she actually found a few foreign exchange coupons.

“Well, what do you know—I’ve got some! Come on, let’s go check it out!”

There weren’t many counters on the third floor, and the displays were quite sparse.

But the goods did look noticeably higher-end compared to the second floor.

There were biscuits packed in tin boxes, colorfully wrapped chocolates, and glass jars filled with brightly colored candies.

There was also infant formula, baby bottles, and nipples.

Black and beige leather shoes, genuine leather belts, and rows of vivid, stylish foreign-style dresses.

Su Mujin pulled Song Muxue over to look at the dresses. After some discussion, the two agreed on a dark navy blue dress for Chen Yuehua.

The cut was flattering, the style elegant, and the color steady and mature—perfect for Chen Yuehua.

For Song Huaian, they chose a leather belt.

Everyone else had their gifts picked out—only Song Qinian was left.

Su Mujin frowned a little.

What should she get him?

Clothes? Pants? Shoes? A belt?

Suddenly, Su Mujin thought of something.

Song Qinian’s wrist was completely bare.

He didn’t wear a watch!

Perfect—she’d get him a watch!

Su Mujin took Song Muxue back down to the first floor.

After carefully browsing for a long time, they finally selected two wristwatches.

One for a man, one for a woman.

Same color, similar design—one large, one small.

They weren’t officially a matching couple’s set, but really, what was the difference?

This time, Su Mujin didn’t use the money Song Qinian had given her.
Instead, she used the wages she had reclaimed earlier.

The two watches cost a total of seventy yuan—and didn’t require any coupons.

Although she had spent more than half of the 100-yuan dowry in one go, Su Mujin didn’t feel the slightest bit of regret.

She placed the two watches into their boxes, and the two of them didn’t linger any longer. They grabbed their new bicycles and left the department store.

On the way back, the girls pedaled side by side, the summer breeze brushing against their faces, their hair fluttering in the wind.

Even though the scorching sun blazed above them, the smiles on their faces never faded.

Ten minutes later, they returned to the compound.

Just as they got off their bikes at the gate, they saw three people walking out of the courtyard next door—

Su Moli, Song Liancheng, and Song Manman.

Song Manman had sharp eyes. The moment she saw the two brand-new ladies’ bicycles, her eyes nearly popped out.

“Muxue! Where did you get that bicycle?!”

Perhaps because she was too worked up, her voice came out shrill.

Song Muxue didn’t mind at all. She smiled brightly.

“My sister-in-law just bought it for me! We each got one!”

As she spoke, pride was written all over Song Muxue’s little face.

Her sister-in-law was so amazing—of course the whole world should know!

For a split second, Song Manman’s expression twisted.

How?!

How could this be possible?!

Who in the world has a sister-in-law who buys her new little sister-in-law a bicycle right after getting married?

Su Moli stared at Su Mujin in disbelief after hearing what Song Muxue just said.

Has Su Mujin lost her mind?

She only had a hundred yuan total, and two bicycles would cost more than half of that!

Spending so much money—just to please her sister-in-law?

Was her brain fried?

Wait a second—

To buy a bicycle, you need money AND a bicycle voucher!

Where in the world did Su Mujin get a bike voucher?

Su Moli narrowed her eyes, staring hard at her.

“Mujin, where’d you get the bicycle vouchers?”

Su Mujin replied matter-of-factly,

“From my husband, of course! We just registered our marriage, and Qinian gave me all of his allowances—money and vouchers included!”

“He told me himself—past and future subsidies, all of it belongs to me. I can spend it however I want!”

Su Moli’s pupils shrank sharply.

How could this be happening?!

They had just gotten married, and Song Qinian already handed over all his savings?

Did his mother have no say in this?

Before, Su Mujin married Song Liancheng and became a pampered official’s wife.

Now she married the paralyzed Song Qinian, and yet she walked into the marriage with money, vouchers, and unquestioned authority?

Why was her luck always this damn good?!

Su Moli’s thoughts were a tangled mess, and her gaze turned dark and complicated.

But in the next moment, she quickly pulled herself together.

If Su Mujin can do it, then so can she!

After all, she was someone who had lived a second life!

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“We’ve got things to do, so we’ll be going now.”

Su Mujin called for Song Muxue and stepped into their courtyard, closing the gate behind them.

Song Manman stared at the shut door, her eyes brimming with jealousy and envy.

Why should Song Muxue get a brand-new bicycle like that?

She wanted one too!

She turned to Song Liancheng.

“Brother, didn’t you have something to take care of? Go ahead. I’ll walk Sister Moli out.”

Song Liancheng, lost in his own complicated thoughts, nodded.

“Alright, go ahead.”

Before Su Moli could say anything, Song Manman eagerly latched onto her arm.

“Come on, Sister Moli, I’ll walk with you.”

Watching Song Liancheng turn and disappear into the courtyard, Su Moli had no choice but to walk away with Song Manman.

“Sister Moli!”

Song Manman looked up at her with big, expectant eyes.

“Those bikes we saw just now? So pretty, weren’t they?”

“Muxue sure is lucky—her sister-in-law treats her so well! Imagine getting a brand-new bike the moment she marries in!”

“Don’t you think we’d look just as good if we were riding matching bikes like that?”

Her tone was light and innocent, as if she were just daydreaming.

But Su Moli wasn’t fooled.

Song Manman was hinting that she wanted her to buy her a bicycle.

And not just any bike—ladies’ bikes weren’t cheap to begin with. These ones looked especially nice, probably over a hundred yuan each.

Su Moli only made 27.5 yuan per month.

It would take her nearly ten months of salary just to afford one!

And she and Song Liancheng weren’t even married yet!

Yet Song Manman dared to ask for something so expensive?

Su Moli had heard before that Song Manman was difficult to deal with, always causing Su Mujin trouble.

But then later, she suddenly turned sweet—clinging to Su Mujin’s arm and calling her “Sister-in-law” all the time.

If Su Mujin could handle someone like Song Manman, then so could she.

She just had to play it right.