Sir, How About A Marriage

Mu Chen took a deep breath and tried to calm down before he continued to say, "This went on until she found out about my dad's new mistress. After that, my dad insisted on divorcing my mom. Grandma didn't agree so my dad kept making trouble. It was then that my mom had a relapse of depression. The last straw that broke the camel's back was when she found out my father's mistress was her identical twin sister. That crushed her and led her to jump into the sea."

Song Ning held Mu Chen's hand as she listened to him recount his tragic past.

Lost in the memories of the past, Mu Chen buried his face in the palms of his hands before he wiped the tears that spilled down his face.

Song Ning reached out and hugged him. They both had tragic pasts so she empathized with him. It was by chance that she found out about his past. She did not expect him to discover her secret when he came over to help her to move, and in turn, she also discovered his secret. What a surprise that two people who married on impulse were connected in such a way since a long time ago.

It was truly a small world.

...

After they left Song Ning's house, she brought Mu Chen to her mother's embroidery shop. It was located not far from Song Ning's house and the Mu Group.

The building had two floors; the retail shop was on the first floor while the operation room and the staff dormitory were on the second floor.

Song Ning said, slightly embarrassed, "Since the business hasn't been doing very well, many of our embroiderers have been poached by other businesses. Those who stayed are either acquainted with my mother or have mediocre skills; that's why they're reluctant to leave. I don't know how to run a business so I'm afraid I'll ruin the fruits of her labor." She was most concerned about and saddened by this matter. Mu Chen studied every nook and cranny on the two floors before he took Song Ning's hand and confidently said, "Don't worry, I'm here to help you. Everything will be fine."

Although the duo only knew each other for two days, it felt as though they had known each other for half a lifetime. Who knew two people who seemed to have no intersection with each other would be so inextricably linked?

...

In the Cloudy Peak Villa.

Jiang Jin had not slept; she was waiting for the duo to return.

When Jiang Jin saw the small luggage Song Ning brought with her, a sad expression appeared on her face as she asked, "Why didn't you move all your belongings here? This is your home now, right? Ning, are you planning to leave us?"

Song Ning laughed before she replied, "Grandma, I won't leave if you obediently take your medicine and receive the necessary treatments."

As though she did not hear Song Ning's words, Jiang Jin glanced at her grandson and said bitterly, "Ning, don't worry. If Mu Chen dares to treat you badly, I'll skin him alive!"

Mu Chen put his hands around Song Ning's shoulders before he sighed and said with a helpless expression on his face, "I'll have to rely on you from now on. I have no status at all in this house."

Song Ning smiled. The playful interaction between Mu Chen and Jiang Jin really warmed her heart. At this moment, she recalled something and quickly brought out the silk kerchief she took out from the safe earlier and presented it to Jiang Jin.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Jin asked in surprise, "Ning, where did you buy this? Based on the embroidery, if I'm not mistaken, it's made by Zhuang Yi."

Upon hearing these words, it was Song Ning and Mu Chen's turn to feel shocked.

"Grandma, do you know Zhuang Yi?" Mu Chen asked curiously.

Jiang Jin stroked the kerchief and said, "Of course! If she didn't pass away at such a young age, I would've done everything I could to promote her craft. It's part of the Chinese culture after all. Ning, where did you buy this? I can tell it's genuine and that it's embroidered by Zhuang Yi. Look, the stitch at this corner is embroidered using a very unique method. No one else can imitate this even if they tried."

Mu Chen and Song Ning stared at Jiang Jin, still in shock.

When Jiang Jin lifted her head, she finally noticed the duo's strange reaction. She asked, "What's wrong?"

Tears threatened to spill out of Song Ning's eyes as she said, "Grandma, Zhuang Yi is my mother."

Jiang Jin rose to her feet in shock. "What did you say?"

Song Ning repeated her words with a smile on her face, "Grandma, I'm Zhuang Yi's daughter. The kerchief in your hand is my mother's work."