Chapter 17 — Song Liancheng, Aren’t You Afraid of People Finding Out You’re Lusting After Your Own Sister-in-law?

“Song Liancheng?”

Su Mujin looked at him suspiciously, instinctively taking a step back. Her eyes were full of guarded wariness.

“What do you want?”

Was he planning to ambush her or something?

Song Liancheng was clutching his right arm with his left hand, the pain from earlier still not subsided, his expression twisted from the lingering sting.

But right now, he couldn’t care less about the pain in his arm. His burning gaze was fixed on Su Mujin.

“Su Mujin, why are you acting so close with Song Qinian? Why are you chatting and laughing with him like that?”

Su Mujin blinked. “???”

Huh?

What was he talking about?

Was she hallucinating?

Su Mujin found it both ridiculous and irritating. “Do you hear what you’re saying? He’s my husband. If I can’t laugh and talk with him, should I do it with you instead?”

“But just yesterday, you were still my fiancée! You and Song Qinian only met yesterday! There’s no real feelings between you two!”

Song Liancheng gritted his teeth, though he didn’t dare to raise his voice.

“Back when you met with me, you always kept your head down, barely said a word, and never even smiled at me.”

“But now you just got married to Song Qinian and you’re all smiles and chitchat?”

“Don’t tell me you had your eye on him all along? Was saving him on purpose? That mouth-to-mouth resuscitation—was that all just part of your plan to marry him?”

Looking at Song Liancheng falling apart like this, Su Mujin almost laughed out loud.

In the original timeline, the original “Su Mujin” had barely died for a few days before this man gleefully got engaged to Su Moli, and they married just a month later.

Where did he get the audacity to come question her now?

This shameless man!

He’d already been sneaking around with Su Moli long before, and now he had the nerve to interrogate her?

“Su Mujin! Why are you just staring at me? Say something! Answer me!”

“You’re guilty, aren’t you?”

“You’re not allowed to laugh and joke with Song Qinian anymore! And don’t get too close to him either, got it?”

Su Mujin rolled her eyes. “Do you even hear yourself? Qinian and I are married. Legally. Recognized and protected by the state!”

“We’ll laugh when we want, talk when we please. What does that have to do with you? Who do you think you are to control us?”

“Move. I’m going to find my husband.”

As she spoke, she turned to leave—but Song Liancheng, face dark with rage, blocked her path and even reached out to grab her arm.

Su Mujin quickly backed away.

Song Liancheng was born into a military family and had served in the army for many years. Even if he wasn’t as outstanding or eye-catching as Song Qinian, he was still physically capable—certainly stronger than her.

Just now, she had caught him off guard and managed to hit him with her water bottle. But if it came down to a real fight, she’d be at a clear disadvantage.

Inwardly cursing him for being insane, Su Mujin dodged his advances as best she could, doing everything to keep her distance.

Song Liancheng kept pressing closer.
“Mujin, Song Qinian’s legs are crippled. He fell into the river and caught a chill. The doctor said his chances of walking again are less than one in a thousand. It might have even affected his fertility. He’s a complete invalid now!”

“You’re married to him now, sure—but do you really want to waste your entire life on a man like that? Trust me. I’ll help you divorce him.”

“You don’t have to worry about your future. Whether or not I end up marrying Moli, I won’t leave you on your own.”

“Heh.” Su Mujin sneered, “Song Liancheng, aren’t you afraid people will find out that you’re lusting after your own sister-in-law?”

“I’m not afraid,” Song Liancheng said, his eyes dark and intense.
“Mujin, in matters like this, it’s always the woman who gets the short end of the stick. If you really dare to make a fuss, I’ll just say you couldn’t stand being lonely, that you couldn’t bear having a cripple for a husband, and that you tried to seduce me. That I only didn’t reject you out of consideration for our past.”

“Tell me—who do you think people will believe? You, or me?”

Shameless. Absolutely shameless.

Although Su Mujin had already felt that Song Liancheng was no good back when she was reading the book, hearing him say such shameless things in person still shocked her to the core.

No wonder he ended up with Su Moli.

They were truly a match made in hell.

Seeing Su Mujin remain silent, Song Liancheng assumed he was making progress and softened his tone.

“Mujin, come here. Let’s talk things out properly.”

Su Mujin calmly pulled out a bottle of pepper spray from her space. Just as Song Liancheng moved in closer, she sprayed it straight into his face without hesitation.

“Ahhhh!”

Song Liancheng let out a pained howl, clutching his face in agony.

Su Mujin seized the opportunity and gave him a solid kick, knocking him to the ground. She followed up with a few more fierce stomps, finally venting her pent-up rage, then turned and ran off at full speed.

She wasn’t the least bit worried about him coming to get revenge.

Despite all his earlier bluster, Song Liancheng wouldn’t dare to cross the line if there was anyone else present.

Military regulations were strict.

Any scandal involving improper relations between men and women would destroy one’s future.

Song Liancheng was someone who cared deeply about his career. There’s no way he’d risk it all.

As for what he might try to do in private…

After this encounter, she’d learned her lesson. Tonight, she would make the necessary preparations.

If he dared to try anything again—she’d make sure he paid a price he couldn’t afford.

Su Mujin sprinted back, drenched in sweat, and returned to Song Qinian’s side.

Seeing her like that, Song Qinian looked at her with concern.
“Mujin, why are you running like that?”

“I was just getting a bit of exercise!” Su Mujin replied casually and handed him the water bottle in her hand.

“We’ve been out for a while. It’s still pretty hot outside. Have some water.”

As Song Qinian took the bottle she passed over, a smile bloomed on his lips, and a faint blush crept up his cheeks.

Watching them, Song Muxue glanced from her brother to her sister-in-law and couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle.

Her big brother and sister-in-law really had a sweet relationship!

Others nearby saw the scene and smiled warmly too.

They’d all watched Song Qinian grow up. He had always been such an outstanding young man. Now that he was suddenly in this condition, everyone felt bad for him.

But seeing him married now to such a beautiful, gentle, and considerate wife gave them hope for his future.

After spending a little more time outside, they returned home as the sky began to darken.

As they passed by Song Liancheng’s house, Su Mujin instinctively glanced toward it.

The yard gate was tightly shut. It was quiet inside.

Looks like Song Liancheng really had to swallow that bitter pill.

Serves him right!

Once back at home, Su Mujin wanted nothing more than a shower.

It was the height of summer, and just a little movement would leave you sticky and sweaty. She felt gross all over.

If she didn’t wash up, she wouldn’t be able to sleep well that night.

It was easy enough for her to bathe.

But what about Song Qinian?