Chapter 19: He Really Married His Fairy!

Su Mujin was holding a towel, turned slightly to the side as she dried her hair.

Though most of the moisture was gone, it would still take time for her hair to fully dry.

There was a hair dryer in her space, and the room had electrical outlets.

But…

She couldn’t use it.

In this era, hair dryers probably didn’t even exist yet.

Fortunately, it was summer. The temperature was high, and with a bit more towel-drying, her hair would dry on its own soon enough.

Just as she was thinking this, she heard Song Qinian’s voice behind her.

“Mujin, let me help you dry your hair.”

Su Mujin instinctively turned to look at him. For some reason, she felt like his voice was slightly trembling.

“Are you cold?” she asked as she walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, her back facing him.

Song Qinian took the towel, held his breath, and carefully began drying her hair.

“No, I’m not cold.”

“If you’re not cold, that’s good,” Su Mujin replied with relief. “In this kind of heat, if you still feel cold, then you’re probably sick.”

A smile immediately lit up in Song Qinian’s eyes.

Mujin was worried about him!

Su Mujin was sitting with her back to him, so she couldn’t see the expression on Song Qinian’s face. Her eyes wandered around the room and eventually landed on his legs.

It had only been half a month since he was paralyzed. From the outside, his legs didn’t look any different from a normal person’s.

But she knew—those legs currently had no strength at all, not even much sensation.

“Qinian, why did you fall into the river yesterday?” Su Mujin finally asked the question that had been on her mind.

Logically speaking, with Song Qinian’s current condition, someone should have been with him at all times.

Even if he had wanted to jump into the river, the people around him would have stopped him.

And he didn’t seem like the type to seek death.

Song Qinian’s hand paused briefly as he dried her hair, but he quickly resumed.

“Yesterday afternoon, Liancheng came to visit me. He said the weather was nice and the riverbank was cool, so it would be good for me to get some air.”

“The doctor also said I should go outside for fresh air and to relax—it would help with my recovery. So, I agreed.”

“Liancheng was pushing me in the wheelchair, and before I realized it, we had reached the riverbank. We had just stopped for a bit when someone came over to call him away, saying there was something urgent to report.”

“I saw the two of them walking farther and farther away but didn’t think much of it. I waited a long time, and when he didn’t return, I thought I’d try to wheel myself down the slope from the riverbank. But as soon as I turned the wheelchair, it lost control and rushed down the slope. I fell out and rolled straight into the river.”

“At the time, I really thought I was going to drown. But to my surprise, I didn’t die—you saved me.”

God knows, when he opened his eyes and saw her, he really thought he was dead.

Otherwise, how could he be seeing a fairy?

It was only when he heard his family’s voices that he realized he was still alive—and that she was a real, living person.

When he heard that she had broken off her engagement with Song Liancheng, his first thought was to marry her.

He hadn’t even stopped to think it through—those words just blurted out of his mouth.

And now, she had said yes!

He had really married his fairy!

After hearing Song Qinian’s account, Su Mujin’s expression turned thoughtful.

She had already suspected that in the original plot, Song Qinian’s death might have something to do with Song Liancheng.

And now… it really did seem connected!

There were so many places to “get some air.” Why had Liancheng just happened to take Song Qinian up to the riverbank?

Even knowing that Song Qinian was in a wheelchair and had limited mobility, Song Liancheng had still left him alone by the riverbank for a long time without returning.

And the moment Song Qinian tried to move the wheelchair, it rolled uncontrollably down the slope.

There was no such thing as pure coincidence in this world—certainly not a string of coincidences that conveniently lined up like this.

Su Mujin turned to Song Qinian.
“Qinian, let’s go to the riverbank tomorrow. I’ll push you to the exact place where you fell.”

Song Qinian wasn’t a fool—otherwise, he wouldn’t have become a lieutenant colonel at such a young age.

“I actually had the same suspicion yesterday,” he said softly. “I asked someone to investigate the area, but they didn’t find anything unusual. No signs of tampering. The wheelchair was completely destroyed in the fall, so there’s no way to tell if someone had messed with it.”

Su Mujin sighed and slowly turned away.

Yeah.

Song Liancheng was the male lead in the original timeline—naturally, he had brains and cunning.

If he really had done it, he would’ve cleaned up every trace the first chance he got. He wouldn’t leave behind anything obvious.

But Su Mujin didn’t dwell on her frustration for long. She quickly gathered her focus again.

Where a goose flies, it leaves a trace.
If he did something, then there would be a trail.

They might not catch him this time, but that didn’t mean they never would.

Still… Song Qinian was in a dangerous position. If Song Liancheng had already made one attempt, what was stopping him from trying again?

Thinking this, Su Mujin turned her head once more.
“Qinian, I’ve decided I’m not going to work anymore. From now on, I’ll stay by your side every day. Okay?”

She hadn’t liked working in her past life, and that hadn’t changed.

In her last life, at least she had earned a decent salary by working.
But now? She’d work herself to death for barely 20 or 30 yuan a month.

She’d have to be crazy to keep going.

When Song Qinian heard her say that, he wasn’t surprised at all—nor did he object. He simply smiled and nodded.
“Okay. If you don’t want to work, then don’t. I’ll take care of you.”

Su Mujin hadn’t expected to hear something like that from a man in her lifetime, and she couldn’t help but smile at his words.

“I’m injured now, so I can’t go on missions anymore,” Song Qinian added seriously. “But the army will assign me a new role. My salary and benefits won’t change. I get 141 yuan a month—I can afford to take care of you.”

Hearing his calm and sincere explanation, Su Mujin quickly wiped the smile from her face.

“I wasn’t laughing because I didn’t believe you,” she said. “I was just really happy! It’s amazing that you want to support me!”

Song Qinian smiled warmly.
“You’re my wife. It’s my duty to support you. I should be thanking you for giving me the chance.”

Su Mujin playfully winked.
“No need to thank me! It’s what I’m supposed to do!”

And with that, she burst into laughter at her own words.

Song Qinian laughed with her.

That night, the two of them lay side by side on the bed, each covered with a thin sheet.

Su Mujin fell asleep quickly. She hadn’t slept well the night before, and today had been exhausting—she was completely drained.

Song Qinian listened to her steady breathing beside him, and a quiet warmth filled his heart.

He turned to look at her.

In the dark, he couldn’t see her face clearly, but still… he couldn’t help staring for a long time.

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The next morning, after breakfast, Su Mujin planned to go resign from the textile factory.

“Mom, can you take care of Qinian for a bit? I’m just going to the factory to quit my job—I’ll be back soon!”

Chen Yuehua was surprised that Su Mujin was resigning, but she didn’t object.
“Alright, go ahead! I’ll take care of Qinian. Don’t worry about a thing!”

Su Mujin hopped onto her brand-new bicycle and rode through the cool summer morning breeze, bathed in golden sunlight, straight toward the textile factory.

But just as she reached the director’s office, she heard Su Moli’s voice from inside:

“…Director! Su Mujin has no sense of discipline. Just got married and already hasn’t shown up for work—two days in a row! She doesn’t deserve this job! The factory should fire her!”

“Even though I’m her sister, I can’t protect her in situations like this! I’m putting justice above family!”